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Searching for a Teacher

Beth stood outside of her ship, the Vigilant Envoy, as she peered towards Mandalore. It always made her feel small when she could actually see her home. Whether in orbit, or on Concord Dawn, it really put things into perspective. There was a great big galaxy and she was but a small dust in the grand schemes of things. But man, was everything just so beautiful from here. Her eyes moved towards the small town – the home place of Clan Gred.

She was visiting Clan Gred for one main reason – combat training, and maybe some Force training too. How did she manage to get herself into such training? Well, she was chatting with a guard, who said what Clan Gred specialized… And then, she was here on an offer to be taught. Her last personal trainer pushed a bit too hard, though. Her Eldorai blood in her made her skin sensitive, her pain tolerance was… Pretty bad. She tried to stay out of any physical confrontations due to this but she knew she would eventually have to be inside a close combat range. And she needed to be able to defend herself.

Beth was not in her beskar’gam but it was carefully packed in a suitcase she had brought. She wasn’t sure if she would be wearing it during the first lessons or not, so she chose to wear comfortable attire of jeans, a gray shirt, and a black jacket. Simple, easy, and easily changeable. It would be easy enough to put the beskar'gam on if she needed to, anyway. Plus, she preferred traveling in more comfortable clothes than armor.

In either case, the young woman took a deep breath as she began to head towards the address given. It was morning, so the temperature was comfortable. She took a deep breath as she came up to the door to the house she was directed too. She had never met this individual but she had heard her mom talk about him a couple times. Time would tell if they would get along or not.

[member="Mig Gred"]
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Mig yawned, lifting his head from his pillow before getting ready for the day. The Alor had quickly begun to put on his armor, and picked up his Trayc'kad. As usual he did a quick run down of the weapon, ensuring everything was good to go. He quickly cleaned the blaster and lightsaber components before slipping the blade onto his back. He could hear the roar of a couple of engines for different craft. One set he recognized as one of the clan's privet vessels, the other set he really didn't know. This peaked Mig's interest, as it wasn't often that the clan would get guests.

The mando'ad'jetii figured that if he was needed he'd hear about it, but was soon answered by hearing a knock on the door. Mig got up and walked to the door, but he could feel something. A strong lightside presence. Interesting. Once he opened it, he was surprised to see a woman on the other side. She had blonde hair, and was only a bit shorter than him. She didn't have armor either. What stood out appearance wise to him was her pointed ears, Eldorai perhaps, but he could also tell she was the source of the Force he was sensing. The alor, after giving the woman a quick look threw his visor, finally spoke up.

"Well, I can honestly say your the first visitor hear in a long time, especially not one with such a strong connection to the Force." The Mandalorian sounded quite confident as he spoke, though he was still pretty surprised. "So, may I ask you what your name is?"

[member="Beth Cadera"]
 
She waited for the door to open patiently – although, she did almost start whistling and quickly stopped that! She had no idea who the person was except for some general details. [member=Mig Gred]. Alor. Should be living in this house. She pushed some of her long hair behind her ear as she waited for him to answer. The wait seemed immensely long, although in truth it hadn’t probably been very long at all. Why was she so nervous, anyway?

And then the door opened. A man in beskar’gam stood in front of her. Definitely Force sensitive; that was a plus. Some Mandalorians really hated those with the Force. Seemed to not be quite that many around nowadays, but they did exist.

He was probably analyzing her. Although, he seemed like he was surprised. That was the general feeling she got. She bit her lip, the awkwardness setting in. “I, uh…” Probably would have helped if she could tell what his facial expression was saying. In true Mando form, he was in full armor, though. “Thanks! I have some talents with it… I mean, definitely not a pro or anything but I’m not terrible with it,” she said as her voice began to falter, her pointy ears falling slightly. Darn things always betrayed her.

Cheeks were slightly red. “I… You weren’t expecting me, were you? They said…” She shook her head, clearing her throat. “I’m Bethany Australis-Cadera. One of the people in Sundari said they’d set up training between us.” She stood there, somewhat awkwardly.
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Mig felt a bit bad when he noticed how nervous the woman, who called herself Bethany Australis-Cadera. The Mando'ad decided to remove his helmet, hoping that it would make her more comfortable. He then heard her note that someone said some had said he'd expect her. Mig was about to say something until he saw an T3-series utility droid rolled up, and started to beep until it noticed Beth standing there. The droid seemed surprised, almost making it obvious it hadn't had its memory wiped. It's head disc rotated between Mig and Beth before beeping at Mig.

"(Um.... I was about to tell you....)"

"Why didn't You guys just send me a transmission?"

"(Well.... Certain things happened that prevented us from sending the message.)" Mig just rubbed his temples.

