Fire can light the darkest depths

[Shamira Karuto]

Location: Ashira’s Light: Customs Area
Equipment: Robes, black cloak, and silver & gold hilted, blue blade lightsaber strapped to belt.

The sounds of tens of languages mixing together filled the customs area as hundreds of new additaments went through the necessary steps to be allowed within the massive space station. Not all had the same goal. Some came for the industry centers, some for the massive seven floor tall shopping center, and the wealthiest, which were easy to pick out of the crowd, immediately started towards the Sovereign Estates. Most of these new additaments stayed together with their groups, whether it be with their groups or families. One figure quietly moved through the steps of the customs, hood raised over her head, grey and white colored montrals hanging outside of black cloak’s hood. Silver blue eyes looked around quickly, almost nervously, as the last step of the process, her visa check, was completed and she was admitted into the main concourse area.

It had been three months since Shamira had left the New Jedi Order, feeling as though her time there had left her wayless, with no true direction. The whole experience left her continually feeling empty. When she left her homeworld of Shili for the Order, she had hoped it would give her a purpose, yet even through the invasions, fighting, and experiences it brought with it, Shamira had still spent years of her life feeling empty. It didn’t make leaving all that hard. She was still allowed to take what little belongings she owned with her, and the Rebel Alliance had loaned her enough credits to buy a few tickets and sustain herself for a short while. However, leaving the Order left the young teen alone in the galaxy, searching for a purpose, and for fulfillment.

For the last three months, the Togruta had taken any odd job she could to make enough credits to buy her next tickets, whether it be acting as a bodyguard, or taking on small grunt work jobs, while meddling in cantina’s to try to find something, anything, that sounded promising enough to take a chance on next. It had been a week ago that she had been at the bar in a Cantina on Corellia, that a name came up she had not heard before. The Order of the Fire, a force user sect of the industrial company Firemane. After taking a day to research what she could find on this new Order, Shamira hopped on the first ship to where the holonet was said there were located; Ashira’s Light.

Even if she was months separated by now from the Jedi Order, Shamira still made it a point to purposefully mediate every day to keep her connection with the Force strong. And now, in the most inhabited single area she had been in for a while, the Togruta couldn’t help but smile lightly, taking in the amazing energy that just flowed off the people. Hundreds, thousands of people all connected to the Force in some way, whether it be a strong personal connection, or just existing in some way. It made her smile lightly at the feeling, just standing for a moment and enjoying the energy and connections flow about her.

Taking a deep breath, Shamira snapped herself out of her trance, breathing slowly in and out to settle herself from the exciting feelings. Her steps quickly found their way to a map, mapping out the entire space station and all its subsidiaries. Tracing her finger along certain lines on the map, it didn’t take long to find Firemane Industries, looking like they were easily the largest company on board. Nodding lightly to herself, her eyes searched for a way up, settling on an elevator, then began walking towards it, trying to keep her breathing calm in the face of, hopefully, a new place to belong to.

​( [member="Tempest"] & [member="Valiens Nantaris"] )

 

[Tempest]

[member="Shamira Karuto"]

“Ma’am, I thought you might want to see this,” a junior technician said, calling Tempest over.
Tempest, who had been doing paperwork when the call came, had come over straight away.
“What’s going on?”
The technician pointed to the screen. A young Togruta in a black robe was standing outside.
“Her name’s Shamira Karuto. She appears to be a Jedi of some form, her credentials check out. I ran a cross reference of the face and one of our people on Corellia saw her a few weeks back.”
“Hmm, interesting. Just so long as she doesn’t want to convert us, this might be interesting. I’ll handle this myself,” she decided.
“I’ll let reception know, ma’am.”

When the turbolift opened, Shamira would find herself facing a receptionist at an ornate table. The room was otherwise empty.
“Welcome to Firemane Industries and Technologies. Please wait a moment, one of our representatives are coming down to see you,” the Receptionist said with a smile.

And indeed Tempest was not long arriving. Stepping out from the lifts behind the reception she nodded politely at Shamira.
“Welcome to the Ashira’s Light, Shamira. My name is Tempest, what can we do for you?”

