Echani Way

[Spencer Varanin]

[SIZE=18pt]Eshan[/SIZE]

The training hall was something to look at. It had recently been rebuilt and Spencer was taking the first few steps into it. There had been an odd peace that had settled among the people, but Spencer knew that the Mandalorians were on the horizon and a part of her was worried. She had met the Mandalorian leader and knew the woman had some ties with the Echani Culture. Yet, she didn’t want to have the woman as the one she answered to. Spencer didn’t do well under the thumb of another.

The usually smiling woman frowned as she looked at some of the whicker figures that were lined up for her to practice with. Guards stood outside of the training hall as she made sure everything was in order. Spencer wanted this place full of Echani training and preparing for a war that could happen. As she stood in front of one of the figures, she twisted her hips and snapped a kick into the head. The force fueled her leg and sent the basket head flying. The woman carefully let her leg fall and touch the ground and a smile crossed her face.

A hand dusted off the heavy training gi that the Echani Queen wore. She looked at her comm and wondered when her guest would arrive. The woman was a figure head within the Confederacy, from what she remembered of the government, a man named Metus was also still a figure head. She had met with him and remembered his strength. Her curiosity was with the Echani woman that was usually found at his side.

Arms folded as she awaited the woman, it was time to get to know each other, the Echani way.

[member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Srina Talon]

ESHAN [Training Area]
Tags: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

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Srina exhaled slowly as she acclimated. Eshan. Her home. The one thing that she loved, revered, but seemed incapable of being able to return to for long periods of time. She’d been sent away during darker days. Out of familial duty, by request of her Elders, she left. Srina stayed away. At least until the issue was dealt with, circumstances improved, or she was strong enough to deal with the problem.

She still wasn’t certain on the latter half.

As the Apprentice of a Sith Lord she had learned quite a lot. Was it enough? Srina didn’t know. She had spent the majority of her childhood watching her family, friends, and peers fight one another with such achingly beautiful grace that she almost felt inadequate from time to time. She emulated them as best she could. But, she was still young. She was her mother’s daughter. Skill in the most absolute form would come with time.

Wintry gray eyes took in the sight of the ivory walls and gilded molding along the tops of the ceiling. It was an open space, airy, and light. Her typical complement of Magnaguard had been left at the spaceport. Her Master would have been furious. He didn’t like her moving about without some sort of protection, no matter how she assured him, that she could handle herself. From their varied sparring sessions, he knew it to be true. Yet, he still worried. Endlessly.

A pair of stalwart guards kept pace with her. They guided, without pointing or speaking, and Srina followed their lead unthinkingly. The careful rustle of the soft fabric that wrapped around her form was the only noise that carried throughout the long sunlit hallway. It was unadorned, white with pale blue overtones, and styled to allow an ease of movement. It was unlike some of the clothing that she wore for diplomatic engagements on behalf of the Confederacy.

This was different. Home. No matter how much time she spent on Ryloth or Geonosis—this was the place her spirit was always drawn back to. The pale and seemingly apathetic woman rarely let her peers or her siblings know how much she missed Eshan. It was her burden to bear.

Eventually, that made their way to a training facility and the young Echani arrived at the entrance just in time to see a flaxen-haired female take a shot at a whicker practice doll. She remembered them. The earthy scent that they produced when struck hard enough and the way their bindings unraveled from vigorous training. Srina recognized her, barely, from the party that she had been invited to not long ago. She had caught sight of the Queen from a distance. They had not been formally introduced.

Soundless footsteps, whisper quiet, brought her down a small set of steps and she made her approach with the permission of the guards that remained a few paces behind. Protective, but respectful. “Majesty.”, Srina spoke, her voice sweet, but distant. Like morning bells that were trapped under glass. The moonlit haired Apprentice did not bow. It wasn’t really their way. Regardless, she would prostrate herself for no one. “Forgive my late arrival. I hope I haven’t kept you waiting long.”

Her work with the Confederacy never ended. She executed her duties without emotion or any notion of failure. Everything she did was deliberate. Every life she took, she meant to. Becoming an Exarch, the right hand of the Vicelord, hadn’t made things any easier. With every passing day, her responsibilities grew. Her knowledge base expanded. It was not the life that she had expected, however, it did put all of her many skills to good use.

Truth be told, she still didn’t think she was much of a diplomat, but the CIS thought otherwise.

 

[Spencer Varanin]

Training Area
[member="Srina Talon"]

Spencer paused and looked towards the source of the voice, a smile crossed her face knowing that the woman had the quiet steps of an Echani. She wondered if she had been trained in the arts, but that was going to have to come later. A hand waved showing that she didn’t mind Srina’s tardiness. “It’s completely fine, don’t worry about it.” Spencer closed the distance as her own footsteps were quiet and moved with a grace. When her father had abandoned the planet, Spencer moved quickly to reign in the power, she was thrusted into the lessons of Eshan and her people quickly.

The product of those lessons showed, despite her look of a half breed, the woman was more Echani than her mother probably liked to accept. “I was happy to hear that you had shown up to the party, I was wondering if you were going to be able to escape your duties on Geonosis.” Spencer continued to smile. “Call me Spencer, I was never a fan of titles – even when I have a student, I just can’t. Ashin, my Master was like that as well.” She wondered if the pairs reputation preceded them and Srina had known of the Empress Desmos and her First Apprentice Yun-Harla. Spencer chuckled at the thought and then continued.

“So as much as I enjoy talking, we’re both Echani – care to get to know each other in the traditional sense?”