Training Room: Way of the Krayt Dragon [PM for Invite]

[Montana]

The sweat poured down and away from Montana as he dashed, jumped, and swung his saber. The space around him filled with the cyan arcs of an energy blade. Backward, forward, overhead, and below the belt, the lightsaber touched every angle it could before he ended his barrage of attacks at the opposite end of the training room.

Montana sheathed his lightsaber as air once again filled his lungs and his flushed green face returned to it’s normal pale white color. “How long? How long?” He muttered to himself as he checked the time on his datapad. He’d been training in solitude for the past two hours with two more to go. He usually had company but it seemed the day was slow for Jedi who cared to train.

As the lightsaber clipped to his belt Montana kicked off his boots and removed the top half of his robes revealing his athletic muscular build, which proved that his face was the only effeminate thing about him. He sat down, still absorbing the break he had allowed himself, and took a sip of his canteen, the water refreshed his mind and plant like body.

He got to his feet and stretched ready for round two.

 

[Kenrath]

Xander was passing by one of the training rooms coming back from an interesting little tree climbing exercise in one of the gardens. Meeting Mysa had been a fascinating experience for Xander. It had been a while since he had seen such innocence in a child even if she did know entirely to much for a girl her age.

As he passed the last room in the row he glanced in noticing another one of the padwans stretching. He paused for a few moments before stepping into the room approaching [member="Montana"] with a nod.

"Finishing up or getting ready to start?"

Xander stood there with his hands casually clasped behind his back watching Montana stretch.

 

[Montana]

“Ready to start… Again actually,” Montana shuffled over his answer. “I’m just doing my daily four hour saber practice. Would you care to join me?” He added as he ran his scarred hands through his hair. The pain of Ziost still whispered through them. It was annoying but bearable and hadn’t stopped Montana from engaging in his rigorous training sessions except for initially. All he had to do was meditate and little by little chunks of the pain would disappear. he’d give it three to four more intense meditation sessions before he was back at one hundred percent.

But now was not the time for meditation, it was the time for training. Montana’s Late Master always said “As a guardian, you gotta’ be strong, even when you’re weak. It would do good for any Jedi to know that, but a guardian especially. Live it, Love it, and Ingrain it in that laser brain, kid.” Suffice to say Montana had the man’s words memorized long ago, even going as far as mouthing them while he spoke, which was funny although borderline disrespectful mockery.

So here he was another day, training through the pain, in hopes of becoming stronger, in knowing he was going to become stronger, even in weakness. The confrontation he had with the mysterious Sith Lord on Ziost only solidified his ideas of ability and his convictions.

Hopefully the other padawan would join him in his combat training. And hopefully that padawan held a decent skill in combat, if not at least Montana would be able to help him further his skills.

[member="Xander Stanforth"]

 

[Kenrath]

Xander looked at [member="Montana"] with a chuckle.

"Only fours hours?" "What do you do with the rest of the day."

Xander stepped further into the room with a shrug.

"The Master's don't really like me sparring other Padawans but I guess what they don't know won't hurt them." "You got any particular form in mind." "I mostly use Makashi but learning one or two of the others is a goal down the road."

He slipped off his outer robe rotating his shoulders working out a few kinks.

 

[Montana]

Montana squinted as the boy laughed and said his almost egotistical comment. Not the words of a Jedi to belittle one’s accomplishments, let alone one so impressive. Montana didn’t know too many people who could be in nonstop motion for four hours straight without tiring, most he did were aliens, and the ones who weren’t were experienced. Experience was hard to tell just by looking at a person, especially in one so youthful, but Montana’s late master helped him learn a couple tricks. Xander didn’t seem to fit the bill. Maybe he was a liar, maybe he was just mean, maybe he was actually a kindred spirit. It didn’t really matter because like the force people changed.

“A lot actually. My species doesn’t really need sleep like you humans do. So I have all twenty-eight hours of the Voss day to do with what I want. I usually tend to the garden or relax in the fields surrounding the temple in my off time, which isn’t much. Other than that I’m always training, now more than ever. I won’t bore you with the specifics. I’m sure I’ve already bored you enough.” Montana was boring himself, maybe because talking about himself wasn’t something he liked to do to much. He was all about vanity but that was more about his appearance than him as a person.

“No form in particular. I was just training in Form V. If you want to learn I could help, depending on your skill level. If not we can just spar. I don’t usually have the pleasure of going against someone who utilizes Makashi.” Montana said as he tied his white hair into a bun, and continued stretching.

[member="Xander Stanforth"]