Faction The New Jedi Order - Saber Tourney

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The New Jedi Order - Saber Tourney

Location: Grand Jedi Temple
Saber tournaments have long been a tradition within the Jedi Order, providing an opportunity for Jedi to showcase their skills and refine their techniques. While Jedi Knights are guided by the Force in selecting their Padawans, many Knights and Masters have historically observed initiates competing in apprentice tournaments, searching for those who display promise.

Today, the New Jedi Order hosts a grand tournament within the Jedi sparring arena, inviting combatants of all ranks to test their skill and showcase their prowess. Initiates, Padawans, Knights, and Masters will each compete within their respective divisions, pitted against one another in a contest of discipline and technique.

The sparring arena itself is a vast chamber with two tiers of balconies and walkways overlooking the training floor. Below, ten dueling rings have been arranged, each designated for combatants to engage in their matches. While only the competitors will take to the rings, many others—fellow Jedi, instructors, and even spectators from outside the Order—may gather to observe the duels, studying the techniques displayed or simply witnessing the clashes of skill firsthand.

Tournament Rules

• Victory Condition: Each combatant must score a total of 5 points against their opponent to win.
• Bracket System: This is a single-elimination bracket tournament—winners will advance through their bracket to face other victors.
• Honor & Safety: This is a sparring tournament, not a duel to injury. Excessive force or unsportsmanlike conduct may result in disqualification.
• Saber Prowess Only: Participants are expected to demonstrate their lightsaber skill alone—aggressive or advanced use of Force powers beyond basic augmentation will not be permitted.
• Reset After Each Point: After a point is scored, both combatants must return to the center of the ring before resuming the match.

Judging & Oversight

Each match will be overseen by a panel of three Jedi Knights or Masters, who serve as judges to watch the competition and determine scoring.

• A center judge presides over the match, maintaining order and ensuring the rules are followed.
• Two corner judges assist in scoring and provide additional perspectives on the duel.
• One of the judges will also be a skilled medic, prepared to intervene and administer medical aid if necessary.

The judges may stop the fight at any time for safety reasons, rule violations, or to ensure medical assistance is provided. Their decisions are final in determining the outcome of each match.

Scoring System for Saber Combat

Each successful strike earns a combatant either one or two points, depending on the technique and target.

• 1 Point:
  
  • Light contact or grazing hit to arms or legs
  • Displacement of an opponent's guard (forcing an opening) with a follow-up attack
• 2 Points:
  
  • Direct hit to torso or back
  • Successful disarm of opponent
  • Unbalancing an opponent into a vulnerable position (such as forcing them to the ground) or pushing them out of the designated ring

No attack may exceed two points, ensuring that every match is determined through precision, skill, and tactical execution.

Registration & Participation

Names for the tournament matchups have been drawn prior to the event, but anyone may still register for participation. If you are interested in joining, post in the interest thread here:

Saber Tournament Interest Check

If you are looking to compete, try to find a partner to write with who is not already engaged in a match. Any changes from the original registration—including substitutions, adjustments, or reassignments—should be handled at the discretion of the participants involved in the above link or in DM's

Primary Brackets

Padawans:

• Tigris vs Aris Noble
• Kaelos Vryn vs Werucoss Nertivor
• Amelia Amadis vs Voli Cholrass
• Ares Dargir vs Caelan Valoren
• Sazo Vass vs Reina Daival
• Pan vs Vera Noble

Knights / Masters:

• Drystan Creed vs Aadihr Lidos
• Jo'Han Felcado vs Braze Kai'el

Thread Objectives

1. Participate in Sparring Matches – Step into the ring as a combatant and test your skills in the tournament. Compete for victory, refine your technique, and prove yourself in honorable combat.
2. Serve as a Judge or Medic – Take on the role of a center judge or corner judge, ensuring fair play and proper scoring. Medics should be ready to assist in case of injuries.
3. Spectate the Matches – Watch the duels unfold from the sidelines, studying the competitors, analyzing their techniques, or simply enjoying the spectacle.
4. Bring Your Own Objective – If you have other plans beyond the tournament itself, feel free to introduce your own subplot. However, do not derail the main story—any personal objectives should complement the tournament setting rather than disrupt it.
   
