Private Cyran's Secret Sensei

[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Corellia
Objective: Greet and Train
Tag: Braze

The bounty hunter was looking to invest in a bigger ship for himself to increase the scope of his work. He had ambitions in his career that somewhat required upgrading some of his hardware. Having spent the last day on Corellia to get a better idea of some of the ships available to himself. Trying his best to keep himself on a tight budget and not allow any dealers to upsale him on anything he didn’t need.

Right now he’d been drawn towards an old model of Deep Space Recovery Vessel. Its armament wasn’t something he cared much about, it was more or less a large flying cargo hold but that’s what appealed to him. It was simple yet oddly and easily customizable. It’d make for a good ship for him to park some of his smaller vehicles within that was for sure and really broaden his horizons on work that he could do as a freelancer.

However, Cyran had also been contacted by a certain martial arts aspirant. Someone he hadn’t been able to do much with ever since the galactic core was thrown into shambles. As much as the zeltron dispsied needless violence and wars, the professional within him recognized that the war should bring him considerable business. But much to his dismay it has actually hurt his profits. The Galactic Alliance had no real need for freelancers like him anymore on the warfront, and he was too principled to allow himself to work for The Dark Empire. It was difficult being a freelancer like himself when he constantly kept shooting himself in the foot thanks to his own morals.

Cyran hadn’t planned much for training but knew he owed it to the youngster to teach them the best that he could given their limited access. So knowing that Braze would wanna be arriving soon he got to work with his helpful bunch of droids into quickly converting a part of his light freighter’s storage room into a modest sized dojo. Something he’d done for himself on occasion to train and hone his own abilities. So for now the bounty hunter waited at the Corellian spaceport for their little pale pupil.​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Cyran Vaas

There were quiet footsteps trailing Cyran... small, soft steps, barely audible. Braze had been following him for a while now, his curiosity growing. What could Cyran be thinking about? The thought lingered as Braze mirrored his every movement, watching, waiting.

When Cyran finally paused, as if sensing something amiss, Braze's smirk widened. Now's the perfect time.

He broke the silence with a playful edge in his voice. "What are you doing here, Master Cyran?"

Braze decided it was time to end his little game of shadowing Cyran all morning.

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[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Corellia
Objective: Greet and Train
Tag: Braze

Finances, insurance, taxes, all those annoying adult things that Cyran regularly had to worry about as a bounty hunter that chose to play by the rules. Investing in a corvette sized vessel would be a pretty big commitment after all. Sadly for him his job was mostly finances as a small business owner and tedious investigative work to track his targets when he is working on a bounty.

However, his limited telepathic abilities picked up some on the slight intrusion of Braze. He didn’t recognize the presence of the child specifically. But did sense some of the playful emotions within the echani boy.

When Braze finally made himself known Cyran turned back to looked over at the boy, somewhat surprised with how close they seemed to be before calling out to the zeltron bounty hunter. “Huh? Oh I’m just browsing for a new ship. Looking to expand my operations with something bigger and just seeing what’s on the market.” He said as he looked down at the boy through his helmet. “I got part of my ship organized into a little dojo for us today. Something I used to do when training by myself and honing my own skills and body. I have you know Braze, I got something special planned for you today.” Cyran explained, hoping his words might excite the eager boy.​

 

[Braze]

Cyran Vaas

TAGS: Cyran Vaas

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Braze's eyes lit up with genuine curiosity as he leaned in slightly, clearly intrigued by Cyran’s words.

“A new ship?” he asked, his tone full of interest. “That sounds amazing! What kind are you looking for? Something fast, or maybe something with more power?”

He paused for a second, thinking it over. "It must be really expensive to keep everything running, right? Do you have to manage all that by yourself?"

The mention of the dojo caught his attention next, and he grinned, a spark of enthusiasm in his gaze. “Something special planned?” he repeated, his excitement growing. “What is it? Can we start now?”

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[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Corellia
Objective: Greet and Train
Tag: Braze

“Oh well just something bigger that has a lot of space. Having something with mild carrier capabilities. Just due to the nature of the work I do I need something very general purpose.” Cyran explained to the boy. “But more power? Nah kid, I’m just a bounty hunter, I’m not fighting a war…”

“I know it’s gonna be more expensive and I’m taking that into account. But you know me, I got plenty of droid helpers to aid in my operations. Even to help train you remember?” Cyran said with a smirk under his helmet. Reminding Braze that the bounty hunter wasn’t entirely a one man army. He saw how excited Braze seemed to get over alluding to something more he had planned. “Yeah just follow me.”

With that Cyran turned and led Braze back to his pink light freighter, The Rose. Approaching it a pair of pit droids marched around doing a bit of routine maintenance on the exterior of the ship along with Cyran’s astromech droid. R4-P4’s photoreceptor looked over at Braze before speaking up in binary. Expressing some interest in the arrival of Cyran’s star pupil. Causing one of the pit-droids to comment if they are really a star pupil if they’re the only pupil. Earning the pid-droid a little shock from the astromech before chasing them around some.

“By the end of today I’m gonna leave you with a little parting gift. With how hectic things are I know that I won’t be able to properly train you consistently. So I have a plan to allow you to continue your journey without my direct involvement. Something afforded to me by my Master.” He said over his shoulder as they walked up the loading ramp and into the cargo hold of the freighter. Like he said a decent chunk of it had been converted into a simple yet functional dojo. With most of the cargo that once took up the room organized into a corner. One of the crates seemingly stuffed with various weapons collected throughout his career.

