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Post by Talpha Freeborn on Oct 9, 2009 16:34:45 GMT -5
A sigh of relief passed over Talpha when Amber explained that it wouldn't be the same program that her mother had put her in. For that she would be greatful, as much as she wanted to show her mother she was more responsible and better adept at handling situations.
"Okay good, so where do we start then?"
She set her stuffed Rancor down on the table and returned her attention to Amber.
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Amber Storm
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Post by Amber Storm on Oct 19, 2009 7:18:40 GMT -5
"At the very beginning" Amber answered, guiding Talpha towards the training room by the shoulder. "First we'll outfit you with a training saber, then we'll go over a few of the basics, I' know you've trained with your mom..but I need a better idea of your actual skill level before I can work out a suitable program for you to follow" she continued as they left the room.
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Post by Talpha Freeborn on Oct 23, 2009 11:01:13 GMT -5
Over the last week Talpha and Amber had spent countless hours in the training room working on many different aspects of her training. Starting with the most basic of stances and moving on to more complicated things. The training was going well as far as Talpha could tell. Amber was good with her constructive criticism whenever Talpha made a mistake which make training that much more enjoyable. With each day the training room was less of a frightening place to be and became oddly fun to work in. When the time came each night to end their long hours of training Talpha dragged her tired and sometimes sore body up to her room to get a few hours of sleep.
Occasionally Amber couldn't be there to train her but that didn't stop Talpha from working on her lightsaber techniques and with training remotes outside of the training room. She had something to prove to everyone, that she wasn't the stuck up little girl form Dathomir that had first arrived at the mansion not long ago. No it was time to prove to her mother, and anyone else concerned, that she was or at least would soon be, a well trained warrior who could best her enemies quickly and efficiently. For deep within her lay the blood of the DJO and that was enough to get her through these rough days of training.
Now as another day was beginning she made her way to the kitchen to grab some food before the training room called to her once more. After the kitchen droid made her a hearty breakfast she sat down at the table and began to eat while mentally going over the previous days training.
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