Private Holding Ground.

[Serina Calis]

Holding Ground.
Location: Dromund Kaas
Objective: Halberd practice.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Allyson Locke

Perfection is a product of discipline. The way a stance holds its ground becomes the way a soul does. But even the strongest foundations may crack, when the unexpected knocks at the door.​

In the depths of the abandoned warehouse on Dromund Kaas, shadows and silence reigned supreme. Serina stood alone amid vast, empty spaces where every echo of her measured steps seemed to underscore a quiet truth she only had begun to realize now: mastery began with the fundamentals. The crumbling concrete floor bore witness to each precise placement of her feet, a ritual of balance and discipline that anchored her even as her mind wandered through the labyrinth of past lessons and unspoken doubts.

With the weight of her halberd steady in her grip—a tool she had wielded through countless trials—Serina focused on the basic positioning that had once been dismissed by those chasing flashy, advanced techniques. Yet, she knew better. Each stance, each subtle adjustment of her posture, was a conversation with herself. "Control comes from clarity," she mused silently, her eyes following the intricate patterns of light and shadow dancing on the worn surface beneath her feet. Here, in the solitude of decay and darkness, the elegance of a well-practiced position resonated deeper than any complex maneuver ever could.

Every movement was deliberate. She pivoted on the ball of her foot, aligned her shoulders with the gravity of her stance, and let the rhythm of her breathing guide her through a series of standard postures. It was not about the flashy arcs of her blade or the reputation of her halberd—it was about the purity of form, the quiet poetry of technique honed through relentless repetition. As she shifted through these positions, the memory of her Jenn Kryze 's voice drifted in her mind: "You learned your craft well"

"In another life, you would have made a far better Ersansyr than me. A skilled temptress, greedy for more, skilled with speechcraft."

Serina Calis ever the perfectionist, would not just settle for the title of temptress. Fear and love are needed in equal measure and she would ensure a thousand titles were carried with her name.

Her thoughts turned introspective as she recalled days when the allure of advanced techniques had blinded her to the simple truth that every extraordinary maneuver was built upon a solid foundation. "Without the basics, the art falls apart," she reminded herself. The feeling was almost meditative, a calm in the eye of the storm that often raged within her. In the abandoned stillness of the warehouse, her practice was less about preparing for the next fight and more about forging an inner strength that could only be attained by revisiting the elemental truths of her craft.

Of course, getting some revenge on Jenn Kryze wouldn't hurt, either.

As the minutes slipped by, the soft scrape of her boots against the dusty floor and the occasional groan of the old structure provided a rhythmic counterpoint to her internal dialogue. Each deliberate pivot, each measured extension, echoed the philosophy that had always guided her: that true skill was not merely about mastering the complex, but also about cherishing the simple, repeated truths of positioning. In the interplay between movement and stillness, Serina discovered a rare clarity—a steady focus that transcended the need for elaborate technique, grounding her in the here and now. In this, she found not only a technique but a philosophy—a reminder that even in the relentless pursuit of power, there was unmatched beauty in the simplicity of the fundamentals.

And so, under the dim, flickering light that filtered through shattered windows, Serina continued her practice. Each movement was a silent vow to herself, a commitment to the art of discipline that would carry her through the darkest of battles and the most intricate of schemes. In the solitude of that abandoned warehouse on Dromund Kaas, she was a student—ever learning, ever perfecting the foundational steps that had, and always would, define her legacy.