The Third Teacher [Kamon]

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer arrived on a private shuttle to Eshan. She hadn’t been to the planet before, but knew that this was a place she could eventually call home. Her father was somewhat in charge, but like her Mother’s Dathomirian roots – this place was a matriarch. Once she gained some distance from the craft, she pulled off her mask. Her father didn’t need to know just yet about her identity issue within the Empire. The only thing he knew at this moment was her affair with the Dark Lord of the Sith.

Unlike her usual attire she chose to wear her old padawan robes and tunic. They still fit, though a bit looser than normal. Spencer figured it was from her rigorous training that had caused her to lose a bit of weight. Either way, she assumed her father would find a way to fatten her up while she was staying with him. A part of her wondered if he would be okay with training her, she was the First Apprentice of the Sith, the woman was grooming her to be her heir to the throne. Ashin was making her into something defensive, anti-Jedi and anti-Sith.

She rubbed her right arm, tape bound around her wrists and up her forearms. She remembered the basics she learned in the temple. Several of the combat knights and masters were Echani decent. They discovered her heritage and attempted to teach her, she understood basic communication through combat, but she wasn’t fluent.
@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]
Standing at the exit of the hanger she waited for her father to meet her. Hands continued to play at the bandages around her wrist and forearms, she was ready and she needed this combat training to continue onward.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

As soon as he felt her he was off to meet her. It was always nice to have time with his daughter regardless of what anyone thought about her. He knew the order hadn't been to happy with her for leaving them just so she could be with the Dark Lady of the Sith. It hadn't bothered him, though. Sure, he feared that she was going down a road that she could never recover from, but she was his daughter and he wanted nothing more than for her to be happy.

Wearing a pair of Echani combat fatigues, he slipped through the halls of the spaceport to meet her. She was standing at the entrance to the hangar, and he smiled when he saw her. Ever beautiful as her mother.

"Hello, Spencer."

He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her, regardless of whether she protested, and hugged her close to him. This was his little girl. He was proud of her and loved her and wanted nothing more than to express that to her through the hug. It lasted for a few moments before he pulled back to look at her. Smiling, he studied her and then nodded.

"You look a little skinny, kiddo. Need to eat some more protein and build on those muscles." He winked at her, showing he was mostly just playing. "What brings you to Eshan? Couldn't just be because you wanted to see me."

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

She couldnt help but smile. Despite everything her father was someone in her life she knew she could count on. Pulling on the tunic, she nodded. He was right she wasnt here just to see him, but to seek his guidance. She stood beside him as she shrugged.

"I havent been completely honest with you. I seek training from you in Echani combat. My reason is because its part of my journey. Im seeking knowledge from Masters of all ways of the force."

Spencer paused for a moment. She thought about leaving her true reason a secret. The last ting she wanted to do was worry Kamon. Though he had been understanding up to this point.

"I am the First Apprentice to the Empress..."

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Hmm. First apprentice to the Empress. That's a new one. Instead of instantly speaking, he motioned for her to walk with him and started heading through the spaceport towards the exit. If she was seeking training from him, the spaceport was not the place for it. They'd have to go to the academy. There were training grounds there, and a library full of collected knowledge.

"So you're being groomed to take over the Empire some day?"

An Empress taking an apprentice and calling them first apprentice. There was only one logical conclusion to that, and it was the one he'd just made. What he wasn't sure about was what it meant for them as a family. He was a Jedi, she was a Dark Jedi. Running the Empire... He didn't care for the Empire, but maybe Spencer would change it.

They left the spaceport behind and headed out into the cold. Snow was falling as they walked along. He tugged against his fatigues, slightly cold, but would be better once they got to training.

"You're rounding out your knowledge of the Force and galaxy. It's a good goal. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't concerned, Spencer. I'm not going to stop you, but I do worry about you from time to time. It's a lot of danger associated with all of this. I worry about you a lot. I trust you, but I worry about what you're getting into."

 

[Allyson Locke]

He was fatherly. Spencer understood his concern, but she knew he didnt need to worry. Ashin had out fitted her with enough protection until the time came for her to take over. She wasnt the little lost padawan anymore and she felt her new confidence surge through her like the force.

"Mother worries about me as well. She's shared her concern but she doesnt know as much as you do father. "

When they encountered the snow it was almost a reaction, her body starred to draw in the force. Ashin had taught her Tapas, the cold didnt bother her and soon the warm engulfed her Father.

"Yes she is. Im no where near ready, but I will be Empress one day"

 

[Kamon's OOC]

"What will you do as Empress, Spencer?"

The warmth washed over him from her and he settled his fidgeting a bit. Warmth was always a fleeting thing. It came and then it went. He felt cold inside, despite her providing warmth to him. Cold because he was afraid for her. He knew what it was, and he knew better than to react on it. That was a part of what it meant to be a Jedi and not a darksider.

The academy loomed before them, rising up out of the cold and snow. He led her towards it and opened the door for her as he waited for her to answer his question. He knew she would understand the depth of it.

