Private Eenia Vahn: Saber Training

[Kyyrk]

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T R A I N​

Voph stood in the training grounds of the new Knights Obsidian facility on Naboo, pacing back and forth as he watched a group of squires drill their saber forms. His class was for the advanced students, those that showed a particular aptitude for the arts of the sword. But one never could spend too much time on the basics. As was the topic of today's lesson. Voph held his off-hand aloft, and looked down at the chronometer glowing against the inner wrist of his gauntlet. Five. Four. Three. Two... "Stop!" Voph's voice boomed across the courtyard as the students stood to attention, their training sabers deactivating. "Your bladework is always improving. Remember this. Everything is built upon your core learnings. Without strong roots, the tree shall weaken, and be toppled by the slightest breeze."​

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Voph paused, and gestured to the door. "You are being dismissed for the evening. Tomorrow, we shall test your mettle against each other." Voph bowed to his students, and they bowed in return, before collecting their belongings strewn around the edges of the courtyard, and filing out of the small training ground. Voph turned, and called his own bottle of water to him with the Force, uncapping it and taking a long drink. His class might have finished, but his true work was about to begin. Lights began to flicker on as the sun approached the horizon, illuminating the cool evening air as a gentle breeze swept through the courtyard. His apprentice would arrive soon. Then the lesson could begin...​

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Eenia Vahn​

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[Eenia Vahn]

Tag: | Kyyrk |

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Relocating to Naboo really hadn't been that big of a deal for Eenia. She had moved around enough over the last several months now that it just didn't phase her anymore. She hadn't really found a place to root in, she was still attempting to find her place, to settle. So this was just another step on the path to accomplishing that. Though maybe, just maybe this would be the place, hm?

Whatever the case, she had at least found herself in new apprenticeship, hence the move in the first place. It had not been Nia's first encounter with Voph, so when the offer to teach her had come along it at least wasn't odd to agree - at least not for her. She had come as far as she could when she was with the Silver Jedi, supported but never quite reaching what she had needed. They had indeed taught her to be a great healer - not perfect by any means, but good at what she could do. And Nia's defense was on par as well. But there was still a place she was lacking, a place that she could survive but that was really the extent of it, and this was something she had discussed with her new Master at some point.

It hadn't been overly difficult to find her way to where she was supposed to be. She had greeted those who were leaving in passing, but the bulk of her focus was on the area. Travels had shown her plenty of things, but this courtyard was impressive. As a young woman who hadn't come from much? Well there was an awe factor written clear as day on her face. At least until her gaze found her Master.

Nia was quick to school her expression out of habit and approached in silence. There wasn't anything she needed to say in the moment, and she was here on time - as she always would be. She had always been an eager and good student, after all.

 

[Kyyrk]

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T R A I N​

Voph reached up to dab at a rogue strand of water with his thumb as it slipped out the corner of his mouth, and down the side of his chin. His attention was occupied with the young girl approaching him. He'd met Eenia Vahn once before, at a bar on Kashyyyk. She certainly seemed to be in a better state now, but it was anyone's guess how she fared under the surface. "Don't pretend you can hide that look, little one." Voph smirked at her. He'd seen the look of awe the girl wore as she stepped into the courtyard. He turned to look around the courtyard himself, admiring the carved stones. "Though I admit, it is quite nice. I could grow used to training here."​

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Voph turned to look at the girl once more, recapping the bottle as he studied her. He stepped forward, tossing the bottle back to the small bag of training probes from which it had been summoned. "I hope the night finds you well. Today marks the first step on a long and daunting journey. The Force is by far your most powerful ally. But there comes a time when you must cast even this aside in favor of that which will never abandon nor betray you. Tonight, we shall assess your skill, and begin your training where appropriate. In time, it is my hope that you will become a force to be reckoned with. A perfect blend of Force and Blade." Voph paused just before the girl, and extended a hand towards her. "Before we begin, may I see it?"​

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Eenia Vahn ​

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[Eenia Vahn]

Tag: Kyyrk

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She had been caught in the act, her awe hadn't been schooled quickly enough. Though instead of feeling mortified by the fact, the blonde ducked her head and smiled a little sheepishly. "I don't think I've ever actually spent time in a place like this." she admit. Sure, the temple in Kashyyyk had been nice and she has indeed seen plenty of places that were nice on their own. But this? A year ago - hell a few months ago - she never would have thought to step foot in a place like this, much less be training in one.

But as focus shifted to the subject at hand, to why she was here in the first place, Eenia sighed. The amusement left her face, and her gaze dropped to the battered hilt of the lightsaber attached to her hip. She was listening to what was being said to her, and while she wanted to believe that she could be trained to wield the blade more accurately, thus far experience had not given way to such things. She could survive, she could keep from lopping her own limbs off as well as keep from having them lopped off by others, but that was truly the extent of it.

So when she was asked if the weapon could be seen, Nia made a noise in her throat but pulled the saber from her side and offered it over. It had suffered cosmetic damage; there were tarnishes to the hilt where it had seen damage from an explosion, though the blonde had tried to cover them (for her sake, not others) with thick leather bound about the hilt. The char marks only served as another reminder of what she had done before all of this, after all. But that was a dark thought, and she pushed it aside as she relinquished the blade for inspection.