“Today I’m gonna try and teach you one of the more advanced techniques of martial art, called The Spitting Rawl. But we should probably do some warmup exercise first. Have you been punching buckets of sand like I told you to last time?”​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Cyran Vaas

"So you can collect more captives per trip?" Braze asked, his tone edged with suspicion, his brow slightly furrowed. He eyed Cyran as if searching for any sign of dishonesty. "I'm aware you have a plethora of droids in your retinue," he added, his voice taking on a more playful chirp, trying to mask the discomfort he felt about what the extra space on Cyran's ship could imply.

Then, in typical Braze fashion, he couldn't resist a teasing jab. "Makes me wonder what might happen if they decide to overthrow their great and powerful leader." His voice lilted in mock concern, the grin on his face giving away the jest. He followed after Cyran, watching the bounty hunter closely, but his attention was briefly drawn to the droids—particularly when they chased one another around. The pit-droid's antics earned a snicker from Braze as his head tilted, listening to the mechanical chatter, a mix of amusement and wariness creeping into his gaze.

But his curiosity quickly redirected back to Cyran, who had a way of keeping him on edge with these cryptic hints. What was this "parting gift"? Braze couldn't help but wonder as they stepped aboard the ship.

"Yeah, but it hurts... You have no idea how much treatment I had to give my hands after." He rubbed them as if the memory of training was still fresh, exaggerating the wince to highlight his complaint at such a brutal approach.

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[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Corellia
Objective: Greet and Train
Tag: Braze

“More Captives? Nah, I know some other hunters that are like that and that ain’t how I normally do things. Unless I’m teaming up with others I try to keep my acquisitions to a minimum whenever they’re in transit. Plus I'm a freelancer, there’s more I do than just hunting bounties and a bigger ship can help with that.” Cyran explained to the boy. Hearing their remark about his droids overthrowing him, the zeltron disregarded it.

Once they were on board he brought his hands up to his helmet and pulled it off his head before looking down at Braze and narrowing his eyes. “What? But that’s like, part of the whole exercise. Well it’s mostly to build up your wrists, but still. You’re not supposed to have soft hands by the end of it.” He replied before lowering his head to let out a sigh. He didn’t realize that Jedi were so lazy with their training.

“Well, I guess let’s get you started off with some dynamic stretches to get warmed up. The technique you’ll be learning about today is rather acrobatic so lets make sure you get your body ready. Oh and before I forget. Did you bring that weird stone thing with you too? So you can’t cheat with The Force.” Cyran asked, wondering if Braze had brought a void stone with him.​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Cyran Vaas

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"What else do you do?" Braze asked, trailing behind him like a lost puppy.

"I don't wanna have rough hands. Girls don't like that. How are you supposed to hold a cutie in your arms if she's busy complaining about how calloused your hands are?" Braze added with a grin.

"Yes, I brought it with me. Seems like that's the only way you're willing to train me," he said, holding up his gear.

Braze perked up at the mention of stretches. "Oh? I'm good at that!" he chirped, immediately diving into a warm-up. He moved from light stretches into his more extreme ones with a startling ease, demonstrating his flexibility. He displayed the kind of flexibility most men would cringe at seeing.

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[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Corellia
Objective: Greet and Train
Tag: Braze

“Eh, sometimes I do a bit of courier work and transport some VIPs. Retrieval for lost or stolen goods and large scale bounty missions with the Mantis Syndicate from time to time. I know a corvette sized ship would be game changing for that in particular.” Cyran explained rather casually. Although he was primarily a bounty hunter by trade. He was very much a jack of all trades to round out his profits.

“Well that’s not really an issue for me. My wife is as brawny as myself so I would be the soft one if I followed your advice. I can’t afford to get steamrolled by her again. But just a reminder, Teras Kasi translates into Steel Hand, not soft hand.” The bounty hunter remarked to the boy before nodding. “Good, this way we can make sure that you won’t accidentally cheat.” Cyran didn’t think that Braze was actually interested in relying on the Force for their training.

“Nice nice, we’ll need to be doing a lot of cartwheel style flips today for your training.” After he said that he moved over to a corner of the improvised dojo to pull out a simple dummy so that he can use it to demonstrate the move once Braze was through with their stretching and warm ups. Cyran would even begin to move his body around some so that he doesn’t pull anything once he’d start teaching the boy.​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Cyran Vaas

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"I think you could still be a good fighter even without calloused hands," Braze quipped with a sly grin, his voice carrying a light, teasing tone. "But seriously—what exactly does this flippy thing do? What's it supposed to achieve, and how do you even know when to use it?" His brow furrowed slightly as he observed the maneuver again, trying to decipher its purpose. To Braze, it seemed unnecessarily flashy, though he couldn't deny that it looked cool. And if he were being honest, he loved the idea of looking cool. Who didn't enjoy a little flair now and then? Braze certainly relished those moments when skill and style collided, drawing all eyes to him.

Still, as much as he enjoyed theatrics, Braze kept his focus on the task at hand, moving with surprising discipline. Each strike, block, and turn was executed with genuine effort, his vested interest in the martial art evident.

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