For Honor
Her green lightsaber crackled loudly as she disengaged from [member="Romi Jade"]'s own vibrant blade. A strand of her hair fell from the meticulous and overengineered bun that sat atop her head and adhered itself to her sweaty brow. Morning light bore down on them from the floor to ceiling viewports. The view would have been breathtaking, if she had any breath left to take.
Many a morning had been started like this when Romi was on Corellia. Though Lisza herself would never be considered powerful enough to be a true Jedi, she held enough power and control over the Force to be considered at least a Jedi flunky and with the war with the Imperials looking to be more of a certainty than a possibility Romi had doubled down on teaching Lisza the basics and then some of "Jedi combat" and basic force powers.
She was wearing a black training bodysuit that was casually loose on her torso but tight to her legs and arms. The latest from one of Tandrando Arms' civilian athletic lines, they looked regal enough to be Jedi training robes, but sporty enough to look proper on the intergalactic sporting stage.
"Do you have to swing so hard? Its barely seven," she grumbled in between quick, shallow breaths. They were in a circular room that served as part of Lisza's office suite. In the center was a retractable holo table display and retractable chairs. She often used it for meetings with large groups or for presentations but when it wasn't in use Romi had seen it fit to make this their easily accessible training room.
Many a morning had been started like this when Romi was on Corellia. Though Lisza herself would never be considered powerful enough to be a true Jedi, she held enough power and control over the Force to be considered at least a Jedi flunky and with the war with the Imperials looking to be more of a certainty than a possibility Romi had doubled down on teaching Lisza the basics and then some of "Jedi combat" and basic force powers.
She was wearing a black training bodysuit that was casually loose on her torso but tight to her legs and arms. The latest from one of Tandrando Arms' civilian athletic lines, they looked regal enough to be Jedi training robes, but sporty enough to look proper on the intergalactic sporting stage.
"Do you have to swing so hard? Its barely seven," she grumbled in between quick, shallow breaths. They were in a circular room that served as part of Lisza's office suite. In the center was a retractable holo table display and retractable chairs. She often used it for meetings with large groups or for presentations but when it wasn't in use Romi had seen it fit to make this their easily accessible training room.