"Vaabir Ni copad at kar'taylir (Do I want to know?)" The droid shook his head, causing the alor to sigh a bit. "Give me a damage report later." The droid nodded and rolled off, leaving Mig and Beth alone again. The mando'ad'jetii looked at the Eldorai, chuckling a bit. "Well, looks like you beat the messenger. Well, you said you were here for training? I'm gonna guess you want to learn some close-combat, but with the Force sensitivity I could see you coming for Force training as well." All the while, Mig tried to sound lighthearted, considering how embarrassed Beth seemed about everything. He hoped that maybe it would relax her a bit.

[member="Beth Cadera"]
 
He took his helmet off. She gave him a quick glance over. “You are [member=Mig Gred], Alor, right?” She was pretty sure, but… Maybe she should have asked before then. Beth perked a brow as she watched the utility droid roll up. Ah, well, that would explain the discrepancy. “They made it sound like you had already said yes,” she said quietly as she frowned towards the droid. She shook her head as she looked back up to Mig.

But, it’s good to meet you!” She said with a bright smile, a little less nervous than before.

She gave a slight smirk as the droid shook his head. She really needed to get some type of droid in her ship, at least for the company. That would be for another time though. She looked up towards Mig as he began to speak. “I guess so, eh.” She chuckled quietly, shaking her head slightly. “I can do both! I’m pretty good at healing, if you don’t mind me tooting my own horn. But, I’m more lacking in close-combat… I haven’t trained in forever like that and it’s not really safe, not now.”

Her mind shifted back to Commenor, when she stood surrounded by the Blackblades – the Mandalorian killers. No weapon, fists, close combat, or far away would have helped her against them, but… Still. She tried to shake the memory off. They were some of the worst parts of her dreams, them and the Dark Lord. A plague on her subconsciousness that kept roaring its head. Either way, now wasn't the time to think about such things. She had more important things than something that had happened months prior.

She paused as she wanted to clarify something, “I mean, I have been exercising and stuff. Just not combat oriented stuff.
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Mig nodded when she asked if he was him, still keeping himself calm. “In the flesh.” She noted that the whoever she talked to made it sound like he new. This made him smile a bit, trying to hold back a chuckle. Ok. It made sense, considering Clan Gred was small they probably thought he’d say yes either way, which he honestly would have. At least she seemed to be getting more comfortable. Beth explained that she a good Force healer, which got a quick smile from Mig. He did find it odd that she noted it wasn’t safe, he then remembered that her species had sensitive skin. Then he felt something.

He could feel the fear within her. Something that happened in the past had really affected her; scarred her mentally. The alor felt a bit bad for her. He didn’t know what happened, or how long ago it was, but he could tell it deeply affected her somehow. She shook the memory away, and her fear lowered a bit as she did. Beth quickly stared that she did exercise, which wasn’t a surprise to Mig. The mando’ad’jetii looked at the woman with a smile. “Well, if you want to train we best start somewhere.” He then stepped out, closing the door behind him. “So what do you want to start with?”
 
Beth gave a soft smile, with a small nod. Whew, at least this was him and not someone else. She might would have had to just pack up and go straight back home if it was someone else. At least he wasn’t some old, ugly person. He was probably only a few years older than her. It was already awkward, with a pretty high dose of nervousness. But why was she so nervous, anyway? It wasn’t like she was that introverted. She talked to people, sang in front of kinda big audiences nearly every weekend back on Mandalore…

Something she’d have to worry about later. It would probably go away on its own once they got to know each other better and she had a better idea of what she would be doing… Hopefully, anyway. "I brought my beskar'gam, I just wasn't sure if we'd start off in it or not."

She gave a quick nod at his statement. She took a step back as [member="Mig Gred"] stepped outside of the house and shut the door. She gave a small shrug, “I guess we can start where I beat you up and surprise, training done?” Green eyes would give him a wink with a small laugh. She was clearly joking – she knew darn well he could beat her in a combat situation.

Hopefully he had a sense of humor. Yikes… Beth internally kicked herself. Probably too soon to joke.
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Mig could feel that Beth was still nervous. He kind of wondered how she could still be nervous. Then again, maybe it was the fact that she was in a new place, with Mandalorians that weren't quite the normal clan. Either way the mando'ad tried to do his best to be relax, hoping it would make her less nervous. She noted that she had brought her berskar'gam if she needed it. He then chuckled as Beth said they would start by beating his butt, adding a wink at the end. He soon shot back with a similar joking tone. "Yeah, I bet. Quick and easy training."

The alor looked back after another, lighthearted chuckle before speaking again. He was more serious this time, but still fairly calm. "Ok. I'm guessing your at least part Eldorai I'll let you decide whether we use our beskar'gam or not. Which ever one you're more comfortable with." Mig figured it would be a good idea for Beth to decide whether to begin training with or without armor. He didn't know much about Eldorai, but he knew their skin was more sensitive. "Which ever it is, we'll get ready then meet over there."