   
   

   Event Guidelines

   • This is a faction event, open to Jedi and their invited friends and allies.
   • Only Jedi characters may compete in the tournament. Non-Jedi attendees may spectate, judge, or engage in personal storylines that fit within the event.

 

[Amelia Amadis]

Tag: Voli Cholrass

To look at Amelia, you'd never guess what she had been through recently. She was bright-faced, as fresh as ever, with confidence in her step as she strode out. Red hair with amber streaks flowing down one side, the other curled behind her, jade eyes, her features still shaping into those of a young woman. The two training sabers on her hips were set to their lowest setting to prevent harm. Whatever her father had become, he had ensured his children knew how to handle weapons safely. Amelia, his eldest, had learned that lesson well. Even her training sabers looked well cared for, polished to a reflection.

Big Place, was her first thought—a bit different to the small forest clearings she usually trained in! Quaint streams, tall trees, and friendly wookiees.

She wore a fitted forest-green top, snug but flexible for movement. A dark olive belt and well-worn leather boots in deep juniper green, marked from hours of training and running for her life recently. Over it all, a lightweight moss-colored jacket rested comfortably on her shoulders, also scratched and worn from Kashyyyk, its sleeves pushed up enough to give her room to move. She felt a certain obligation to represent the Order well. Though she trained mostly in private with her father, she had to admit—she liked the spotlight. Doing small pieces for HNN that sometimes made the younger padawans whisper, even if they never really got used. Amelia thrived on competition, just like her mother and father had before her in their younger days.

As her opponent approached, she gave a nod. "Hey." Casual but focused, her smile revealed the faintest flash of her small canines. There was some nervousness, a touch of sadness, but also a whole lot of happiness at being here—a chaotic mix of emotions swirling inside her that was only partially calmed as she exhaled to find her force connection. A little restless on her feet looking around, she breathed it out, trying to remember her father's training. Breath, Am, the force will carry you. Blurrrh. Maybe Caltin Vanagor or Matsu Ike would see her performance. Maybe they wouldn't. Either way, she would push all the harder, determined not to let any of them down!

 

[Werucoss Nertivor]

Tag: Kaelos Vryn

Long fingers pressed together, Weru sat peacefully in meditation on the mat, awaiting his pairing. Small dustings of earth clung to his traditional, brown SJO temple robes, stubborn remnants of the long days he spent tending the gardens he devoted his life to .As the final moment approached, the Naturalist Jedi found himself wondering if this had been a good idea. He was reluctant to compete but wanted to challenge his own preconceived notions and show respect to the tournament organizers who had graciously allowed him to attend. Despite this he felt genuine joy at being part of the event and had signed up immediately upon hearing the extended invitation. More than anything, he wanted to be here for Amelia—she needed this right now. He truly hoped she would enjoy today; it was a chance for her to be part of something bigger than their worries.

Fitted with a translation device, the Ithorian bellowed softly at the arrival of his pairing, gradually rising to stand. "Hello. I do not believe we have been formally introduced. I am Werucoss Nertivor, Padawan of the Silver Jedi Order, and I humbly wish you a wonderfully successful tournament." Weru dipped his elongated head respectfully, meaning every word.

Not a quick padawan, but steady and difficult to budge, he slowly unveiled his double-bladed training saber, its clean surface reflecting the ambient light around them. With deliberate steadiness, he assumed a stance—feet firmly planted like roots in the earth, both hands gripping the hilt in an overhanded hold. The training saber's green beam angled downward toward and past his right knee, a controlled and defensive posture that allowed for a smooth transition between blocking and striking. He was an Ithorian who liked to prepare in advance.

 

[Sazo Vass]

Tag: Reina Daival

Sazo went through a stretch routine in the corner of the room, Talionis firmly on her hip. She enjoyed Selvaris, and missions with Ran Serys , and she felt like she had grown stronger, but she didn't get the opportunity to really measure her progress against a peer.

