G O N E
Coruscant Jedi Temple
Sparring Room
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Maynard Treicolt
"Training Scenario 5, Difficulty Hard, start session."
The training droid swiftly left its limp, dormant state and came to action, adopting a stance and grasping a training saber, poignantly coloured red to remind him how he might be fighting one of the dreaded Sith warriors at any point in time. To his surprise, the droid seemed less humanoid than he would have anticipated, it's lithe metallic arms seeming almost feeble in comparison to any organic duelist but he knew better than to underestimate an enemy, no matter how unassuming they seemed, that would be a death sentence in any given situation.
He'd gone for a simple sleeveless black jumpsuit which accentuated his frame which appeared to be growing more muscular by the day. He grabbed his lightsaber, moving the cylindrical hilt between his hands before grasping it in two hands and putting it before him, shifting his body-weight so that it was equally distributed, a small detail which was he found surprising that he'd remembered. He hit the button and a green blade appeared out of the top, casting an emerald hue around his immediate area.
The two opponents stalked each other with a slow walk, the training droid positioning its photoreceptors in such a way that it seemed like it was trying the psychological approach, regardless, he stood unfazed. The droid leaped off the floor, straight towards Kir with its blade coming for a downward strike. He kept his guard up, accompanying a parry with a hop back as his adversary's sabre slashed where his abdomen had just been.
It was cathartic, in a peculiar sort of way. The brown haired Jedi centred himself, allowing the Force to flow through him as the enemy returned with a vengeance, the two came at each other with a flurry of carefully placed strikes, he moved himself further into the mindset, anticipating the attacks before they came. The two continued to dance across the floor of the sparring room, Kir made a spin kick towards the droid, going for the lightsaber but the droid was fast and came for a strike at his leg, which he was fortunate to sense, jumping into a flip away from the strike zone.
The spar got more intense, the droid inverting itself and pushed the red blade in an attempted stab move which he managed to hack away. The two came into a clash of sabres, green on red, light versus dark, he told himself, forcing himself to accept the fact. Another attempt came but this time, he feigned the connection of blades and hit the button on his lightsaber hilt, turning off the sabre with a schuck noise, which nearly sent the training droid tumbling. He re-ignited the green blade, pulled it above his head and thrust down, going for the backstab but his ever relentless adversary was quick to recover and gain his footing, twisting into an upwards hit which he did not anticipate, evident in the fact that his hilt was thrown out of his hand, the blade singing a burnt hole in his black top.
"Aghh." He allowed himself a small yelp of pain before fully thinking of the difficulty he set his training droid to.
It came towards Kir once more, going for that same downwards strike that he'd tried in retribution, he slid back, the blade so near his face that he could feel the head emanating from it. Glancing behind him, he noticed the glint of his shining weapon a few centimetres away. There was no time to try and retrieve it though as he evaded another blow. The droid shouldn't have been acting like this, even at the Hard difficulty setting. "Code command stop! Stop! Stop the session!" To his pure shock and horror, the trainer did not heed his desperate call and continued to attack. He reached out an arm to try and pull the sabre towards him but he concentration was broke by the thrust of red lightsaber which he jumped up and flipped backwards away from.
"What in the Emperor's black bones.." What had gone wrong? It wasn't uncommon for droids to malfunction but to the point that they'd refuse a direct order was baffling to say the least. All droids had a priority protocol, but shouldn't his command have served as the priority protocol? Didn't seem so, focusing on more pertinent matters, he put some distance between him and the rogue droid and reached out, palms wide and arm outstretched, he closed his eyes, filling his diaphragm as he took a deep breath. Unfortunately his new enemy had caught on and raced towards him as he reluctantly kept his calm, letting the force work it's will through him, the other objects and the rogue droid became irrelevant in that moment as it was just him, the lightsaber and the Force.
He felt a metallic touch in his hand and he hit to button, opening his eyes just as the red was about to come down on him, he bent and spun, the lightsaber made contact with the droid's hard midriff and sliced through, the whole torso of the droid falling back, with the legs soon joining. Out of breath, he retreated to a wall to give himself a breather, leaning on the panel and trying to regain his senses. He was dripping with sweat which was summarily collecting in a small pool at his legs. What had happened? He cursed as he heard the handle of the door..