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[member="Tempest"]


The turbolift was empty, save her, as it flew up the levels of the space station towards the level of the Firemane. Shamira couldn’t help but begin to tap her foot impatiently, as it felt like the turbolift was moving way too slowly. Even her breathing exercises couldn’t help contain the apprehension and excitement she felt welling up inside of her for the coming events.
Finally, the door opened, revealing a white colored, oval reception area, with a singular desk in the middle of the room. Multiple turbolifts also stood behind the desk. With gloved hands, Shamira reached up to her hood, flipping it down to reveal the rest of her grey skin and piercing blue eyes. She glanced around the lobby momentarily then stepped out of the turbolift, glancing over her shoulder to see the doors close behind her, before starting towards the receptionist desk.
Nodding silently when told there would be a representative soon, Shamira rocked back and forth on her heels while awaiting said representative. As soon as a woman, sporting a white haircut emerged from one of the tubes, she immediately stopped rocking and stood practically at attention. The neutral look she tried to keep on her face was broken the second Tempest dropped her name like it was no big deal. Trying to shake the thoughts from her head, figuring they just got her name from security, Shamira attempted to pay attention to the representative.
“I thank you for the welcome. I’m…I’m attempting to join with the Order of Fire. I heard that you take force sensatives. Who..who would I speak to about that?” She smiled, nervously, hoping she wasn’t here making a fool of herself.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Shamira Karuto"]

Tempest smiled broadly. She had been expecting either a lecture or an ill-fated invite to yet another conclave or meeting.
“You can talk to me. I’m one of Firemane’s head instructors and a Major in our military forces. Please, come with me and we can talk further.”

Still keeping a polite distance behind the Togruta, she led the young woman towards one of the elevators. A gesture of her hand and the elevator call button was pushed and soon arrived.
As the elevator ascended Tempest looked across at Shamira.
“Have you had much training with the Force? Our records show you were a Jedi of some form, but we had no other details.”

As they arrived Tempest led Shamira into an empty lounge which looked out to the planet Tygara far below. It was a magnificent view.
She sat and offered the seat across from her to her guest.
“Would you like a drink?” she asked. The lounge had a well-stocked bar, but Tempest poured only water for herself.

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[member="Tempest"]

Her nervous smile grew when the woman revealed herself to be exactly who she needed to talk to, and couldn’t help but feel a bit better when Tempest smiled broadly in her direction. Shamira was fully grateful that she hadn’t made a fool of herself so far.
She let her hands fold in front of her as she awaited the turbolift to arrive at their floor, glancing nervously over at the white haired woman. Thankfully everyone so far had been extremely kind to her, so any apprehensive feelings she had had been lessened from her treatment.
Shamira allowed the white haired woman into the turbolift first, following behind her and standing in the exact opposite side of the turbolift from her. Looking up, she smiled lightly when asked about her training past. “I joined the Jedi Order when I was nine. I was there for..seven years, before leaving a few months ago. I’ve kept up with my meditations, just not my dueling or strength training.” Shamira frowned lightly, shrugging as the door opened.
The lounge was absolutely gorgeous, yet the view was what really took the former Jedi’s breath away. While Tempest went behind the impressive looking bar, the Togruta found herself in front of the window, looking down at the beautiful planet. Even though she had been able to see it coming in on the transport through the ship’s viewports, it was here in the lounge that the full vastness and beauty of the planet was shown.
Tempest’s voice cut through her trance, bringing her back to reality. Smiling, she shook her head while walking over to the couch, sitting down lightly, folding her hands in front of her once more. “Nothing for me, thank you.” The Togruta supposed she would have to eventually try alcoholic drinks, but here, when she was trying to make a good impression, probably wasn’t the time for firsts.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Shamira Karuto"]
Tempest nodded and sat down with her glass of water. The girl was very young and very brave to have come all this way by herself. She reminded Tempest of herself on distant Dahomey all those years ago. She had been a slave and she had found her way to Siobhan and Firemane. She could work with this girl.

“Thank you for coming to us, Shamira. You’ve been very bold, very brave coming her, and I want to reward your initiative. Our standards for new trainees are high, but you have a good knowledge of the basics we can work from. I’d like to offer you a chance to train with me and my companions personally.”

“We are not Jedi, we are not Sith, we are not anything you would have seen before. We are the Order of Fire, and we use our skills combined with discipline and martial might to end injustice, protect the innocent and fight evil. We do not reward those who charge ahead for power and glory, nor those who seek personal gain over the collective. We are like an army, we follow our code, but we do not tolerate either cruelty or dissent.”

