Private A Violent Tint

[Iris Arani]

Combat wasn't something Iris really expected to have to.. Do. Participate in? Something along those lines. Yet, after what happened on Sump, she knew she'd have to at least learn how to fight at some point. She turned the training saber over in her hand, frowning. She didn't want to have to fight. The blade extended, it's simple blue color burning in the air. It couldn't cut through anything, probably.. Zap? That's the warning she got when she was given the weapon. 'Be careful or you'll zap yourself.'

Was it really that bad? She peered at the blade, closer than before. Then a flash of something else. A memory. The blade extinguished. Valery Noble had killed those slavers on Sump to protect them all. Iris, herself, the children. But.. The weapon killed. Iris reached over, gripping her shaking hand to try and still it. She needed to calm down. She had to. If she wanted to be a Jedi, she needed to overcome this.. Fear. She sighed as she ignited the blade one more and started to go through her drills.

Brandyn Sal-Soren

 

[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

A sullen shade seemed to cover Brandyn’s features as he swung his training saber back and forth. The motions were not precise, not crisp Shii-cho strikes, and it bothered him. His sister, Briana Sal-Soren , was probably already advancing no to her next lightsaber style. Annoyed was an understatement, but his main source of annoyance was directed at his own imperfection.

If he was going to be the Jedi he had always wanted to be he just had to keep practicing. Brandyn’s issue as always was that he had a keen eye for error and excellence, and a constant nagging self-criticism that pushed him to practice but also to frustration. His mother had called it perfectionism, but it wasn’t evident in every area of life. He was certainly unsure just what Master Valery Noble would call it.

Vshooom. Vwooooom. Vvooooom. Fshzzzt.

Three hacking, less slashing, swings of the saber saw Brandyn disengage the blade. It was only then, through the haze of self-criticism, that he noted there were other students that had entered the training area. Perhaps an opponent was what he needed. First, he noted that the Zeltron/Arkaanian Padawan, Auralya Jos, had arrived, nope, she was not the one he would be approaching.

What about….

“Hey…you! Yeah…you! Want to spar?”

| Iris Arani |​

 

[Iris Arani]

She was barely two strikes in when a different voice filled her ears. Well, not at first. Iris was completely off in her own world, focused solely on her blade work. Or lack there of. The first strike was clumsy. Her grip on the saber was too weak, and she just about threw it from her grasp before half stumbling forward to try and keep control of the weapon. The second? She didn't almost throw it away at least.

Then blinked. It'd been a couple seconds after Brandyn Sal-Soren spoke to her. Bright, oddly colored eyes turned to him as she blinked again. ".. Oh! Spar! Um.. Okay. I can spar. .. What's spar?"