The headgear was only just beginning to still again after
Jem Fossk
's emotional outburst. By the time the other Jedi slinked in and selected the equipment they'd use to train, the room looked untouched. Save for one or two helmets that had tipped over awkwardly.
"Heh." Ishida exhaled through her teeth at the descriptors Jem offered of the two other trainers she had at the ready. Ishida had negative feelings for both, Solipsis was obviously
worse but Dagon's affinity for corralling and cultivating Sithspawn was a dangerous game as well. One of overconfidence.
"Let's." She agreed and pointed with her chin in the direction of the more appropriate sparring rooms. The chamber they were in now was more appropriate for individual practice. It was a few paces away, past the stalls where other Jedi worked their handiwork with helmets on.
The room Ishida finally stopped at was all white and carved out with a gentle slope that merged into the walls. A circular space designed to force two (or more) contestants to focus on one another. There were no distracting colours or obstacles to draw attention away from the fight. No environmental advantages to be had –– only the hunters and the prey.
Unless, of course, someone decided to interfere with the settings and introduce such distractions. The entire composition of the room was isolated from the rest of Prosperity's atmosphere. Pressure could be raised, gravity could be eliminated, the walls could superheat, beams could drop and rise..but for now, the room was pristine.
"How realistic do you want to make this? Any preferred settings?"