Tempest smiled in case her words had worried the girl. “But we’re also people too. We want what’s best like the Jedi – but our way is a more efficient way of achieving this!”

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[member="Tempest"]

The compliment caught the Togruta off guard. She wasn’t used to be called those words, and honestly could do very little to believe them herself. Ever since she had left the Jedi order, she had, at times sitting alone in a rented room or trying to catch some sleep on crates in alleys, felt cowardly and like a complete failure. Anyone who left the order, even it was voluntary, could feel this way at times.
However, Tempest’s kind, almost caring attitude towards her made her smiling lightly, blushing at compliment. Shamira mumbled a small, “Thank you,” allowing the white haired woman to continue to speak.
While she gave the general gist of the Order of Fire, her eyes fixed on the instructor as she listened intently. From how it was described, the Order of Fire seemed to be everything Shamira had wanted. A true order between light and dark, while achieving what the Jedi attempted to with nothing holding them back. It spoke to the Togruta. While the Order was home, and she felt terrible leaving it at the time, it had felt good to shrug off the chains that held her back daily. If what Tempest was saying was true, offering discipline, code, and efficiency, it was what Shamira wanted.
It took her a moment to gather her thoughts, then spoke in the most clear voice she could muster. “I want everything you are offering. I’m nothing special, Tempest. But I’ll work hard, daily, hourly, whatever it takes to prove myself. I want to be a part of the Order of Fire. If you will take me.” She licked her lips, lightly, nervously awaiting her answer.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Shamira Karuto"]
“That is all I ask, Shamira. We ask for your loyalty, your hard work and above all your trust. All these things will be repaid in kind by us.”

Tempest say still for a moment, and then leaned forward. “Our main training facility is on this very station. If you wanted I could take you down there and get you a room now. We’ll begin our training tomorrow. You’re not the only former Jedi here, so I think you’ll fit in well.”

She stood and offered a hand to the Togruta, both to help her up, and to shake. “Welcome aboard, Shamira. If you ever have any questions do not hesitate to ask.”

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[member="Tempest"]


“I wouldn’t ask for anything else, at all. I just want to be part of a community that honors that. All those things. And I will offer all of myself to the best of my ability.” The Togruta grinned wide, proudly as she said the words, knowing them to be completely true.
Her ‘eyebrows’ raised at the prospect of getting to train so quickly. Not only that, but being offered a place in their training and facility. It hadn’t been an hour since she walked into the Ashira’s Light, and already she was being offered a place. Her grin widened in happiness, showing off how her nervousness had quickly been changed to excitement by Tempest’s words.
Standing as well, she took the woman’s hand and shook her hand solidly. Her smile began to fade lightly as a potential problem rose in her mind. Silver-blue eyes flicked down to her belt, where the hilt of her lightsaber swung lightly from her belt. Easily Shamira’s most prized possession, having took over a week to perfectly craft it to fit her hand in combat.
“Tempest..my lightsaber. Would I have to give it up? I want to be part of the Order. Desperately. But..I don’t know if I can give it up.” Biting her lip, she cast a nervous glance up at the taller white haired woman. If this was resolved, there would be nothing holding her back from joining. If it came down to it, she supposed she could give it up, but would definitely rather not.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Shamira Karuto"]
Tempest shook her head. “I would never ask you to give up your weapon. It’s made by you, part of you.”

She produced her own, single orange bladed lightsabre and offered for the girl to hold it. It had little ornamentation save for some tribal symbols inscribed on the hilt and barrel. Some of them had worn down from use over the years or from repairs, but it was distinctively unique.
“I made that fourteen years ago now, when I first joined Firemane. I would never want it taken off me, so I wouldn’t ask you to do that either.”

She hung her weapon at her side again. “Come, I’ll show you to the barracks, and we’ll get you sworn in.”