 

[Allyson Locke]

They headed towards the academy and she listened to her father. She didn’t listen to just his words, but she also listened to his emotions. Spencer sensed the fear in her father and she worried for him, she knew that was the path of the dark side. Sighing softly she knew his fear was well placed. Not looking at her father, she continued to walk with him and ponder his question. She had an idea of what she wanted from the Empire and knew what she wanted to do.

“A lot of things Father, I would change the way the Sith is ran. It’s what Ashin is doing; she’s reforming them to be more organized and a better political power. I want to follow in her footsteps. She is more than my lover.”

Wrapping her arms around her body she continued to be near her father. Everything started her down this place because she met Ashin. If she had never followed Ashin she would probably still be with the order.

“Father why are you scared?”

 

[Kamon's OOC]

He led her into a large, empty room. There he turned to look at her. The question she asked hung heavily over his head. He knew the reason he was afraid, of course, but that didn't change anything.

"I'm afraid that you'll slip to far and that I'll lose you. I've only just gotten to be with you as it is."

Lifting his hand, he rubbed it over the top of his head.

"The Sith can never be good, Spencer. They're too selfish and they demand rather than ask. Do you really think that can be changed? It's who they are. I don't want you getting sucked into that life. It's not that I don't trust you to not want to be like them. It's that I know the powerful draw of the darkside. It can consume with ease."

Stepping into the center of the room, he slipped his gloves off and put them in his pocket. First thing he did after that was start stretching, working on loosening up his muscles so that he didn't hurt himself while he was teaching her what he knew. Waving his hand, he motioned for her to do the same. She might be keeping herself warm, but she still needed to stretch her muscles out.

"I also don't want to have to fight against you."

 

[Allyson Locke]

Sighing softly, Spencer understood where her father was coming from. The man, wise in his ventures knew the dark side more than she did. He knew the temptation, but Spencer was living within the Empire. They were fixable, the Sith could be taught to have some control. Shaking her head, she didn’t try and reason with him too much. There was a bit of respect for him since he was her father. His words were only meant to guide her and help push her to salvation. He reminded her a bit of Darron, though he was better at conveying his concern instead of shoving it down her throat.

“I’ll be okay, I have Ashin with me – like I said she’s provided teachers and protection for me. The Empire is the safest place for me well besides Eshan now. With my choices I’ve lost my home world, Ti’Cira and the laws of the clan have banned me from Dathomir.”

Taking in a deep breath, she fought back the sadness she felt. She had provoked her Aunt, but she didn’t want to be banished. She understood the laws that were in place to protect the greater population. She would only be able to see her mother on other worlds, though she wondered if she was going to be able to see her sister’s mating ritual. Spencer followed her father’s lead as she headed towards the middle of the room. He was warming up and she followed in suit.

First she put her arms over her head, bending one behind her head and running her fingertips along her bicep to her elbow. She held onto it for a moment and then slowly unfolded her arm and bent the other to repeat the process. After a few moments, she bent forward and touched her toes, her fingers grazing the ground and then finally her palms touched the mat under them. Slowly her back arched and she brought her self-back up, her stomach twisted as she stretched her back. Sitting on the ground, she spread her legs outward and bent forward holding onto her foot and laying her upper body against her leg stretching her leg. Her body uncoiled from her leg as she switched and did the same thing. Rotating her hips, she moved her legs into the splits and pulled her back leg up to stretch it. Using her other hand she balanced herself for a moment and then slowly let the back leg down. Shifting again, she pulled up the leg she hadn’t stretched it back up to her hip. Standing back up she shook her body out and then laid back down onto her stomach and flipped her legs over her head and groaned softly. It had been so long since she had given herself such a good stretch. Moving back down to laying on her back she laid there for a moment and then pushed her torso upward until she was on her feet and hands. After a few moments she stood fully back up and kicked her leg up and held it straight against her body as she stood, doing the same with the other leg she looked at her father once she was done.

“You ready old man?”

 

[Kamon's OOC]

"I don't know your lover, Spencer. Telling me you have her with you doesn't do much except give me a name I need to investigate. And the reality that the people she leads continue their expansion and dominion."

At this point he was forced to watch her go through a strong series of calisthenic stretches. It was kind of impressive, really. She had some serious flexibility to her and he stood there and watched in silence as she continued. There was, of course, the fact that he hadn't finished stretching, but he waited until she was done and asked him if he was ready before he made a move to continue. For starters, he held up a finger to wait. Then he began.

Right foot slides in a slow circle around him, hands rising with open palms. Breaths, shallow and quick, pulsate from him in controlled bursts. With a quickness of practiced hands, his right shoots out at the air with an exhale of breath. Withdraw. Step left. Snap kick. Drop hands down for defense. Slide forward and jab elbow at head height. Twist, slide foot around. Snap arms to sides at diagonal. Exhale. Leap backwards. Assume defensive stance. Right arm slides up and the right. Half step back. Left arm up and to the left. Half step back. Scissor hands at neck height. Exhale. Step back into defensive stance. Parry with left leg. Step forward with a high snap kick. Hold it. Exhale. Lower leg. Breath in. Relax muscles.

"Now I'm ready. Are you ready to learn?"