Until now.

She reached out to Talion Vass- ancestor spirit of the sword.

'Lord Vass, how do you think I'll do?'

As if on cue, Lord Vass appeared; he was known to manifest as a shade in places strong in the Force.

"Two things. One, Per the rules, I'm fairly sure this will be the last time I talk to you until after the fights. Two, you need more practice in your Form VII, but your Form V is more than adequate." With that piece of encouragement, the spirit floated into the stands, presumably to watch the fights.

Rolling her eyes, Sazo got up, stretching concluded. She spotted her opponent, Reina. She smiled, walking over to the fellow Padawans.

"Hi, I'm Sazo. Reina, right? Let's have a good match."

She stuck her hand out.

 

[Ares Dargir]

Objective: Obj. 1
Equipment: Curved-Hilt Lightsaber, Jedi Clothes, Comlink, Utility Toolbelt
Tag: Caelan Valoren

When Ares first heard of a tournament of sabers was to take place, it was more or less a last minute sign up as it happened to take place the day after he learned of the event. He didn’t even know that a saber tournament was a thing in truth, and for a good reason as it would appear to be strictly reserved for Jedi. Others could spectate, but unless they were friends with a Jedi it was likely to have gone unheard of. Or maybe Ares just needs to broaden his circle of friends.

Whether it was sheer coincidence or by the will of the Force itself. But apparently he was deemed to fit in the shoes of another who had to drop out due to personal emergencies they had to tend with. The broad shouldered man should find the opportunity thrilling as it opened the door for him to grow, and yet his mind reflected on the person who was originally to match against Caelan.

’Hopefully everything is alright with them, wherever they were drawn to.’ Ares could only pray that it was nothing too serious. He stood in one of ten rings as the flat terrain offered neutral grounds. One that was neither advantageous nor the opposite. His leather boots softly on the mat that subtly announced his presence as the sun bore overhead. The scents of mild cologne filled his nostrils as the soft breeze brushed against his blonde hair. Armed with only a single curved hilt clipped to his belt. It was set to the lowest setting for stun only.

”Ares Dragir,” He introduced himself with a nod of respect to the man once he was in sight. To the human, the rules were very similar to how his homeworld would hold their duels. Except it was often more than a test of skill, but a dispute in status as well. Of course perhaps their situation wasn’t so different, but status wasn’t the priority. At least to Ares it wasn’t. His posture was regal as the confidence with a touch of humility evident from his shoulders to how he carried himself. Even his walk portrayed this as each step was calculated without a drop of malice. Only the weight of unforeseen responsibility that weighed him down.

Once ready, Ares retrieves his curved hilt from the belt, and with a push of a button the blue blade of energy manifested in existence with the iconic hum. With a brief twirl of his wrist, he held the lightsaber in front of him as it was simply an acknowledgement of the fellow Padawan as an opponent. Then Ares dropped to a stance with his body turned to narrow his frame and the blue lightsaber directed at Caelan.

 

[Pan]

Coruscant
Tags: Vera Noble

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Of course it had to be lightsabers.

Pan wasn't very good with blades. He was alright. Passible, if nothing else. He was so accustomed to using Force Weapon on his wooden body that he was, more often than not, the blade in question. But wielding one? That was a little odd. So Pan came to a compromise, a wooden kendo sword that he grew to serve as his weapon. At the very least it felt far more natural to wield something made of wood than nothing at all. A little force weapon on that bad boy and he was golden, ready for... whatever this was.

Why were they sparring again?

Something something tournament... something something skill assessment... That instructional brochure had way too many words. It probably wasn't that important. Pan was quick to discard it, the Neti making his way to designated area. He was probably in the right place. And the question of his opponent?

He hadn't paid attention. Whatever, he'd find out whenever they showed up. Easy.

No problem at all.

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Jedi Temple
Objective: Tournament!
Tags: Sazo Vass
Lightsaber​

Well. This was going to go well for her. Reina sighed to herself as she tried to push out the mechanical replacement for her leg. Maybe she should have practiced more with it, instead of just sitting in the Archives reading but it felt wrong. Her balance was already off when she had both legs. Reina wasn't going to chicken out though. Giving up wasn't a word in her dictionary.