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[member="Tempest"]


The Togruta couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief after her question was answered, her smile once again returning fully. Any nervousness, reservations she had about joining this seemingly mysterious Order had disappeared after talking to Tempest. She had been able to quell any and all questions and concerns the young jedi had, leaving her with nothing else but anticipation to join.
Taking Tempest’s lightsaber in her hands, she experimentally gave it a small twirl, enjoying the weight of the hilt as she moved it around lightly. She stopped to examine the actual hilt, eyes gleaming over the intricate markings and tribal markings that adorned it. There was no doubt, to even the most casual observer, that this was a weapon made with pure love and caring. The hilt was definitely a true look into Tempest.
Shamira retuned the hilt back to the woman promptly, nodding at her suggestion. “I can’t wait. This whole thing. You, the order, this station, everything, has me…eager to begin my training once again. It’s a purpose, and something to fill me need for one fully. I haven’t had one for a while now, and I believe this could be it.” Grinning widely up at Tempest, she awaited her direction on how to get to the barracks.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Shamira Karuto"]
The Ashira’s Light had an internal tram system which connected the vast station. Thus, it was only a single stop from where they were to where another turbolift would take them down to the lower areas of the station.
Here, after swiping a keycard, Tempest led Shamira into the Order of Fire’s heart. Training rooms, barracks, mess halls and an armoury made up this area of the station.
Though there was a lot of grey and polished metal in view, there was a spectacular window filling the mess room, now facing open space. Various Order of Fire symbols and propaganda posters hung from the wall.
One of them depicted a stylised Stormtrooper being crushed by a heroic woman in the robes of the Fire Order. Another showed Siobhan Kerrigan pointing dramatically at the reader declaring ‘Auntie Sio Wants You!’

“This is where you’ll be staying whilst you’re training. During your free time you can freely come and go to the rest of the station.”

The barracks rooms were quite small, with two beds to a room with a small bathroom attached.
“You currently aren’t sharing with anyone, but that might change at any time, so don’t get too used to the space!” Tempest joked.

At the small table and chair set in the room she laid out some documents for Shamira to sign. It included a confidentiality agreement, a code of conduct, a section for next of kin and a payment slip where Shamira could fill in her bank account for her pay.

“If you’d like some time to look those over there’s no rush to sign. It’s all fairly standard.”

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[member="Tempest"]

Entering the Order of Fire’s den of training immediately greeted Shamira with a glass case full of propaganda posters. One of a woman, dressed head to toe in armor, vanquishing a Stormtrooper, caught her eye instantly. It made her stop and begin to observe the rest of the propaganda hanging in the case. It wasn’t until she heard Tempest not stop, continuing down the hall, that the younger Togruta quickly hurried after her, boots hitting the metal solidly.
When one hears the word barracks, images of massive amounts of bunkbeds spread wall to wall come to mind. However, when Tempest opened what was to be her barracks and she walked in, Shamira was presently surprised to see a small room, with only two beds, each on opposite sides of the room. A small closet and a desk also adorned the room, with a two person bathroom attached. For what the Togruta was expecting, the room was a wonderful surprise and immediately brought a smile to her face. “Don’t worry. I’ll just enjoy it while I can. It’s nice to have my own room.”
Shamira watched as Tempest laid out documents for her to sign and fill out, to which she quickly walked over and began to. The first three were easy enough, a standard confidentiality agreement, code of conduct that basically went over everything the white haired woman had mentioned beforehand, and a next of kin, which made Shamira frown lightly at, before sighing and just putting her father. Though she doubted he would care much that she was hurt outside of the Jedi Order, having expressed his discontent as soon as he heard of her decision.
However, the Togruta frowned fully at the bank account form, sitting there for a few moments with a questioning look. She turned to Tempest, still frowning. “I am to be…paid? I don’t have a personal bank account. The Jedi never felt the need to give me one, and I didn’t go on a mission that required one of me.” Shamira shrugged lightly and moved the completed papers off to the side.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Shamira Karuto"]
“Of course you’ll be paid,” Tempest said. “Unlike the Jedi, we expect you to get some reward for risking life and limb,” she added with a trace of bitterness. Tempest had never been a Jedi, but she clearly had views about their methods.

“The pay is on a sliding scale depending on experience, rank, rewards and so on. However, food and board are included, so you don’t have any overheads to pay for. Firemane has a bank so we can just set you up an account and pay it into there.”

Tempest took the completed forms and rose. “I’ll leave you to get settled in. In half hour it will be lunch, so come back to the mess hall we passed through. I’ll have your starting outfit by then and we can get you started. Any questions?”

For reasons obscure to mention Tempest was extremely good at calculating people’s clothing size, height and weight.

