Private Endurance

[Diogo Talon]

JEDI TEMPLE, CORUSCANT
TAG: Valery Noble

Diogo had seen better days. Life had been pretty rough recently—foremost in his mind was the Galactic Alliance’s blood soaked liberation of Iridonia. He couldn’t get the images out of his head. And he couldn’t believe he let himself get captured like that. Barely survived facing down a rogue Sith Lord, too. It was an accomplishment for a Padawan, to be sure, but for Diogo it wasn’t good enough. Not even close.

Then the pirates. Diogo thought he could get away for a bit while recovering, see his mum on Niamos. But Rishi pirates had other plans; they took him and a bunch of Inner Rim vacationers hostage. Barely got out of that in one piece, too.

Now fully recuperated, it was time to hit the training room. Diogo practically marched there, walking fast without full on running, full of vigor and purpose. He stretched his arms and shoulders as he moved. Hopefully he’d find a sparring partner or something. Though he loved a challenge, part of him kinda hoped there would be a less skilled Padawan he could duel with, boost his confidence a little. An easy way to get back in the saddle, so to speak. Yeah, that would be nice.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery moved with the precision of a dancer and the grace of a predator, her every motion a blend of control and raw power. The spacious training room echoed with the soft hum of her violet lightsaber, its twin blades spinning through intricate arcs as she practiced a sequence of forms. Each step, each slash, was deliberate and fluid, a testament to years of discipline and mastery.

She wore her signature jumpsuit, a sleek and practical design that hugged her athletic frame while allowing for total freedom of movement. The fabric glinted faintly under the soft lighting of the room, its durable weave stretching and shifting as her body pivoted through a particularly sharp maneuver.

Her long, dark brown ponytail swayed behind her, catching the air as she twisted and turned. It added an almost hypnotic rhythm to her movements, the strands whipping gracefully like a metronome keeping time with her strikes. Stray wisps of hair clung to her temple, evidence of the intensity of her training, but her focus never wavered.

Valery came to a sudden halt, planting her boots firmly on the padded floor. She exhaled slowly, the glow of her lightsaber casting faint shadows across her face as she brought the weapon down into a resting position. Her amber eyes shone with a quiet fire, their gaze distant for a moment as she evaluated her technique in her mind.

The silence that followed was broken by the faint creak of the training room door. Without looking, Valery extinguished her saber and turned slightly, her posture relaxed but her presence commanding as her gaze found the new arrival. A small, welcoming smile played on her lips.

"Looking for a sparring partner?" she asked, her voice smooth and even, carrying just enough warmth to invite without relinquishing an ounce of authority.

Her stance shifted subtly, and the ponytail swayed lightly as she turned to fully face him, the quiet intensity of her presence filling the space between them. "I was just finishing up some solo drills. Care to join me?"

Diogo Talon ​