Though she was snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of a new voice, looking over to Sazo Vass and giving her opponent an awkward smile alongside a short wave. This was going to be a strange fight if she was honest but it could be used as a learning experience. Finding ways to adapt to life.

"Yeah. I'm Reina. It's nice to meet you..."

Reina let silence fill the air for a moment, rubbing the side of her neck. This was going to be more frustrating than she expected. Dealing with strangers that was. She had thought that trying to take a step back and taking things more slowly would help her get along with people more...but her people skills still weren't the greatest.

"...I'm not great at talking with people. Just...don't take it easy on me, just because of well..."

She waved down at her leg. She had an idea for how she was going to fight but...ideas were all nice in theory. It was going to be actually trying that was going to be the difficult part.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: | Lightsabers

The hum of conversation and the occasional snap-hiss of igniting sabers filled the chamber, the energy in the air charged with excitement. From the side of the sparring arena, Valery stood with her hands lightly clasped behind her back, fiery eyes sweeping across the rings below.

Tournaments like these had long been a tradition within the Jedi Order — refinement through combat, discipline through practice, camaraderie forged in the clash of blades. But Valery was not just here as Grandmaster. She was here as an observer, ensuring all ran smoothly, that competition remained fair, and — perhaps more personally — because she had two very good reasons to watch closely.

Her gaze flicked toward the brackets posted on the large display screens. Both a son and daughter were going to be participating today. Her smirk softened slightly.

Settling onto the railing, Valery exhaled softly, enjoying the moment. This wasn't war. This wasn't another battle for survival. It was a test of skill, a celebration of discipline. A chance for them to grow.

And she wouldn't miss it for the world.

Open​

 

[Vera Noble]

Coruscant

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Tag: Pan

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Vera bounced lightly on the balls of her feet as she stepped up to the designated ring, practically vibrating with excitement. She wasn't a duelist, really. Her strengths lay elsewhere, in the currents of the Force, in seeing what others couldn't. But that was exactly why she was here. To get better. To push herself. And, most importantly, to have fun.

Her mismatched eyes flicked across the ring before landing on her opponent.

A tree. No, wait. A person — but definitely a tree-person.

Vera's grin stretched wide. "Oh, this is gonna be cool."

She set her stance, rolling her shoulders, before flashing Pan a bright, eager look. "You excited for this?" she asked, her energy practically buzzing. "I mean, lightsaber sparring isn't really my thing, but I figure, why not? What's the worst that could happen?"

There were plenty of answers to that question, but Vera either didn't care or wasn't thinking about them. She twirled her saber hilt idly in her fingers, waiting to see just what kind of fight this was going to be.

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[Diogo Talon]

Open

So, uh, Diogo was here.

A last minute shuffle. The tournament hadn't been high on his radar, and having spent the last few weeks training on Selvaris, he kinda forgot to sign up. But, right time, right place.

Diogo casually leaned on the wall, chewing on his lower lip, as he glanced at the display screens to see if the bracket had any open spots left. If there weren't any, he was content to watch Vera lose to a tree.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

A Day Off
Jedi Temple
Coruscant

It was a rare “day off” that Connel had. He was always busy with assignments, so he was always out, and not always free with time to spend with his best friend. In case you have been hiding under a rock, this is “Buster”, The Gallinorese Mountain Aak Dog(Click the picture for the link). Buster was originally a gift from his parents to get over his own anxiety, but the little guy has really grown onto and become the close knit best friend the Shadow needed, especially now with so much time spent out in the field. He is happy to just be around and play with his toys, which made days like this so much more special, they were going to check out this saber tournament to not only take a break, but to check in, in a manner of speaking.

They were making their way through the Temple, stopping at all of the "good sniffs" and mistaking more than one Racyon for "Pip" but it had been a fun walk to this point.


