Training and sparring

[Thallai Brawsta]

Thallai growled as she spun the force pike around her body and brought one end down on the dummy she was practicing on, scoring a solid hit, again. She had been practicing on the dummy for almost fifteen minutes, but it wasn't any kind of substitute for real training. The dummy didn't move or react to her blows, something that severely limited its potential as a training device.

Sighing, Thallai stepped back from the dummy and looked around the training room. There were other students, but they were absorbed in their own training and she didn't think it would do them any good if she started bothering people for a sparring match. Might not serve her either, come to think of it, if one of them reacted too violently and she somehow got blamed for it.

With another annoyed growl, Thallai stepped towards the dummy and took another swing at it with the force pike. The dummy took another hit, but of course, it still didn't react to the blow in any fashion. This time Thallai stepped completely away from it, trying to control her frustration with how pointless this exercise was and looking around hoping to find someone who was available for a sparring match.

[member="Zacharaiah"]

 

[Zacharaiah]

Starchaser was one if the few padawans able to annihilate an enemy, dispatch groups, and be an overall powerhouse with a little grace to his step. He took out three other padawans on his own with a force saber, that ended up becoming two force sabers both being used in the reverse grip. He barely broke a sweat.

"Damn it Starkiller, if you keep fighting like that you'll kill someone." A student said to him.

"If you die it's because of your own folly because you were too weak to match. A Jedi would not hesitate to kill you. Especially a Silver Jedi." Zacharaiah Starkiller growled and stepped away from them. "Who is next? Girl with the pike, what do you say? How about we spar with a wager? Winner gets the other as a slave."

[member="Thallai Brawsta"]

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

"...Our facilities also come equipped with a fully comprehensive training room. As you can see, many of our padawans are already finding much use out of it...Wait, is that?...Gregory, can you zoom in and tell me who that one padawan is?"

The guide's face had turned from "the forced cheer involved when trying to put on a show for an Inquisitor" to "legitimate concern". His question had been directed at a man currently working the security system right outside the training room. The man replied after typing in a few console commands and a couple seconds of close inspection of the footage.

"It's...It's [member="Zacharaiah"] again, sir..."

"Dammit. Hasn't that boy caused enough trouble for the other padawans? I thought he was told to leave the grounds for the day??"

"That was yesterday, sir, and it was his first offense..."

"...Likely to not be his last--"

"--I'll handle it, Commander," interrupted Jack. The commander opened his mouth to intercede and convey that that wouldn't be necessary, but Jack was already walking out the door. The commander turned to Gregory, sighed and said,

"Keep an eye on this, will you?"

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Jack walked out in time to hear a snippet of conversation from the trouble student.

How about we spar with a wager? Winner gets the other as a slave.

He saw the familiar woman he was talking to and his face darkened as he remembered his father and all of the "slaves" he had "abused". It was a PTSD of sorts, but he had largely come to grips with the past. He did not fly into a rage, like he might have in the past. Instead, he approached the two and stared at the young male with dangerous eyes.

"As entertaining as that may seem, slavery of your fellow One Sith family is forbidden and there are many of us willing to enforce that with extreme prejudice. Now, favors, credits, humiliation and/or acts of service? Such things are acceptable...I'll be over here training in case you want me to come over and act as a witness, referee, what-have-you, etc..."

With that, he tipped his head at the both of them and then walked a short distance over to the Force power training section.

[member="Thallai Brawsta"]

 

[Zacharaiah]

As he awaited an answer he heard the Knight talk to him. He wasn't one to disrespect others even if he was blunt. "As a class leader others need to learn to defeat tough opponents. I am a tough opponent. Besides I hold back on the other trainees so I don't kill them. The only reason I'd kill my Allies is if they attempted to kill me or betray us. I have my reasons for being so rough. The instructors are being too soft on the padawans that do not progress, or show little improvement. It's proven that put a being in a sense of danger and they will fight harder than ever to survive. I'm trying to train my peers so that if they fight someone like the woman I had a vision of on Balmorra, they would be able to match her to an extent. She damn near killed Belgerath and Kylath, and if she didn't have other motives they would surely be dead if they haven't bled out by now.----"

"As for the slavery, I was merely going to ask to see her face and to take her on a date. I'm strict yes, but I'm not despicable." Zacharaiah had finished. "I'm not the kind of person that abuses "slaves". I live to serve the One Sith, but that doesn't mean I cannot have harmless fun. Jedi prisoners are different from temporary slaves off of a small wager, but as you wish."

Turning back to [member="Thallai Brawsta"], he would chuckle. "So what do you say to showing your face and going out with me? I might be up tight but I do know how to have fun. Of course, you get to choose my punishment if I lose, within reason of course."

[member="Jack Mirrikh"]

 

[Thallai Brawsta]

Thallai had been ignoring the gabble of the other students until one of them spoke directly to her. Turning to face the man, she raised an eyebrow at his challenge but didn't get out a reply before someone a bit more familiar walked in and told him his bet was outlawed before going over to train. "Oh, a referee is always welcome when something is being wagered." she said, her mask giving her voice a slight echo. After that she listened to her challengers response to Jack's criticism. She agreed with him about training, and his new wager was harmless enough.

"I'll take your wager. I don't have a punishment in mind at the moment though, so unless you want to wait for me to come up with something before starting, I'll have to tell you when I beat you. Don't worry, I'm not cruel." Thallai said, her tone calm as she took a few steps toward her opponent so they were within sparring distance. "Well then, shall we begin?" Thallai spun the staff around in one hand as she spoke before bringing it down to the typical saber-staff ready stance, ready to defend against an attack by her opponent.

[member="Jack Mirrikh"]
[member="Zacharaiah"]