Foundation of Power (Open to OS and Prime)

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Deep below the surface, on the ocean world of Glee Anselm, lay Darth Pyrrhus' academy. The Sith Academy of Glee was a massive structure, located in an underwater cave. The building was carved out of the very cave walls. Within the unnatural structure, the Togruta now awaited students within a large training room. Space would not become an issue. Despite the planet the academy was located on, the majority of the students about to arrive were not Nautolans. To his knowledge, none of them were. Not only did they come from all over the One Sith empire, but now some came even from Primeval space, near the Tingel Arm. It was a joint-group training session, on the topic of lightsaber combat, open to acolytes of the One Sith and her allies.

Positioned at the centre of the room, nearby the wall on the opposite side of the entrance, Pyrrhus awaited them. The Togruta was dressed in the dark robes of the Sith, as per usual. His race was not a common sight, neither at the academy nor in the One Sith empire on a whole. His rust-red skin with its fierce white markings had him stand out in a crowd. His powerful frame, the combination of black upon red, added with the curved montrals made him quite the imposing figure.

The weapons they would be using were found on racks, placed beside him. They were not lightsabers, but blunt swords. Many had not earned the right to wield a lightsaber yet, and many claimed that right before they were ready. Pyrrhus would not suffer the weapon of a Sith disrespected. They were not yet Sith, merely Sith Hopeful. The blade he instead offered was made to copy the way it felt wielding a lightsaber, both in terms of weight and length. The blade was made with blunt edges, and was covered with the venom of the pelko bug. While it would not carve limbs cleanly off, like a lightsaber would, it was intended to mimic that ability as well. The venom would paralyze any area it hit. If someone were to strike an arm, the venom would take the arm out of action, and by that mimic the effect of limb loss without actually having to take the arm off. The pain would be significant, however.


[member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Nox"] [member="Trin Gravois"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Ukon Sarakasos"] [member="Zeth Var"] [member="Einar Shadowmane"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Dex Torture"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Isamu was woefully out of place. He was no acolyte, no hopeful. He wasn't even a force-user. He was but a man, one numb to the touch of the force. Then why would such a person come to learn the ancient art of Lightsaber combat? Education. As a general, he was destined to fight the enemies of the Sith: The Jedi. If he were to fight them, he would need to understand their instruments of battle.

Unlike many of the others coming here to learn, he did not feel entitled to a lightsaber. He didn’t feel like he was owed it. In truth, he did not even know if he would use one. What he did know was that such knowledge was powerful, and was worth learning, even if it would be difficult for him.

Isamu entered the training room. It seemed that he was the first to arrive. He inspected the room, noting the weapons on the wall. He stepped forward towards the Sith Lord. “Darth Pyrrhus” Isamu said, giving the Sith Lord a respectful bow of his head. Isamu may have been a general, but today he would be a student.

Isamu grasped the handle of the blunt sword, and took it from the wall. Outside of the blunt edge, it was very similar to his own sword. He took a few practice slashes. Its weight was very familiar. He practiced the parries he was taught. He may have been getting old, but his lifetime of experience using such weapons never left him. He, along with Darth Pyrrhus, waited for the hopefuls to arrive.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

 

[Rapax]

[member="Nox"] [member="Trin Gravois"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Ukon Sarakasos"] [member="Zeth Var"] [member="Einar Shadowmane"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Dex Torture"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"].

Naga walked into the training area He did his usual bow to Pyrrhus before walking over to the training weapons and looked at them before picking 2 swords before looking them over and did a few practices slashes to get used to the weight. They were not real blades but this was a training session so the paralytic poison on them will do he started doing practice attacks and parry's with the air while he waited.

 

[Belgerath]

Belgerath would arrive on time for when it was set to start, garbed as his usual peculiarly over dressed self, a simple black cloth tied over where most peoples eyes would be. He himself didn't feel like he had the 'right' to a lightsaber. He had the right to -earn- it. Such was his simple view point on the matter, as with most things. And, completely disregarding whether he had one or not, he knew he was not skilled enough to effectively use a lightsaber in battle. He could use one sure, but his abilities with such were sub-standard, and would probably get him killed quicker then him using his vibro-blade. Thus he was here.