You ready? Okay, let’s go. Ease up… ease up! Good boy. The leash was loose, because Buster was trained well, the bond they have made it easy for the pup to follow directions, of course the treats and getting his way made it that much easier. Much of the day to this point had been spent doing all of Buster’s favorite things, picking out new toys, going to a park, going to “Mel’s Diner” where he could eat like crazy.

“Oh my! Hi Buster!”

“By the Force! He is sooo cute!”

“What a cutey!”

Several of the Jedi who looked and observed had recognized the pup from his many escapades throughout the Temple, be it with Connel, or @Ryana mina. All Connel could do was grin and laugh as Buster kept looking between him and those who wanted to “say “hi””. He was of course his normal “super excited” mode, tongue hanging out and hopping around happily. The tail? The tail could propel him into orbit right now.

Of course. Go ahead! Buster knew what he was saying to mean “Say “hi”!” To which he was all too happy to. Running and getting in the middle of everyone, being sure to “kiss” everyone’s hand, face, whatever he could reach.

TAGS • OPEN​

 

[Everest Vale]

The hum of the lightsabers around the tournament grounds felt distant, muted beneath the steady beat of Eve's own heartbeat. She stood just off to the side, away from the main stands, where the gathered crowd murmured and shifted in restless anticipation. But Eve wasn't paying attention to them.

Her eyes were only on Tigris.

She stood a few steps ahead, preparing herself to step into the ring. Eve had always deeply admired her confidence; how she carried herself, how she stepped into challenges without hesitation. But this event was a big deal, and Eve knew it. Without thinking, she stepped forward.

Like some kind of soft attack, she swiftly pulled her into a hug. Eve wasn't the best with words, and she wasn't entirely sure what she was trying to say by holding her like this; only that she needed to. Her head rested lightly against Tigris' shoulder, her arms wrapped carefully around her waist. A brief moment, shared in the middle of a space filled with competitors and flashing sabers, but all was quiet and peaceful to her for but a second.

Eve pulled back just enough to look at her, and before she could second-guess herself, she pressed a quick kiss to Tigris' cheek. A soft, fleeting touch, her lips barely brushing warm skin.

"Good luck, my love," she murmured at a level that only she would hear. Then she let her go and stepped back, cheeks warm, a soft smile across her face.

As she let her beloved continue with her preparation, she caught a glimpse of Aris across the way, and as their eyes locked for a moment, she very uncharacteristically stuck her tongue out at him, followed by a cheeky grin.

Tigris Aris Noble​

 

[Pan]

Coruscant
Tags: Vera Noble

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"You excited for this?" she asked, her energy practically buzzing. "I mean, lightsaber sparring isn't really my thing, but I figure, why not? What's the worst that could happen?"

Oh, that's who he was fighting. It was Valery Noble's kid. Talk about pressure. Round one he was fighting the daughter of the Grand Master?

Pan was either going to become very popular or a continue to be a complete nobody based on however this one was going to play out. The Neti, of course, didn't care either way. What was at the forefront of his mind was simply the thrill of combat. Even if he wasn't the greatest duelist, Pan was a warrior through and through. He was grinning ear to ear, that was if he had ears for his grin to stretch towards.

"Ah, who cares if you're not that good," Pan shrugged. "I definitely suck at dueling, but I'm not gonna let that make me have a bad time. I'd much prefer martial arts to sparring, but I'll take anything more exciting around here."

The Neti padawan assumed a Shii Cho opening stance, the only form he had any proficiency in, getting himself ready for the fight ahead. His leaves bristled with excitement.

"So how do we do this. Do we just start or do we wait for them to tell us?"

 

[Tigris]

Outfit
lightsaber

This was the opposite of what Tigris could have wanted. She was not one for the spotlight, for spectators or contests. She had been raised to be in the shadows, to operate off the sensors. This spectacle made her unsettled. But Eve had encouraged it. Always her cheerleader, the Echani knew how reluctant the tattooed padawan was for anything social or public. The discerning druid also knew her girlfriend needed pulled out of her shell now and them. Of course, Tigris couldn't tell her know.

