Training Rooms

Real lightsabers or training? was the question Jade was contemplating as they entered the Training Rooms. It wasn't that she thought Terra couldn't handle herself. She didn't have any evidence to back up a call on that either way. However, since Terra seemed shy, she might be more at ease with a training blade. Jade could remember the first time she'd had to fight with an instructor. It was always a matter of, do I go all out? or, will I maim or kill them? And this would hopefully remove that inhibition. She smiled as she walked to the side of the room and began getting ready. She took off and folded her voluminous outer robe neatly, placing it on the floor and then unfastened her heavy utility belt and placed it on top of that. 

Then, she walked over to the weapons cabinet/locker and opened it. She picked up and examined two training sabers, and then walking back towards Terra, tossed her one. "You've probably had a lot of practice with these by now. And, since we've never fought before, it wouldn't look good to have to make an infirmary visit with a major cauterization." She smiled in a friendly fashion, wondering if Terra was a traditionalist. At this point, she might not have yet chosen her form and adapted it to what felt good for her. Generally that sort of specialization occurred over years of experience, and as far as she remembered, instructors and masters generally wished their pupils to model themselves after their behavior and habits. Serrin had always struck Jade as being traditional. 

"Good. Let's see what you can do." Jade smiled as she flicked on her own training saber. It's blue blade glowed just like a normal saber would, but she could tell the difference. The hum was just a shade off, the color tint paler than her own blade. Her fingers tingled slightly as she tossed the hilt from her right hand to her left. She didn't salute. Perhaps talking about backgrounds and family caused emotional disturbance. For the two of them, it might be easier to get acquainted through battle. Sparks danced in Jade's eyes as she felt the sharpness of the Force focus around Terra Kiros, and for now the center of her existence became confined within this room as the Force flowed around the two of them. She wanted to know that Terra could take care of herself as much as possible if the two of them found themselves in a hostile environment. And outside the confines of the Jedi Academy, war wasn't fought politely. Terra's opening stance was textbook perfect, as to be expected of a padawan who had recently passed her Trial of Skill. Jade nodded in approval, "As of right now, I am your enemy." And then... turned and walked away, lightsaber loosely held in her left hand, "Kill me." Would Terra attack immediately? Would she go for an obviously open back? ---or would she freeze? Or would she do something else? She'd know in a few seconds.

Jade spun to face Terra, and countered her slash with her own blade, grip slipping just enough that she felt a quick tingling just along the edge of her left side before batting the younger girl's blade away. It had been awhile since she'd fought left-handed. So, she switched over to her right hand.

After that, the pace sped up as lightsabers flashed and hissed between the two women. Jade found that her problem was anticipating the moves that an Ataru master would have used, and this led to a few minor scrapes in the process. She preferred to keep her feet on the ground and her center of gravity close to the floor. 

By the time Jade called a halt, both of them were in need of the 'fresher.She replaced her lightsaber where she'd gotten it from and when Terra made to speak up, she gestured over to the 'fresher stations. "Reflect. Meet in ten," was her curt response. Ruefully she reflected she'd almost called 'five,' but decided at the last second that there was no need for military precision here. It had been a long time since she had taught anyone extensively. In fact---

---that would have been her lieutenants back on Galantos: Al'lara and her twin, Jolan'na. Brief thoughts of Al'lara had crossed her mind from time to time. Once she had been on the verge of attempting to communicate but always she had put it off. After all the two of them had been through there didn't really seem to be words that were adequate. Al'lara's older twin by three minutes had died serving Jade when she was governor of a gelatinous world with chromium ore as its only claim to fame. There had been a Sith invasion. Jade frowned. It had been costly, but the challenge had been--dare she admit it?--exciting. Her fingers twitched. 

Jade enjoyed the refreshing blast of superheated water and rinsed off quickly. She pulled on a fresh tunic and returned to the main training room that she had Terra had been using earlier. For a moment or two she contemplated her reflection in mirrors that covered one wall. She stared deep into her own eyes and sighed as she wondered who was really looking back at her. Thick black hair had tumbled loosely around her shoulders. She reached up and deftly twisted it into a loose knot at the nape of her neck, pinning it in place with twin gold and jet hairsticks, a gift from a very close friend.

She sat on the padded floor, legs curled underneath her body in a gracefully executed lotus position as if she was meditation. She awaited the return of Terra Kiros.

Terra switched her training saber off and quickly replaced it, but didn't get the opportunity to say anything to Jade before the older woman ordered her to the showers. Ordered...Serrin rarely ever gave an order to her like Jade had just done, saving those for times when it was seriously called for. Whenever Serrin ordered you to do something, it meant the situation was serious. So it was a little strange for her when she received a curt order to hit the showers and be out in ten minutes. She would follow it, of course, but it would be something else she would have to get used to if Jade was going to be her master.

She entered the shower, quickly undressed and stepped inside, her mind drifting back to the spar with Jade. It was clear that her technique still needed work, and that she would have to continue to study and refine her use of Ataru before applying it in an actual fight. Her use of Form I was fine, but it had been her attempt to switch to Ataru that had ended up costing her the spar. She sighed softly. Her Trial of Skill had gone better than this, and she had realized that she still had quite a bit of work to do...

The realization that she was running of time snapped her out of her reverie and she quickly shut off the water, dried off and got dressed and then went to join Jade back in the main training room. Hoping she wasn't late, she went to go sit down next to the older woman, but stopped when she saw the Twi'lek in the room, greeting them with a simple "hi". Terra managed a small smile."Hello."

-5-
"I am Five. I am the new art teacher."

She swung the quarterstaff around with both hands, letting it helicopter away in front of her. She found the balance to be good.

-5-
"To say the truth, I am exited. Not many of my sisters have had the chance to fight a jedi, and I have a theory I wish to try out... may I intrude on your sparring, and ask for a favor?"

Five was not curious about the two jedi more then her actual agenda. She was rather confident in her knowledge about the jedi witch was actually just generalisations and a lot of falshoods mixed with a grain of truth. And her stance showed this too. Confident, with a slight hint of a smile on her face. As if she knew something funny but wouldnt tell.