When Belgerath walked into the room, he did a quick and proper bow to [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] , speaking in a neutral, yet respectful tone. "Darth Pyrrhus." He said, before raising his head and walking to the weapon stand. He pulled off his usual thick long coat, nodding to [member="Isamu Baelor"] before getting a sword, walking a few steps away and giving it a few experimental slashes with his right arm, then left, and doing a parry or two. "Mmm... Bit different from the one i am used to, but it'll work." He said to himself, before walking back to beside the stand and waiting for everyone else to arrive. Under the light long coat he wore tight fitting, black robes.

Though Belgerath found it more then a bit odd that the Isamu was here, he didn't ask any questions, figuring he was here to just see how Sith fought with lightsabers and the like. Not surprising, considering it was a pretty common thing for non-force users to be interested about in his knowledge.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]' apprentice was no stranger to his Academy deep in the waters of Glee Anselm. He had trained with his master here. He had constructed his first lightsaber here. It would appear that now, Pyrrhus was inviting more guests for training.

The young man, Mullarus, trekked through the dark corridors, occasionally glancing out the windows at the dimly-lit underwater cave the Academy was built inside. Eventually, he reached the room he found his master waiting in.

"Master" Mullarus said, giving the togruta a polite bow.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

As a Sith Knight, Darth Azurea also held a place at the impressive Glee Anselm Academy to tutor apprentices and acolytes alike when she wasn’t spending time on Korriban, setting up some political arrangements at the Sith Academy there.

The former Jedi was on the premises to help her own Master Pyrrhus, mostly with crowd control. Though she had no doubt as a Sith Lord he would likely be able to spar with a few acolytes at once, the rage and temperamental nature of training made it likely for either of them to get wounded in the process. War was around the corner as usual, and despite the Togruta’s Knight’s confidence and bravado, she did not want him to get seriously injured before an important battle.

She wouldn’t say this to him aloud and had come to assist with the training as a chance to show moral support and to also spend some time with him after a few weeks isolated on Korriban. Even side by side training with him and watching both their apprentices advance was worth the wait.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Dex Torture"]

 

[Dex Torture]

Dex was taken back at the sight of the academy. The cavern gave a peaceful, serene, soothing feeling as the refection of the water danced along the walls, and the calming sound of water sloshing about echoed throughout the area.

After carefully looking over the other participants, the promising acolyte stood firm before his master "I'm ready for whatever challenges awaits me" as he spoke his eyes remained locked to with the large, intimidating sith lord [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]. It was his first time physically meeting the Togruta Sith, but he had heard plenty about him from his own master [member="Darth Azurea"], but as they all stood there he watched as she stared at him, the change of pitch in her voice as she spoke to him, he could hear the increase in her heart rate, they were all signs that she carried feelings for him, but his mind warned him that he probably shouldn't read his master, that's if he knew what was good for him.

The young firrerreo looked over the spread of weaponry for many minutes before his he finally decided which weapon he perfered. "Do I have to use a sword? I'm more comfortable with this." he asked as he held up what looking like a spare metal rod for the sword rack there was no blade, but it was the closes thing to his saberstaff than any of the other weapons!

[member="Mullarus"] [member="Naga Itesak"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

The atmosphere was always humid in the Glee Anselm Academy. It couldn’t be helped since the building was underwater. Heating and cooling tended to be unpredictable, and there was a distinct and unsettling pressure in the air. Uncomfortable circumstances will make the training more meaningful, thought Darth Azurea. She wondered if that was an intentional part of the design, engineered by Pyrrhus,,or just a by-product of the Nautolan water-world. She supposed the Nautolans, however, felt right at home.

Azurea approached her apprentice to help him pick out a weapon.

“Good choice,” she said. “The staff works well for Shii-Cho which is what you will learn today.”