So, there she was. Standing by the dueling ring in which she was to compete, against Aris Noble , none other than son of Grandmaster Noble and the Shield of the Jedi. the combat itself...sparring (she had to remind herself)... didn't worry her. Even though Aris had trained longer than she, and the lightsaber was fairly new to her, Tigris simply didn't get nervous in those situations. Nervousness was for social occasions. She wore simple forest green sleeveless Jedi tunic, soft boots and a black

She had prepared since the morning. Meditation, workout, training katas. The former assassin was as ready as she was going to be. But not ready for the sudden embrace from Eve. Everest stood beside her, encouraging as always, lunged at her with a big hug. The brooding Tigris was forced to cough a laugh, wrapping her arms around Eve and accepting the warm show of support and affection. If she were competing for anyone that day, it was for Everest.

"Thank you, angel." Tigris replied with a wink.

Then she turned to the dueling ring, taking her second-hand lightsaber into her grip, and entered.

Everest Vale

 

[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

"When was the last time we had a proper spar, Lidos?"

Drystan's white coat flapped in the cool air, the left sleeve neatly tied in a bundle—having lost his left arm, he had no use for it hanging loose in the wind.

A cigarette rested between his teeth, his right hand lifting to take a slow drag before exhaling into the open space.

"If I remember right, I won that one." A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Though that was just because I copied our instructor's moves."

The cigarette burned to its final ember. With a flick, he sent it to the ground, grinding it into ash beneath his boot.

"Something tells me you won't fall for a simple trick like that now."

His hand moved to his belt, fingers curling around the hilt of his saber. A sharp hum followed as the azure blade ignited, casting a glow over his face as he raised it slightly.

Drystan had never been keen on entering tournaments. Even when invitations floated his way, he was often half a system away, tied up in time-sensitive missions. And even when he wasn't, he had always kept to himself.

But now, with the guidance he had received from Valery Noble , he understood that this was necessary.

Not to win. To improve. To refine his skills. To learn.

He didn't care about the outcome of this match. That mindset had changed long ago, ever since Woostri.

Now, he was here to test himself. To see just how far he had come. He leveled his saber, his darkened gaze steady.

"Alright. Show me what you got."

Aadihr Lidos

 

[Vera Noble]

Coruscant

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Tag: Pan

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Vera's excitement didn't fade, even as she briefly squinted at Diogo Talon. What was he doing here? Just here to annoy her when she'd inevitably lose? She tilted her head slightly, watching him for a beat before shaking it off. She'd interrogate him later. Right now? She had a duel to win.

Turning her focus back to Pan, she grinned, rolling her shoulders as she tightened her grip on her hilt. "We'll make the most of it. I'm sure it'll be fun." She smirked, eyeing his bark-like frame.

Then, with a snap-hiss, the emerald glow of her lightsaber burst to life.

The hum filled the space between them, and Vera shifted into her stance — relaxed, balanced, her multi-colored eyes bright with anticipation.

"Let's not wait," she decided, flashing him an eager grin. "You take the first move. Show me what you got... wait, what's your name again?"

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[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Aris Noble

Zaiya stood beside Aris, the hum of the training halls a distant murmur against the pounding of her heart. The air crackled with anticipation as his duel was moments away. He was first up to fight Tigris .

Perched on her shoulder, Domxite let out a soft, modulated trill, their tiny metal frame whirring as they adjusted their grip. The little droid was warm against her skin, their presence a steadying comfort even as Zaiya's nerves buzzed.

In her hands, she held a small container of neatly sliced orange wedges, their surfaces glistening with thick Vashkan apidactyl honey. She swallowed, then held it out toward Aris, the glow beneath her skin shimmering with shifting streaks of golden coral.

"So-o, I was researching," she began, her voice softer than she intended. "And I learned that honey-soaked oranges help with energy, muscle recovery, hydration... all of it." Her fingers curled slightly around the container's edge. "I know you're already super strong, but I wanted to show my support in any way I could." this time is as different than jjust watching him from a holo broadcast. She was here with him!