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[member="Tempest"]


While the slight twinge of bitterness did surprise the little Togruta as Tempest spoke, she couldn’t help but grin in happiness at the words. She was right, after all. While risking life and limb for a cause could be nice, not being paid whatsoever or being compensated did get old. Not that she had needed money while in the Order, it did hit her pretty hard once she left. Having absolutely nothing saved up meant that she was living off of scraps for most of the time before she found herself at the Ashira’s Light.
The payment scale made sense enough, and Tempest’s kind hearted nature made her just continually smile, nodding affirmatively as she spoke. “I would appreciate that. Never had one, so I wouldn’t know how they effectively work. It would be nice having someone more experienced helping me with this.”
Shamira watched as the white haired woman stand, give her her next instructions, and walk out. The door slid closed behind her, leaving the former padawan alone by herself in the empty room. For a few moments, she sat still, attempting to take it all in. Slowly she stood, walking over to the bed slid against the wall. Quickly kicking off her boots, Shamira laid herself on the top layer of covers, attempting to get some sleep and rest for the rest of the day.
Promptly thirty minutes later, the Togruta was standing near the entrance of the mess hall. Her eyes looked around the room, where men and woman wearing brightly colored robes milled around or ate. No one resembling the Tempest, however, she could see, was here yet. Shamira crossed her arms, leaning against the wall and awaiting the arrival of her guide.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Shamira Karuto"]
Like a wraith, Tempest appeared behind her and laid a hand on Shamira’s shoulder.
“Shh, it’s just me. All your paperwork has been processed. Here is your robes. Initiates are to wear them when in here so we can tell who is who.”
The robes offered were shadowy grey with only flecks of red and orange.

“In battle of course we wear armour and more practical outfits, like this,” Tempest said, gesturing at her more casual attire. “There’s a set of these included too for training.”

She led Shamira over to a table where men and women of several species and ages sat. Shamira was not the youngest, though it was close with a Twi’lek boy.
“Group, this is Shamira. She will be messing with you whilst she gets settled in. Enjoy, be ready at 06:00 tomorrow for your first lesson.”

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[member="Tempest"]


The togruta eyes scanned around the room, enjoying the sounds and sights of a group, unified, eating together. She was incredibly thankful that she was going to be part of this, be part of /something/ again. A community, people to help support her again, without having to be alone on the streets and supporting herself, was something she deeply desired. And because of the Order of Fire, the padawan had found a new home.
Shamira had started to get impatient for Tempest to return, when a sudden hand gripping her shoulder made her squeak loudly. “Tempest!” She twirled around, looking up at the slightly smirking Mistress. Huffing lightly, Shamira allowed a smile to cross her face. It was obvious that the white haired woman hadn’t meant to make her jump, so she just let it go.
Taking a hold of the two pairs of clothing, one for formal events, and one for training. She looked over both pairs, grinning widely at receiving the gifts. Looking back up to Tempest, grin still wide on her face, she spoke in an extremely happy voice. “Thank you so much.”
The rest of the time with Tempest was brief, with her introducing Shamira with a new group, to which she would meekly reply every so often to conversation, before leaving the mess. The Togruta was able to keep the conversation going for a little while longer, before thanking the group. She proceeded to get a cup of coffee, then headed back to her room. While it was still early in the night, Shamira just wanted to change, drink her coffee, and sleep for a long time.
This was exactly what she did when the former jedi made it back to her room. Changed into a provided nightgown, sat in front of the computer, and drank her coffee while browsing the holonet. The semi-sweet liquid brought her to a drowsy state, and after finishing the cup, the Togruta crawled into bed, soon falling into a deep sleep.
---
Darkness. This was all that met Shamira’s eyes when she awoke, presumably in the middle of the night. And silence was all she heard. Leaning up from the soft bed, the former Jedi rubbed her eyes sleepily and slid her legs out of the under covers, leaning tiredly on her arms. Thoughts swarmed in her mind pertaining to the training in the morning. Was she ready? She assumed that people that she would be training with would be at her level, but wouldn’t she look like a fool? From what she had read, this Order focused a lot on elemental techniques, something the Togruta had never done. And just to boot, she hadn’t practiced her strength or dueling techniques in months.
Looking over at her clock, it reading 2:00a.m., she realized that, more than likely, attempting to get any more sleep would be futile. Especially with the worrying thoughts swarming in her mind. Pulling back the rest of her covers, the Togruta grabbed the military drags provided to her by Tempest, and quickly changed into it. Picking her lightsaber off of her nightstand, Shamira slid out of her room quietly, not wanting to wake any other trainees.
Tempest had shown her where the training room was, and even in the darkened hallways, it was not incredibly hard to find. She flicked on the florescent lighting, and walked over to a dueling droid. Kicking off her boots and grabbing a training saber, she turned on the droid and led it over to the dueling mat. Looking over the settings, Shamira turned the dial up to a safe level three of ten to get her warmed up, before assuming a Soresu stance, flipping on her blade and squaring up the droid. She allowed it to get a few swings in, slowly blocking, going through the motions, then stabbing forwards, gaining a clean hit on the droid. This little dance they did, block, block, stab, continued for a short while, enough so that Shamira began to break a small sweat.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Shamira Karuto"]
After dropping off the girl’s things Tempest had gone to her room. Sleep did not claim her quickly, but finally she dozed off.
The buzzing of her commlink woke her. Scrabbling for it, she picked it up and activated it.
“What?” she asked grumpily.
“Ma’am, switch to camera 22,” the security officer on the other end said.
Tempest got to her feet and went to a security console and brought up the camera. There she saw Shamira engaging in some drill.
“Shall I get someone to clear her out?” the technician asked.
“Hmm? No, let her be. She might wish you had once I get through basic training with her. Make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.”
Tempest briefly considered going down there, but put that aside. Shamira was preparing herself, which was good, but it was still 2:30am. Switching off the monitor, the Dahomian went back to sleep.