She took one of the two-handed practice swords and demonstrated the long sweeping arcs which were the hallmark of Form One. She talked while she did this: “This style is excellent for one on one duels and against select front-line troops.”

“But eventually you’ll want to mix this up with Soresu for defense.”

She put the sword back into the rack and inspected Apprentice Torture’s staff with her slender, pale fingers. Out of the corner of her eye, she stole a glance at [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] to see if he was either watching or listening to her explanation. Of course, she was still a student herself, always eager to please her own Master.

“You are also vulnerable to an attack from behind, engineered to knock you off balance by hitting the back of the staff. Just be on the lookout for that today and you’ll do fine.”

Azurea was a fierce opponent but her training style was fairly no-nonsense with a bit of encouragement. Eventually she would spar with the firrerreo, but he needed to learn a few more things before he was ready for that.

“Also Apprentice Torture, make sure while you’re fighting your using your emotions to give you a boost. The Dark Side of the Force feeds off of rage, hubris… anger. Tap into that during certain moments and you'll notice a difference in your power. But use it sparingly as it drains your stamina."

[member="Dex Torture"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Isamu Baelor"]

 

[Shaddi]

He entered just as [member="Darth Azurea"] seemed to be explaining something to an acolyte. His mask covering his face and his armor making him seem like an untrained force sensitive to others. With a calm and steady steps he moved passed most of the other acolytes and initiates and headed straight for [member="Darth Pyrrhus"], bowing before the sith lord as he was in conversational distance. "Greetings Lord Pyrrhus, I must admit this is my first time inside your academy and all in all I'm quite impressed by what you have built." He said though his tone was so calm it was bordering on apathy and he emanated a cool and calculating presence. His mask obscured his voice, making it darker, deeper and more electronic at some points.
Looking over the students he focused his sight on [member="Isamu Baelor"], a non force user but by his reputation he was known to Erebos. He had been there when the rebels attacked Coruscant and had been just outside the temple as Erebos himself was fighting inside it, his handle on the situation had made the day less costly than it could have been.
[member="Mullarus"], [member="Dex Torture"] & [member="Belgerath"] he knew next to nothing about but [member="Naga Itesak"] He knew of through a very short meeting when Erebos was searching for an apprentice, a position he sadly found was still not filled. "Might I inquire as to what this lesson you've made here is centered around?" He then said as he had simply heard Phyrrhus had a lesson going on but he had missed what it was about.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

The acolytes flocked in through the entrance, one by one. It would seem there were a fair few interested in learning the ways of the blade under the Togruta. Some were familiar faces, some were not. Today, he would acquaint himself with all of them. After the session was over, he assumed he would forget half. It was entirely up to them which ones failed to catch his attention.

Already there was one of the acolytes who stood out. This was mostly due to the fact that he was no acolyte at all. [member="Isamu Baelor"]. Pyrrhus didn't know the face, but he had heard of the name. He was a general in the One Sith army. Recently promoted as well, was he not? Pyrrhus was aware of his arrival. It was unlikely for the general to suddenly appear in a training session for the acolytes of any Sith Academy without warning. It was not so much about wanting permission, as it was to avoid any awkward situations of being thrown out. Or so Pyrrhus assumed. When the general greeted him, the Togruta Lord returned with a similarly respectful nod of the head. "General." Most of the others had not yet earned this respect from Pyrrhus.

More acolytes flooded through, picking their weapons and practicing with a few slashes, testing the weight of the weapon. A hint of a smirk appeared on the corner of his lips as his apprentice, [member="Mullarus"] entered. "Apprentice." Pyrrhus returned in an expectant tone, that while relaxed also managed to convey an unspoken warning that he better excel today. He had far more to lose than any other acolyte here, if only because Pyrrhus would always expect more from Mullarus than any other.

