A Long Way From Home

[Dracken Pryce]

Drack smirked and shrugged. He'd been trained by Mandalorian commandoes and his time in the One Sith's arena had given him more than enough brawling experience.

"You're on."

The pair met in the training room, a mostly pale white paneled room with a glowing datapad on both ends of the room meant to set various combat simulations and training missions. Drack's hands were wrapped and he wore tighter fitting athletic clothes meant for sparing. His finger hovered over various arenas. He settled on a simple, primitive one.

"This work for you?"

[member="Ava Cartwright"]

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

So he'd called her bluff.... Well, it wasn't actually that. Ava did want to spar, work on her hand to hand skills because she needed to and it was a good work out. But the way [member="Dracken Pryce"] answered with his 'You're on' matter of fact, the pilot had a moment of thinking she'd bitten off more than she could chew. It could just be the Corellian bluffing too, but the pilot didn't think so with that damnable smirk of his.

Goldie followed the Captain into the training room, then waited for the naval officer to pick a scenario from the combat simulator. While doing so she stretched out her toned, lean muscles and checked her opponent's easily assessable physique now that he had stripped down to his sparring attire rather than the sweats of before. It was surprising what became pleasantly apparent. The man really did take good care of himself, but that was part of being military bred; the discipline. She was still evolving with that. The rebel in her seemed to make it a bit more difficult to achieve at times; not so much in the physical sense, but rather in the mental.

The Ralltiiri's blue gaze peered over Dracken's broad shoulder at the chosen training session as the blonde stepped up next to him at the console. "Yep, works for me," Ava answered with an affirmative nod, then the flight lieutenant made her way over to the middle of the room, remaining loose yet ready for the action to begin.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

He met the pilot in the center, wrapped hands up in a defensive position, guard up.

"You sure you're up for this Lieutenant?" There was a mischievous tone in his voice, goading her, taunting her. He swayed back and forth slowly and his feet made small movements on his toes. He grew up on Corellia, his family wasn't rich and he grew up in a rough neighborhood. Corellian Boxing is what he learned in his youth, running with wannabe swoop gangs.

The One Sith coliseum taught him other lessons, mostly the dirty dancing of the arena. Sometimes the two blended in his movements absently, the ferocity of his time as a Sith slave but he knew he could reign it in.

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

"The real question is are you up for this, Captain? I promise I won't bite... much," she quipped back, raising up her gloved hands that were taped underneath. Like him, her shapely yet tone body swayed back and forth almost hypnotically, weight on the balls of her feet for easy movement to strike or counter any attack.

The blonde's long ponytail also swished like a horse's tail behind her golden head... or maybe even like a Twi'lek's lekku, if [member="Dracken Pryce"] was into that kind of exotic thing. Whatever floated his boat, right?! Anyway, the banter continued from the pilot.

"Well sir, I normally like to use with ladies first rule, but I think I'll let you go first this time."

 

[Dracken Pryce]

He shrugged and without warning moved in for the attack. The Corellian slid his left foot forward and moved in with a powerful right cross. He didn't have a target in mind but it flew at her jaw. The attack was less of a full on attack and more him testing the waters. He purposefully left himself open slightly for a counter attack. They hadn't established how dirty they were fighting, but he had a feeling she wouldn't go for any cheap shots against her Captain. Maybe he was wrong for thinking so, but it was a nice thought considering the leeway he had given her in the first punch. The simulated sound of the bouncing stretched canvas of a shockboxing ring filled the room as the two moved across the floor.

[member="Ava Cartwright"]

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Well, he was no fun?!

As soon as Ava saw [member="Dracken Pryce"]'s elbow move, she readied for his attack; a right cross seemingly looking to find purchase with her jaw. Good thing the blonde had put in her mouth guard at the last minute just as the shock boxing scenario came to life, huh.

The lithe pilot side slipped with a step to the left lowering her shoulder while bringing up her right hand to guard position elbow tucked in just like Dagger had taught her. Goldie then countered with a left jab aimed at the captain's mid section.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

He let the hit land, let the blow leave its mark, which would likely be a bruise the next day. He grunted and hopped away and gave her a nod before he sucked his teeth. Maybe he shouldn't have let her get one on him. The dull throb radiated up his left side for a moment, but he would ignore it and moved back in for two light, quick jabs. Air escaped his lips in quick succession as he hissed, narrating his attacks. Another habit from before he joined CorSec.

Ava hit pretty hard for a pilot, then again it wasn't as if she looked weak. The military discipline showed, she definitely wasn't failing any fitness tests any time soon. Their shoes on the simulated canvas floor was nostalgic and brought him back to simpler days learning how to fight at the gym behind his house.

[member="Ava Cartwright"]

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Oh oh... She didn't mean to hit him that hard, really. Ava had put her shoulder into it though and the followthrough of the jab to [member="Dracken Pryce"]'s mid section was right on the money it seemed. Ouch! Well another boo boo to kiss...

