Mourning

[Jak Skirata]

Yavin IV. It was a place that Davin was finding his time spent more and more often. Focusing on honing his skills in the air and when it came to control over the Force. Control over his body, applications of telekinesis, weapons training, all of these were what he spent his time building upon. With his eyes blinded with a dark cloth he listened for the harsh crackle of the electrostaves the training droids made use of. Exhaling slowly as the droids began to circle him, he focused, the heated room causing his still body to sweat.

He heard the rumble as an electrostaff made its way to his thigh. Instinct took over, or maybe it was the Force that guided his hand, and he flourished his bev'kal, the beskar quarterstaff like a paintbrush in a master's hand. The staff deflected the droid's and spun as Davin stepped confidently forward. Around his back it went, coming down hard on the droid's knee joint, smashing it to pieces.

The other two droids came at him now, twirling their weapons in an attempt to overload his hearing. But it wasn't his ears that kept him ahead of his enemies...

 

[Jak Skirata]

When his brother was killed in the invasion of Empress Teta he had felt as if a hole had been punched into his chest. While he mourned in solitary silence, Illyria had consolidated the clan. Her strength had always impressed him. Her prowess in combat and control over the Force was awe inspiring to say the least, and those stoic eyes that seemed to stare into your very soul...

Clang! Bzzt! Spuew!

Had he been selfish to take so much time for himself? He was still taking time for himself, even now as he threw himself into his training. But what else could he do? Azrael was Mand'alor, the Protectors were strengthening the planet's defenses, Strider's Red Legion patrolled the Mandalorian territories and the rest prepared for the Sith to kick back, or for another chance to scorch them to the ground. And what was the brother of The Architect doing? Beating on droids.

His wet feet slapped against the permacrete tiles as his chest heaved, as he sucked in the heated air of the hot room. The droids had him backing up now. Cursing under his breath, he swept his staff at their feet, sending them into the air for a split second, and blasted them with the Force, sending them towards the center of the room.

Force usage detected. Ending Simulation.

Sucking his teeth he stood as the room became cooler and tossed his weapon to the ground. Gripping a water bottle across the room with the Force and bringing it to his hand to drink he paused.

He was still in mourning.