Once Beth had decided what to do, Mig got himself ready and was either waiting in the training area (armor), or walking up with some simple clothing on (no armor). "Ready?"

[member="Beth Cadera"]
 
She walked next to [member="Mig Gred"], although slightly enough behind that she could easily follow him. She wasn’t sure where they would go to do the training and she definitely didn’t want to tread somewhere she wasn’t allowed to go. This wasn’t her clan, after all, and he was already doing a huge favor to help her out with it.

She gave a heartfelt smile towards Mig as he laughed, and even shot back at her, a joke. That was reassuring that this would at least be fun. She gave a small chuckle before he began to talk about something that most people didn’t recognize. It was impressive he guessed her half-race so well. She gave a nod. “Good guess. My mom’s side. Things tend to hurt worse for me because of that.
She gave a shrug. She had never met her biological mother. And she had Yasha as her mom, Caz as her mom, and maybe even another… Plus, the huge extended family… Good thing no one expected gifts from her, cause sheesh.

She gave a nod, “Alrighty.” She wasn’t entirely sure which one she wanted to do. “Let’s try without beskar’gam. That way we can kind of test it or whatever.” She herself got ready – mostly just getting her hair into a relatively tight bun, out of her face. She stood in the training area, watching the Alor of Clan Gred ask her if she was ready.

She gave a nod as she got into posture. “Ready!” Golly, hopefully this wouldn’t be too embarrassing.
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Mig smiled at bit when his guess was confirmed, and at hearing Beth's plan. It made sense. At least get the basics down before trying with armor. The alor had quickly got some comfortable clothing on before walking back, and quickly got in position as she said she was ready. "I want to see how much you do know before we start. So come at me with everything you've got. Ok?" The Mando'ad'jetii then gave Beth a bit of a smirk, and quickly spoke with humor in his voice. "See if your claim of beating me right now holds up." He then let out a slight chuckle. This would be interesting.

[member="Beth Cadera"]
 
Beth nibbled her lip as she thought about a strategy. Did she even have any strategies for a fight? She went ahead to prepare her breathing, bracing her body for any type of impact that may come from the attacks and defense from the Alor in front of her.

With her fists up, she began to move towards Mig, slowly. She was waiting for him to surprise her. “Okay, so long as you don’t go easy on me just because of my Eldorai.” That was a fair compromise. Sure, she could be hurt more easily but that didn’t mean she actively tried to avoid it. If she found herself in a battle, no one would go easy on her. Beth would have to deal with any and all pain she acquired.

She gave a grin, with a small laugh. “Alright, well, prepare to totally not be disappointed,” she said quietly. With that, she went in for a swing with her right arm, aiming for his arm/chest. She assumed he would deflect her pretty quickly, and so she was careful to watch with her other arm to watch any counterattacks, or dodges. She didn't want to go too far, as she hadn't exactly figured him out yet.

[member="Mig Gred"]
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Mig smirked a bit when Beth told him not to hold back. He was quick to answer the woman. "Ok. Wasn't planning on it." He then let out a chuckle as his fellow Mando'ad said one last joke before they started. Beth start by swing her right arm at his torso. The Gred quickly used his left arm to redirect the punch away from him, somewhat hoping to throw her off balance. Mig then countered with his own right hook towards Beths back. He hoped that she'd be able to notice his move and dodge it.

[member="Beth Cadera"]
 
She gave a nod. That was good. If he was being honest, which in truth she wouldn’t know until further into their little brawl. Or maybe he would be good at acting. Oh well, she’d do her best either way and she felt like he would too.

Don’t embarrass yourself too badly, Beth, she thought. Her right arm came swinging – and just as she expected, he pushed it back with his left arm. The impact caused small tingles of pain to vibrate on her arm – but nothing serious. Man, was she unprepared for this.
She predicted his moves fairly well – she used her other arm to try to block his arm as she stepped around… But, with her moving to dodge, she got her feet tangled up!

Plop! Right into the ground. “Oh, kark,” she muttered as her body landed on its side. She quickly got up, brushing herself off and blowing some stray hairs that had escaped her bun out of her face. She paused, staring at the Alor in front of her for a moment. The impact on the ground wasn't pleasant. But really, her pride was injured the most. It was embarrassing for plenty of reasons - she was Mandalorian, he wasn't bad looking, and to top it all off she fell literally after the first swings.

“Gods, please pretend that didn’t happen,” she said quietly, her cheeks as red as a tomato, ears pulled back in embarrassment.

Maybe she could just... Run away, now.