Sparring Room
TAGS:
Maynard Treicolt
The training droid swiftly left its limp, dormant state and came to action, adopting a stance and grasping a training saber, poignantly coloured red to remind him how he might be fighting one of the dreaded Sith warriors at any point in time. To his surprise, the droid seemed less humanoid than he would have anticipated, it's lithe metallic arms seeming almost feeble in comparison to any organic duelist but he knew better than to underestimate an enemy, no matter how unassuming they seemed, that would be a death sentence in any given situation.
He'd gone for a simple sleeveless black jumpsuit which accentuated his frame which appeared to be growing more muscular by the day. He grabbed his lightsaber, moving the cylindrical hilt between his hands before grasping it in two hands and putting it before him, shifting his body-weight so that it was equally distributed, a small detail which was he found surprising that he'd remembered. He hit the button and a green blade appeared out of the top, casting an emerald hue around his immediate area.
The two opponents stalked each other with a slow walk, the training droid positioning its photoreceptors in such a way that it seemed like it was trying the psychological approach, regardless, he stood unfazed. The droid leaped off the floor, straight towards Kir with its blade coming for a downward strike. He kept his guard up, accompanying a parry with a hop back as his adversary's sabre slashed where his abdomen had just been.
It was cathartic, in a peculiar sort of way. The brown haired Jedi centred himself, allowing the Force to flow through him as the enemy returned with a vengeance, the two came at each other with a flurry of carefully placed strikes, he moved himself further into the mindset, anticipating the attacks before they came. The two continued to dance across the floor of the sparring room, Kir made a spin kick towards the droid, going for the lightsaber but the droid was fast and came for a strike at his leg, which he was fortunate to sense, jumping into a flip away from the strike zone.
The spar got more intense, the droid inverting itself and pushed the red blade in an attempted stab move which he managed to hack away. The two came into a clash of sabres, green on red, light versus dark, he told himself, forcing himself to accept the fact. Another attempt came but this time, he feigned the connection of blades and hit the button on his lightsaber hilt, turning off the sabre with a schuck noise, which nearly sent the training droid tumbling. He re-ignited the green blade, pulled it above his head and thrust down, going for the backstab but his ever relentless adversary was quick to recover and gain his footing, twisting into an upwards hit which he did not anticipate, evident in the fact that his hilt was thrown out of his hand, the blade singing a burnt hole in his black top.
"Aghh." He allowed himself a small yelp of pain before fully thinking of the difficulty he set his training droid to.
It came towards Kir once more, going for that same downwards strike that he'd tried in retribution, he slid back, the blade so near his face that he could feel the head emanating from it. Glancing behind him, he noticed the glint of his shining weapon a few centimetres away. There was no time to try and retrieve it though as he evaded another blow. The droid shouldn't have been acting like this, even at the Hard difficulty setting. "Code command stop! Stop! Stop the session!" To his pure shock and horror, the trainer did not heed his desperate call and continued to attack. He reached out an arm to try and pull the sabre towards him but he concentration was broke by the thrust of red lightsaber which he jumped up and flipped backwards away from.
"What in the Emperor's black bones.." What had gone wrong? It wasn't uncommon for droids to malfunction but to the point that they'd refuse a direct order was baffling to say the least. All droids had a priority protocol, but shouldn't his command have served as the priority protocol? Didn't seem so, focusing on more pertinent matters, he put some distance between him and the rogue droid and reached out, palms wide and arm outstretched, he closed his eyes, filling his diaphragm as he took a deep breath. Unfortunately his new enemy had caught on and raced towards him as he reluctantly kept his calm, letting the force work it's will through him, the other objects and the rogue droid became irrelevant in that moment as it was just him, the lightsaber and the Force.
He felt a metallic touch in his hand and he hit to button, opening his eyes just as the red was about to come down on him, he bent and spun, the lightsaber made contact with the droid's hard midriff and sliced through, the whole torso of the droid falling back, with the legs soon joining. Out of breath, he retreated to a wall to give himself a breather, leaning on the panel and trying to regain his senses. He was dripping with sweat which was summarily collecting in a small pool at his legs. What had happened? He cursed as he heard the handle of the door..