Of course, there was also [member="Darth Azurea"]. With her organizing her affairs on Korriban, it had been a while since he had seen her. Her presence was always a welcome one. As his senior apprentice, she was in the position to offer her input and guide the other acolytes in the training. Another pair of eyes to examine and push the hopeful to excellence. Although her role was closer to the tutor than the student, she would be foolish to think she would not also be tested on some level. She had even brought along her own apprentice. It remained to be seen whether her apprentice would suffer the pain of being broken. Already a plan formed in the back of his mind, a game for later. Azurea would only have herself to blame if she didn't approve, it was she who decided to bring her apprentice out in the open. Naturally he would not be able to hide away from scrutiny. Though he was unfamiliar with [member="Belgerath"] and [member="Naga Itesak"], to his knowledge, the only apprentices who currently had a master were [member="Dex Torture"] and his own [member="Mullarus"].

Azurea seemed to have her own apprentice and his questions covered, so Pyrrhus let it be. He was of course free to select whichever weapon he desired. He would find that even the staff was coated by the pelko venom, so he would not miss out on its effect.

They had finally reached the point where they were ready to start. If more showed up, they would just have to find their place. Pyrrhus would wait for no one. He would not pander to them, and he would not care to hear any of their excuses. He viewed it as the task of the acolyte to find him- or herself present in situations where useful information was imparted. If failing that meant they missed out and allowed others to surpass them, well, so be it. "We begin" and with those two words he drew the attention of the room, at least if the room knew what was good for it.

"Shii-Cho. Form I, and the foundation upon which the rest of your knowledge will be built. Master the basics, and you will always have something to fall back on. The form utilizes wide, sweeping motions. It seeks to cut off the opponent's angles. While forms like Makashi excels in one-on-one scenarios, Shii-Cho is better suited to fight off numerous adversaries. Form I fosters an emotionally heated mindset. To this, the Jedi say restraint. I say release. The form's simplistic and raw swordplay makes it ideal for any darksider. Allow the fire of anger to consume you and slay your foe with the power of your hatred."

"Darth Azurea will now demonstrate the form's stance, basic attack and parry sequences. You will repeat after her. Engrain them into your minds, practice them until they become instinctive reflexes rather than specific moves you have to bring out from memory." And with that he leaned back, overlooking the room, awaiting it to fall into action after Azurea had performed her demonstration. This was the introductory phase. While it was important to explain the basics, understand the theory, he was always eager to get through this part as quick as possible.

[member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Nox"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Ukon Sarakasos"] [member="Zeth Var"] [member="Einar Shadowmane"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Dex Torture"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Tying her hair back into a ponytail, Darth Azurea, dressed in her loose-fitting training armor, grasped a shorter, finer sword this time, removing it out of its place from the rack on the moss-covered, stone wall.

Silently moving into the opening Ideal Form I position, with one hand, she held the sword horizontal to her body and then, clutching it with both hands, she swung in a long arc outward. The Sith Knight stepped forward, and in her next move, she swung the sword in a high, vertical arc above her right shoulder, and then down again, effectively displaying the wide, sweeping motions that Darth Pyrrhus had explained just moments ago. This was repeated in a series of slashes and mock parries for a few minutes.

Azurea finished her demonstration with two of the hallmark moves of Shii-Cho, the Disarming Sweep, intended to, as its namesake described, disarm an opponent, and the Saarlac Sweep, which could cut through a line of stationary enemies.


[member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Nox"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Ukon Sarakasos"] [member="Zeth Var"] [member="Einar Shadowmane"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Dex Torture"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

 

[Shaddi]

With a bow of respect Erebos moved away from [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] and moved to stand behind the acolytes. He was proficient with the form already but a little training never hurt and with an outstretched hand he pulled one of the training sabers to his hand and held it in an upwards angle away from him. 'The weight feels just a bit off.. one can't expect to recreate a full lightsabers weight form something that in essence wasn't one.
He stared at [member="Darth Azurea"] as she demonstrated the form to the others and noted one or two moves he was unfamiliar with and mentally archived them with the rest of the form's move sets in his memory. His hand felt empty without his own lightsaber in it when he held the training sword in his hand. His own hung at his hip but he knew better than to insult a lord by pulling it out in the middle of a training session.