[member="Mig Gred"]
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Mig looked pretty surprised as his punch was blocked. Ok. This was good. Beth definitely had some fighting instinct in her. It was then that he heard her yell something and soon noticed his fellow Manalorian on the ground. She was quick to get back up, but it didn’t take the Force to see she was embarrassed. Her face had gone red, and her ears moved back. The alor thought for a moment, thinking of what to say next. The man was quick to think of something though, and spoke with his same calm, lighthearted tone. “Well, good block. Need to work on your footing some.” The alor then went on the attack, attempting to punch at Beth’s chest.

[member="Beth Cadera"]
 
Well, this could have went better. No, she was able to block his attack. She had yet to be hit – and while her initial attack got dodged, she did predict his next moves fairly well. Whether that was luck or intuition or some form of skill remained to be seen.
What was seen was that she was a clumsy fool.

Mig was kind about it though. Quickly, he responded with a lighthearted tone. She gave a small chuckle, only one ear slightly coming out of its embarrassed position. “Yeah, I uh… Yeah, you definitely beat me on footwork.

And with that, the training session was back on. No running away, he didn’t even laugh. He was a pretty good guy, from what Beth could gather from him. Good looking, kind, funny. So far, she couldn’t complain about her trainer at all.

Beth jumped back more careful with her feet this, just barely missing his punch. Even her shirt swayed from the wind his punch made. She countered by swinging her fist from under, as she aimed for his gut. She brought her other arm up to block any potential swings to her chest.

[member="Mig Gred"]
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
The alor smiled at his trainee's comment. Beth was turning out to be a really student so far. He found it a bit strange that she could already seem to read him a bit. Perhaps it was since they were both Force sensitive, or maybe she was more skilled than she new? What ever it was, it was time to focus again.

Beth had gone for a gut punch. "Good move," he responded as he dodged. That wasn't what Mig expected. He narrowly moved back, barely missing the punch. The Mando'ad then quickly countered with a low sweeping kick, hoping it would hit.

[member="Beth Cadera"]
 
Maybe Beth wasn’t as bad as she thought she was. But still, she definitely didn’t have the skills that he had. Or probably most people, honestly. She would put her best into it though – she had a reputation to uphold. Daughter of Mand’alor and Kaine, she had to at least be somewhat competent at fighting.

She gave a smirk as he complimented her move. Maybe she had a bit of a dose of overconfidence – but it was quickly gone as she felt his leg connect near her ankles. In seconds, she felt her body smash onto the ground, yet again. At least this time, it was her other side. She was pretty sure she hit harder than last time.

She gave a small groan as she laid for a second. She pulled herself up into a cross-legged position with a huff. She could literally feel the bruises forming already. “That was good move. Too busy focusing on the hands,” she said with a pained grin.

[member="Mig Gred"]
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Mig watched as Beth fell on the ground. Well, there was something they needed to work on. He smiled a bit as she said that she had gotten too focused on his hands. He gave a lighthearted chuckle as he extended his hand to help her up. "Hey, your here to train. Just remember that next time."

Once he had helped Beth up, Mig began to speak pretty calmly. "Well. You're at a pretty good starting point, Bethany. We may wanna start with your foot work, though." He smiled a bit, before continuing. "Your reflexes are definitely good. You caught what I was doing the first few time."

[member="Beth Cadera"]
 
Beth huffed, as yet again more loose hairs flew out of her face. She winced slightly as she sat on the ground. She looked up to Mig as he came over and offered her his hand. “I used to a bit better.. Not by much, but a bit," she said as if that made up for her continuous clumsiness. But, he was right. She was here to learn – and she shouldn’t expect herself to be that great at it right off the bat.

She accepted the gesture, putting her hand in his and standing up. Then, she brushed herself off. “Thanks.” She gave him a soft smile and a small nod, “Thanks, that means a lot… I’m a bit more clumsy than I thought I was,” she admitted. She gave a nod, “Please, keep with the praises. It helps my injured pride,” she giggled quietly.

"But, seriously... Thank you, for taking me under your wing." She meant it. Especially considering that he had no idea literally an hour prior, it was pretty awesome of him. The crazy thing was that he hadn't even asked about payment or anything. He just helped. Her father, Kaine, had plenty of credits she could get him to send his way.

Granted, Mig might have plenty of credits himself... She didn't know him, well, at all.

[member="Mig Gred"]
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Mig smiled as Beth accepted his help, and chuckled along with her giggling. The woman then thanked him for being willing to train her. The alor smiled a bit more before finally speaking, sounding calm, though still a bit excited. Hey, I couldn't let you come all this way for nothing. Plus, it's good to be able to pass your skills on."

The mando'ad'jetii then thought for a moment, chuckling to himself. He remembered his now passed buir. He sounded a lot like him right now. Mig then looked back to Beth, getting more serious again, but still lighthearted. "Well, ready to work some on your footing, or do you need a break?"

[member="Beth Cadera"]
 

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