IC (Vel Orral)
The young Zelosian barely had time to swear as the great beast barreled towards him. A lightsaber couldn’t do much too several tons of muscle, rage and predatory instinct. Where were the others? With a strength born of desperation and fear, the apprentice leapt out of the predator’s path, collapsing in a mess of limbs and ill-temper. Few beings could face an adult rancor, one seemingly intent on eating them, without that reaction. Blind panic when charged at by a Rancor was more or less universal.
The droid cocked his head for a moment, an odd gesture from a mechanical being. “I would prefer to remain active. I am still processing my overall approach this particular strategic theater. If it would impede your work however….I understand.” TD-69 paused. "I have observed your record. You have shown a marked deviation from the norm. You are more efficent then many in the employ of the Confederacy. Such a thing should be noted." In it's own, odd, cold way, the droid was making small-talk.
IC (Mother Talzin)
Talzin inclined her head in Jaron’s general direction, a small gesture of acknowledgement. “I do endeavor to prepare the apprentices for war. In times of peace, I suspect Scitus would not allow me so much…leeway.” Her tone of voice made it clear just what she thought of that. The wrinkled night sister grinned for a moment. “But then, he doesn’t have much choice does he? War strips away the illusions beings place upon themselves I find. Did you need something? Or do you wish to observe?”
One the apprentices, a Zeltron female by the name of Sashya, stepped forward into the small clearing, while the rest of the dark-robed mass merely observed. She’d joined up with the Sith a few years ago, found her on a back-water colony even she couldn’t remember all that clearly. Sashya smirked, observing her enemy, making notes on his style, the way he held his blade. Best to test him a bit before she got serious, she tapped into the dark side, drawing upon the energies swirling about the unnatural forest that grew within the room. Moving with supernatural speed born of these energies, she lunged forwards, hoping to blade-lock her enemy with one training saber whilst striking him with another.
A simple maneuver, but his response would tell her much.
Edited by Basilisk, Aug 14 2013 - 09:32 PM.
"Water shapes its course according to the nature of the ground over which it flows; the soldier works out his victory in relation to the foe whom he is facing."
— Sun Tzu, The Art of War
"Be it thy course to busy giddy minds with foreign quarrels."
— King Henry IV, Henry IV Part 2