[member="Dex Torture"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Isamu Baelor"]

 

[Rapax]

Naga after seeing what Azurea did walked up with his blade and repeated what she saw, It was a little sloppy at first but naga quickly managed to smooth it out he mimicked every swing and parry that Azurea did even mimicked the disarming sweep and then the Sarlaac sweep he kept practicing it over and over until it was ingrained in his mind and came as second nature to him. He hoped to test this on one of the apprentices assembled here to test it against another live opponent and see how that works.



[member="Nox"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Ukon Sarakasos"] [member="Zeth Var"] [member="Einar Shadowmane"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Dex Torture"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"][member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus leaned against the wall near the rack of wooden weapons, watching [member="Darth Azurea"] demonstrate. Sure, he was still an apprentice, but Form I was his most practiced form. It was simple. He felt ready to learn more than just Shii-Cho and the Force-forsaken Soresu that [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] has taught him. He understood it's importance, but he didn't have to like it.

His dark blue eyes observed Azurea's arms and wrists, watching them bend and twist to get the most momentum and speed out of every wide sweep. He visualized himself doing the same. Since he was already mostly proficient with Form I, he decided to change things a bit. He reached over on the mossy rack and took up a much larger sword, with a wider crossguard, longer hilt, and longer blade. It was like a greatsword. Mullarus tested it's weight, noting it, and practiced using the familiar Shii-Cho sweeps with it. With the weapon's increased length and weight, it covered a wide area and would probably hurt a lot more, save that it might take a bit longer to get the swing going than a regular-sized one.

I like it, he thought as he practiced with the larger weapon, Perhaps my next lightsaber will be similar in size... It would be a rarer design, but he had seen it before in holocrons. They were crossguard lightsabers. Like lightsaber greatswords. It would take much more practice with a large weapon like this one to be able to master an exotic weapon such as that one.

But Mullarus had let his mind wander enough. He continued to focus on practicing Shii-Cho, occasionally glancing at Azurea to make sure he was not missing anything new.

 

[Belgerath]

When [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] called for it to begin, Belgerath stepped forward from where he had been standing beside the weapon rack, moving forward sword in hand onto the training floor.

He was already reasonably knowledge and roughly practiced in the basics of Shii-Cho, though the fact that he was only roughly practiced would be shown in his movements. He kept in time with [member="Darth Azurea"] but it was more jerky, and not as smooth, lacking grace. He did however pull off the moves of Disarming Sweep, and Saarlac Sweep with a good degree of precision. Even if it lacked grace, his movements were precise and not wild, though it still needed to be refined in a way only life and death combat can.

[member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Dex Torture"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Isamu Baelor"]

 

[Dex Torture]

The sweeping motions of form I flowed effortlessly through the staff, the long and high motions were the specialty of saberstaff users so Dex assumed he was a little more comfortable than a few of the other participants.

The Disarming Sweep was extremely effective if mastered, but if not performed correctly Dex imagined it could leave you completely open for an counter attack, but the Saarlac Sweep imprinted quickly into his memory. "Thank you Master, this can prove as a very useful technique" Dex assured [member="Darth Azurea"] while shooting a quick glance over to [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] very own apprentice Mullarus.

The young acolytes had met before and a battle of skill had almost insured but by default of a hologram the clash was avoided, but now as they stood in the same room again tension was rising.

Dex smirked mischievously, his plan already formulated but his actions would have to be discreet, even though deception and violence were apart of being a true sith, there were still rules and regulations that had to be upheld as well as and most importantly respecting the ranking system, disrespecting a master by interrupting a lesson or disobeying an order could lead to a quick death.

"So aside from my own master and Lord Pyrrhus, there's also a general of the One sith here as well" accounted dex while eyeing [member="Darth Erebos"], he was mysterious that was for sure, the young firerreo would keep his eyes on him he could learn something from him, possibly.