The Captain put some space between them by moving away, then attacked again with a double jab. Goldie brought both her gloves up with elbows tucked in tight to block them. Even though they were lightly thrown it still stung as they bounced off her wrists. She half expected another cross to be added to the combo, but it didn't come.

The Ralltiiri then pivoted on the ball of her back foot, turning her shapely hip and knee forward as she brought her right hand up in a swiping motion from her slender waist line to attempt an upper cut of his chiseled jawline keeping her left hand up in guard.

Ava could tell he really wasn't trying too hard yet... Either Dracken was probing her or the man didn't want to make it too physical. Maybe it was a bit of both, though she was willing to take it up a notch if need be. The pilot didn't think the Corellian would let her off the hook too easy from his smugness before and the fact she was a woman, and a Rogue to boot. Course the blue-eyed, blonde with the long leg factor might be something to consider too. It had to be at least a little distracting.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

The uppercut came unexpectedly, but the blonde wasn't exactly the best at hiding her movements either. He caught it just before she threw her punch and stopped his advance, letting the punch fly past his face. Too close for comfort. The Corellian ducked to her right and threw a good punch at her core with his left . He could have tackled her and brought her down there, ended the fight with a swift, clean break and-

His thoughts drifted for a moment realizing that he was thinking about killing a crew member.

The arena was simpler, and he was glad that his counseling had gone so well, but the fact that those thoughts still came out was...Troubling to say the least. The punch lost momentum as he got lost in thought but continued on.

[member="Ava Cartwright"]

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

There was something heated that flashed in the depths of [member="Dracken Pryce"] blue-gray pools a split second before he sent a punch to her mid-section. It was enough of a distraction Ava didn't quite react as quickly as she should. The blonde got her glove up to block it just a hair too slow and got the wind knocked out of her a bit.

"Time," Goldie called out in a strained voice, stepping back and taking a small walk around the canvas floor for second, then the pilot came right back and set up once again with pure determination written now on her face. She was so pissed at herself for letting that happen, but the internal sentiment would be used externally on her opponent.

"Nice play, Captain. Let's go again shall we?" the Rallitiri said with a nod of her golden head and taunt of her upheld gloves, but the lieutenant didn't hesitate with waiting for the Corellian's attack this time, setting into motion one of her own.

Ava put much more power behind a 1-1-2 combo with a swift right roundhouse kick to follow hoping to put the man on notice that she wasn't that easy of prey to be had, well at least in this arena.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

He winced watching the LT reel from his punch but couldn't help but wear a sly smirk. Strange, he felt like he held back on that punch a little more than normal.

"Time?" The captain chuckled and clapped his wrapped hands together before rolling his neck, "Alright, lets go-" The blonde didn't give him time to finish his sentence, cutting him off before he could utter any sort of witty remark. The 1-1-2 was telegraphed strongly in her movements. She was disciplined, but the stars is truly where she belonged.

He swatted the 1-1 and threw up a guard for the 2, but the kick suprised him. His eyes went wide as he attempted to block the kick, ending up grabbing her leg instead. He tried to turn it into a throw but he slipped on sweat from earlier and fell into a tumble of limbs.
[member="Ava Cartwright"]

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Yeah, the flight lieutenant still had a long ways to go as [member="Dracken Pryce"] easily blocked her two jabs and cross, but.... there was hope with her kick. That long leg of hers when wound up could carry a nice wallop. The ship captain hadn't seen it coming, which caught him off guard. Perfect!

The Corellian scrambled to defend against it and offer a counter, but in doing so lost his balance. What happened next could only be comical to watch. As it were though, the two officers were alone so no one would witness their folly.

When Dracken began to fall his grip was still on Goldie's ankle. Instead of fighting it, the pilot went with the flow of gravity, hoping to use it to her advantage somehow. The two went down in a tangled heap onto the canvas floor of the boxing ring with a resounding umph exclaimed.

Well this is rather awkward... ly...

A slow smile grew upon the golden angel's face as steely blues danced in mirth... or was that mischief etched in them as Ava gazed down at the man laying beneath her on his back.

nice...

"Pinned, I win!" the Ralltiiri declared with a smirking soft chuckle as her shapely body held Drac's honed one in place.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Dracken grunted in displeasure. Any pin was uncomfortable, even a poorly executed one. On top of that, no pun intended, he was in a particular awkward position now with his lieutenant. He sucked his teeth and with another grunt he struggled beneath her.

"You call this a pin?" He squirmed.

"I know Galucus that have better pins than this!" he struggled again, wiggling his arm from beneath her leg.

[member="Ava Cartwright"]

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Ava really had to try and keep from snorting a giggle out as [member="Dracken Pryce"] struggled beneath her. The captain grumbled about the manner of the pin, but was it the form itself or was it the form that troubled the Corellian the most.

"Well sir, I suppose I do have you where I want you... from a certain point of view," Goldie nodded with a tiny bit of mirth etched in her blue orbs, then after a couple of ticks the blonde released the hold of her opponent and pushed up to stand and offered her hand.

"Perhaps you can show me a better way of doing a pin next time," she said with a small smile.