Private Live Steel

[Corazona von Ascania]

Coruscant Jedi Temple
Training Room

A number of scenes had looped through Cora's mind after their failed mission to reclaim Tython. The dichotomy of Nulgath Zardai - from a terrifyingly competent eldritch horror turned into a crumpled husk - was one. Ashla only knows where or what he was now.

The still of Amelia von Sorenn as she brandished her vibroblade against the portal was another. Cora couldn't shake her steely expression from her mind, nor the strength she commanded by the very image of her presence.

"Thank you for agreeing to do this," she smiled, somewhat sheepishly to the other woman. The Jedi knight had to crane her neck a little further back in order to meet the Vampirika's eyes. "Dueling with vibroswords is common where I'm from. I often watched my brothers, but I wasn't allowed to learn."

She'd counted herself fortunate enough that her father had permitted her to learn traditional fencing, which translated decently to Form II. It was, perhaps, just at the cusp of appropriate ladylike behavior for the daughter of a viscount.

Cora tested the weight of the durasteel in her hand, giving it an experimental twirl. Its weight was more evenly distributed - a lightsaber's weight came solely from its grip.

"How have you fared since Tython?"

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Coruscant Jedi Temple
Training Room

The woman stood silently, listening quietly as her hands slipped up and grasped the helm that she wore. A soft hiss slipped out as the armor was depressurized and long tresses of silver-white hair slipped down over her shoulders, cascading down her back like a waterfall as she pulled the helm free. It was a strange feeling for her, having returned to the Jedi Temple and how frequently she'd found herself within its walls in the last few months. Much of the structure was still the same as it had been hundreds of years ago from what she remembered, though she didn't have the freedom to explore it then as she seemingly did now.

Tython... Despite everything that they had accomplished during that engagement, the Jedi taking hold of the Station and opening the Portal to the Alliance, preventing an outbreak of the Blackwing Virus; they had still lost. It seemed as though the fickle hand of fate had decided that the Galactic Alliance would not reclaim the Deep Core, and in that sense, there was bitterness. For many, those who had surged forward, those who had given their lives, the effort had been there, yet they could not find the means as to why they had been denied.

"It has been difficult..."

Amelia said as she stepped to the side, carefully setting the helm down on a small table as she stood up and stretched. Rolling her shoulders before she slowly rolled her head as she pivoted upon her hind foot to face the young woman once more. Golden-yellow hues met the Jedi's gaze, as she stepped forward, her hand coming to rest upon the hilt of the blade that sat on her hip.

"How much formal training have you had?"

She asked as she watched the young woman testing the weight of the blade in her hand. Amelia wanted to ensure that there was some basis to build upon, however, she wasn't sure just how much the young woman had been taught. She wasn't sure if the training in the Temple was still the same as it had been hundreds of years prior.

Corazona von Ascania​

​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora cocked her head to the side, a thoughtful frown crossing her face. She observed Amelia as she stretched, fascinated by her tall frame and the muscularity to her form. Most women on Ukatis did not reach such impressive stature, partially because of baseline human genetics, a partially out of cultural adherence.

"It has been difficult," she agreed and her frown deepened. Her blade had been held so close to the Sith's neck that she could see a pale blue glow against the underside of his chin. Whether or not she'd made the right decision to walk away, she was unsure.

The knight smiled, her thoughts shifting.

"With a blade like this? Almost none. My familiarity with physical swordplay begins and ends with fencing."

It wasn't much the same thing, but some of the movements and muscle groups used were similar. She gave the vibrosword another twirl, feeling how its weight felt at different angles.

"I've quite a bit of formal training with a lightsaber. Forms two and three, in particular."

Amelia's history with the Jedi was not well known to her, though she had recognized her name from accounts regarding the Confederacy. A power that had once overseen Ukatis from a distance until their influence waned from the galaxy.

"I suppose I'm trying to broaden my horizons. I've heard that you're particularly skilled in the art of swordplay."

Amelia von Sorenn