XXX

At 6am exactly Tempest entered the training room. She wasn’t sure what she’d find, but she did sense Shamira there.
“Getting some early practice in, hmm? Probably a good move. This won’t be easy, but if you work hard you will succeed.”

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[member="Tempest"]

Her warmup training continued for a short while, before she progressed to the next few exercises. Blaster bolt reflecting, multiple sword deflecting, mediation, her normal routine. But unlike when she usually did her normal routine and it left her only a bit breathless, the three months of non-training hindered that greatly, and Shamira was completely out of breath and sweating profusely at the end of the two hour workout.
The Togruta rubbed her eyes tiredly as she slumped up against a bunch of training mats in the corner. The droids were replaced in their original spots, while the training saber laid by her side. The clock on the wall of the training room read 5:30a.m., only thirty minutes before she was supposed to meet up with Tempest to begin her training. Trying to go to sleep would be futile by this point.
Shamira rubbed her eyes once more, her breathing beginning to return to normal. With thirty minutes to burn before her morning training, the Togruta ran the various options she had through her head before deciding to grab a quick bite to eat then be back in the room in time to train with Tempest. She reached out for her boots, slipped them on, put the training saber back in it’s place, and grabbed a clean, white towel while she walked out.
The facility was much more lively than it had been a few hours ago, but was still understandably quiet for this time of morning. The Togruta continually whipped her face with the towel as she walked into the mess hall. Not wanting to upset her stomach, or eat too much before training, she settled on a bottle of water and a bowl of Blumfruit. Taking both to the training room, she settled back against the stack of mats, plopping a few of the sweet, egg-shapped fruits into her mouth.
6:00a.m. rolled around soon enough, and the white haired fire mistress was promptly on time. Shamira stood from her sitting position, placing the bowl and empty bottle of water to the side before walking up and standing at attention in front of the woman. “Yes ma’am. I..I couldn’t sleep. Didn’t want to disappoint you this morning. Felt it would be best to get a little refreshing workout in before training. Don’t worry, I’m ready for the morning.” She grinned widely, placing both hands on the sides of her hips.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Shamira Karuto"]
“That’s the spirit, dear!” Tempest said encouragingly.

She extended her hand towards the training cupboard and a training lightsabre arced through the air and into her hand. Telekinesis was a neat trick, and helped enormously when it came to changing the holovid channels!

“I notice you were using Soresu before. That’s good. Defence keeps you alive. I’m of a more aggressive mindset personally, but for now it’s good for you to be able to protect yourself. Light up the training sabre and let me see your stance.”

Tempest assumed a position in front of Shamira and adopted the traditional Soresu opening stance, waiting for Shamira to mirror her.