"Greetings, synthetic. I understand you wish to learn the ways of power and speed. To deflect and redirect attack with you own strenthg. If one can call it your own strength. Considering this is my first role-play post...I mean job in a few hundred years: you might want to pay attention."
"I will begin with a test of your speed..." He said keeping a last gambit.
The room was large and empty, with a single blast door standing open at its end. It was from this doorway that the voice was emanating, echoing through the chamber easily before its owner stepped past the threshold. Enter Elgyn; striding purposefully, the unlit pommel of his long-handled saber resting in his left hand and the shortened pommel of a shoto in his right. He only moved a few feet into the room, leaving a good ten meters between himself and the droid, and from here he continued.
"So, synthetic, you will show me your speed. And you will do it with this..." He laid the shoto pommel to the side of his boot. "You will have visitors whom you will want to deal with--but I hope you enjoy the boom at the end."
He stepped backward then, back over the threshold of the blast door, which closed before him with a resounding clang, as two slim doorways opened at either side of the room. From their depths came clanking, rolling, the unmistakable shapes of two identical droidekas. Of the droids' signature blast shields, there was no sign, no telltale bluish distortion of the air, not even a projector mounted on their chassis, but as they unfolded it was clear their weaponry was very much operational. They began firing immediately, advancing on the droid on their tripod legs.
Meanwhile, Elgyn had moved to a makeshift table and chairs made of shipping crates and a dirty cloth, chips and cards strewn over its surface as he picked up his discarded hand. "Okay, where were we... all those melodramatics got me thirsty--Katri, be a dear?"
At the table with him sat two rather beautiful women; a violet-skinned Twi'lek with gleaming bluish tattoos over her arms, and a Togruta whose lekku were decorated with silver rings. The latter of these plucked a frosty bottle from a cooler and passed it to Elgyn, who grinned appreciatively. One might never know that these women were synthetics, like the man who, to the best of Elgyn's knowledge, was fighting for his life in the locked room. They'd been designed that way.
"Seriously though--is that how Sith are supposed to act or am I just reading too many Dark Side romance novellas?" He laughed softly. "I really hope he survives, though. I've met a lot of droids and just from first impressions he seems... well, spunky."
"Y'know, at first glance."