Dex attempted a Saarlac sweep and "Accidentally" lost his grip of the rod it flew towards acolyte mullarus, twirling wildly in the air and then abruptly stopping as dex force pulled it back to hand, hopefully tossing a few droplets of venom off of the staff on the Darth's apprentice, but most certainly grabbing his attention. The game was on!

[member="Naga Itesak"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus never really understood that 'I have a bad feeling about this' feeling, nor the 'I sense a disturbance in the Force'. However, he swore he could feel...something wrong now. Perhaps it was while he was practicing and he felt a few droplets of some liquid, probably just sweat, land on the back of his robe. Upon turning around, he noticed a wooden staff spinning wildly back into the palm of [member="Dex Torture"], Azurea's apprentice.

Apprentice Torture could either be a friend to Mullarus or competition. Mullarus wasn't, by any means, trying to make enemies. To him, Dex was to be respected for holding his own against the skilled holocron in the Slave Pits of Lorrd. For such a raw acolyte, the young man was already quite talented with a saberstaff, which was rare among acolytes from what Mullarus had seen. He had hoped to make an ally, possibly even a friend, out of the apprentice to Azurea.

Whatever Mullarus had seen was probably just an accident. This was training, after all, and only a fool would try to purposely harm another acolyte in the eyesight of three Sith Lords, one being the founder of the very Academy they trained in, one a General, and the other his own master.

Still, his fellow apprentice had gained his attention now. He faced Azurea, still, focusing on her movements, but kept Torture in his perephrial vision. Perhaps he could learn something about the technique of a saberstaff wielder.


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[Shaddi]

Darth Erebos followed the movements carefully as Azurea showed them. Moving his hands and getting the hang of the disarming strike better than the saarlac sweep but he had a good grip on the strikes from even before the training now it was simply a better grip. He moved in slow deliberate movements at first and then began moving faster and faster, until finally he was at the point of force assisted body strength, speed, balance and agility as he moved to perfect the moves in the type of strain the form would be used in.
As he saw Apprentice Torture's little "Challenge" towards Apprentice Mullarus, a small smirk forming under his mask as he watched the apprentice try and get his own little rivalry going on. It was cute in it's own way, but still given the place they were at, the situation as a whole it was well.... to be sure idiotic.

[member="Dex Torture"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Isamu Baelor]

[SIZE=11pt]Isamu watched intently as Darth Azurea demonstrated the technique. He took note of her form, of where she placed her feet, and how she swung the weapon. When she was finished, it was their turn to practice. Some were sloppy, some proficient, but none had the training of Isamu. A lifetime of experience guided his hands. It moved his body. Each swing of the sword was completely controlled. Each sweep was effortless. The sword acted like a natural extension of his being.

He had learned how to handle a sword in the academy. The technique was different to that being taught here, but not enough that it would be alien. These moves weren’t exciting, or flashy, but they were the beginning of a solid foundation. One that would be built on.

From the corner of his eye, Isamu saw the accident. “There’s always one…” he thought. This wasn’t a classroom. There was no place for childish antics. If Isamu were in charge, such behaviour would be rewarded with a back-hand and a split-lip. Woe to the student, however, if Darth Pyrrhus saw.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Belgerath"] [member="Dex Torture"][/SIZE]

 

[Valens]

As Valens made his way through the immense Sith Academy, he did not stop to savor and wonder at the magnificent architecture, nor the sheer size of the underwater fortress. He didn't want to be here in the first place, and he would've been anywhere else had he had his way. But Sith bureaucracy dictated he attend this "jamboree", and so he would dutifully attend. Some day he wouldn't need to heed such trivial orders as this one.

Making his way towards the training group, he noticed they were already up and practicing with wooden sticks. It appeared he was late. Oh well. He spotted [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] and gave a quick nod of the head-- the only courtesy he felt giving today. He shook his head in irritation as he watched the group prance around, waving their sticks around at imaginary foes. Valens took a seat on the bench beside the group and crossed his legs. He would wait until they began real sparring.

[member="Darth Azurea"] ; [member="Isamu Baelor"]