nature/nurture
Dojo, Jedi Temple, Coruscant
Open to Jedi Padawans
At first, Resh assumed the heightened intensity of his training droid partner was simply another test from his master,
Maeve Linahan
. She had put him through the wringer during their first training sessions (if you could call it that, given Maeve's absence for 90% of it). It figured she would preempt something like this for the young pureblood. Resh was impressing himself in the process; He had done a good job avoiding the hits thus far, even when the droid pulled out a second lightsaber and stalked froward with spinning limbs. Maybe all this strenuous practice was paying off after all.Open to Jedi Padawans
The other training droids in the room were seemingly upped in difficulty as well. The few glances Resh spared at some of the other sparring padawans surprised him. Had she gone through the trouble of setting up all the droids to be more challenging? That didn't make sense…
…Resh's danger sense suddenly flashed, more painfully that it ever had during a session like this. He jumped back as his droid partner swung a blade towards the ground in front of him. It left a superheated cut in the floor. These weapons were supposed to be set to training mode, "Uh…" The droid swung again, and Resh blocked. The heat of the weapon suddenly seemed a lot more noticeable. "Guys?!" He spoke up in a panic, before one of the floating remote droids took a shot at him. He ducked, and it hit the wall, leaving a smoking scorch mark. All the other droids amped up their assaults on their respective padawan partners. There were no masters observing them all. They were on their own. And the bots had gone rogue.