Domxite let out an encouraging chirp.

Zaiya flicked her gaze up to Aris's, willing herself to be steady. "I know you'll do your best, but I'm excited to see which fighting style you'll use!" Adapting to your opponent's form was the mark of a true Battle Master in training and Aris was well on his way.

 

[Pan]

Coruscant
Tags: Vera Noble

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"You take the first move. Show me what you got... wait, what's your name again?"

"Name's Pan," he answered, pointing to himself with his thumb for emphasis. "Like the thing you cook with but cooler probably."

So, the first move was his, huh? All kinds of different openings to start with, but what made the most sense? Shii Cho had the basics, and there was nothing more basic than the disarming strike. A classic, really. That was a good way to test the waters. Something to get him into the grove of using a blade as opposed to his fists.

So Pan mustered up his resolve and raised his wooden sword, swinging at the young Noble's saber-wielding hand.

 

[Aris Noble]

"I know, I know. I should take you out more."

Aris smiled faintly as he reached up to scratch under the bird currently on his shoulder's chin. A bird of flame, by all accounts. He'd been neglecting taking Cinder anywhere as of late. Fear, pure and simple, kept him from wanting to have the bird with him. Aris couldn't often get hurt, but those around him very much could. He doubted he could handle if Cinder got hurt because he wasn't aware of a danger.

And yet, that fear was a silly thing to have. People would get hurt, with or without him there. He should trust them to be able to protect themselves. They were his allies, not his charges. His gaze shifted to the girl walking beside him as his smile softened. He would protect them, all of them, but they didn't need it. He trusted all of them.

He especially trusted Zaiya.

His smile broadened as she lifted up oranges in honey of all things. She'd done research, just to help him. He reached in, plucking one of the slices to toss back. Cinder, similarly, leaned over to pluck one for themselves before the bird hopped from his shoulder to land on Zaiya's opposite from Domxite's.

"You'll see. I'm still debating it myself, but there's a couple ideas I've got."

He didn't have one he specialized in, and for good reason. Why stick with just one? Aris flashed a genuine grin before he looked across the way towards Tigris. Everest. He blinked once before the tips of his ears tinged red. He could hear far too much, it seemed. ".. Wish me luck, yeah?" He glanced again to Zaiya, flashing her a grin. He couldn't bring himself to hug her in public like Everest and Tigris had. He smiled towards her regardless, though.

"And if it's not too late, you should join in too. I'll cheer for you, too." She'd been working more and more with her lightsaber as of late, that much he'd realized. One last encouraging grin, then stepped into the ring. His saber sprang to life, the pale blue silent. Entropite, for the sake of being non lethal. "No holding back, right?"

Tigris | Everest Vale | Zaiya Ceti

 

[Connel Vanagor]

A Day Off
Jedi Temple
Coruscant

Finally able to sit down, Connel made himself comfortable, sure he was carrying a pack but that was filled with doggy toys, treats, a huge water bottle and a bowl(Who’s the “Master” here?). Buster was still being “Buster” and being the life of the stands, he was not far away, lapping up all of the attention he could get until finally, Connel patted his lap.

To which of course the pup was all too excited to run and jump onto OOF! Okay… okay… Giving “rubbies” and getting face “kisses” he was trying to get his little buddy comfortable. Alright big boy… make yourself comfortable… there you go.

It took a moment or two, but Buster made himself comfortable taking up half the seat next to Connel and on his lap.Of course after that, he was a big fluffy potato, just enjoying the day and living his best life.


He wasn’t really concerned about who he was watching ( Amelia Amadis vs Voli Cholrass ) but really just enjoying the moment. He was not wearing gear, he had his mask off, he was able to just be a person for a moment and hang out with his best friend.The crowd roared as the match began, but Connel and Buster were lost in their own world. The bond between them was evident, a testament to the joy and comfort that true friendship brings. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Buster? He was just happy to be getting treats, and playing with his toy, let alone the scratches and rubs from Connel, and everyone that made a point of stopping by to say “hi”.

TAGS • ARE • STILL • OPEN​