Jedi Training Facilities

[GA Employee]

GAIS Agents Bames Jond and M'ddie Eurphy continued their tour of the Temple while they waited for the Jedi Council to inform them of the decision. In the meantime the guards assigned them had led them to the training rooms to do as Master Kardel had suggested and watch some of the younglings train.

[Androth Keeth]

A tall male Zabrak dressed in black Jedi robes, his hood pulled over his horns, walked up to the GA agents and bowed his heavily tattooed head in a show of respect. "Greetings my friends," he said with deep, robust voice. "I am Jedi Weapons Master Androth Keeth. The Council has informed me that you are interested in viewing some of our training exercises."

"Do any of you have a personal preference as to what form of training you would like to witness first?" Androth's poisonous green eyes , black and white tattoos, dark robes and large stature gave him a rather intimidating air.

[Teagan Skywalker]

The doors of the main turbolift opened on the third floor of the Jedi Training Facilities and Jedi Knight Teagan Skywalker walked out into the large complex. A harsh silence took over the area as everyone in view stopped to look at the young man.

News had been traveling fast around the temple. Everyone knew there was a Skywalker among them but not everyone knew who it was. With the never-ending reports of his exploits on Zeltros Teagan had become an over-night celebrity. At first it had made him laugh at just how ridiculous it all was, but it was quickly growing tiresome. He couldn't even sit in the Viper's Den without falling victim to stares and whispers. "Blasted reporters," Teagan grumbled before rubbing his neck and heading off in the direction of a particularly loud area in the training rooms.

The humming and clashing sounds of lightsabers, as well as more stares, greeted Teagan as he approached one of the many dueling rings. He grinned at the Jedi Knight overseeing the advanced level padawans as he walked up next to him. “How’re they doing,” Teagan asked.

“Oh they’re doing just fine,” came the Knight’s husky reply. “Master Androth has an exceptional training regiment set up for the advanced classes.”

Teagan nodded and brought his hands together behind his back. He watched silently as the two padawans performed various and impressive feats of lightsaber prowess.

[Mercy Freestrike]

Mercy's entrance into the training room was somewhat noisier then Teagan's, rather then stares and whispers Mercy was met by the shrill squeals of excited kids who much to the teachers chagrin dropped their exercises to run over and cluster about her expectantly. With an apologetic smile tot he teacher Mercy obediently kneels down to receive hugs and listen to whatever the kids just had to tell her before she could convince them to go back to their classes.

Extricating herself from the kids after a few moments Mercy stopped to exchange a few words with the trainers and older Jedi milling about before making her way over to Teagan who was busy watching two apprentices train. Mostly because she knew it might torment him Mercy slung an elbow up on Teagans shoulders and mocked leaning on him - despite the fact that he was far to tall for her to do so comfortably. She sent a charming smile at the Knight Teagan as speaking to before turning her gaze onto Teagan himself.

"So the kids think your a hero and want your autograph" She held up a rather crumpled piece of paper and showed it to him "Also one of them drew this for you but your scary and they didn't want to give it to you themselves" she continued glancing at the paper which depicted what might or might not be Teagan in a heroic pose "A pretty good rendition don't you think?" She asked him with a grin

[Teagan Skywalker]

"I'm scary," he asked with a bewildered look on his face. "I'm grumpy, not scary."

Teagan looked at the drawing Mercy held up to him and sighed. He grinned slightly and his chest, unbeknownst to him, inflated ever so slightly. His elation was short lived as he furrowed his brow at the picture. He turned his eyes back to the dueling padawans. "They shouldn't look up to me like that."

[Mercy Freestrike]

Mercy rolled her eyes slightly "Their kids...they'd look up to a stuffed animal if it got on the holonet, they could do worse then a fellow Jedi" She declared "And grumpy is scary to children Teagan, they don't exactly work on a fully developed emotional system quite yet".

Turning her gaze to the dueling students she glanced at him sideways "SO what do you think? You need a bit of practice to get back into top form after your little med wing stay?"

[Teagan Skywalker]

"Well they should," he said stubbornly. "It'd make my life a lot easier." He crossed his arms over his chest, noting that Mercy had yet to remove her arm from his shoulder. He shrugged, mentally, knowing she was more uncomfortable than he was and decided to wait her out.

He turned his head back to her, his face showing his sideways grin. "Are you actually trying to help me," he asked her. "Or are you just curious to see if I can actually move without looking like a Bantha in heels?"

[Mercy Freestrike]

Mercy sighed and pulled her elbow off Teagan since it didn't seem to be tormenting him any, or if it was he wasn't about to let on about it - stubborn man. Tipping her head sideways slightly she rubbed her chin in mock thought "Hmm..maybe a bit of both...or perhaps I just want to raise my own reputation by being seen hanging out with thee Teagan Skywalker" she teased.

[Teagan Skywalker]

Teagan rolled his eyes and let his arms drop to his sides. The training duel came to an end with an auburn haired girl besting a blue nautalon male. The pair left the ring, which was simply that, a ring on the floor.

Teagan held his hand out in front of himself conceding the lead to Mercy. "After you Madame Freestrike," he said with a grin.

[Mercy Freestrike]

Mercy beamed at Teagan and made her way into the ring - maybe a good duel would get Teagan's mind off of the publicity that had surrounded his trip, and despite their peaceful preachings Mercy didn't know too many Jedi who didn't enjoy a good duel now and again.

Reaching the other side of the ring Mercy turned to face Teagan, saber hilt in hand but not yet ignited. "whenever your ready sick boy" she baited him with a smile.

[Teagan Skywalker]

Teagan chuckled and shook his head as he removed his robe. He stepped into the ring and force pulled his hilt off of his belt, the metallic cylinder slapping into his hand. "Whatever you say blondie."

"Alright," came the overseeing Jedi Knight's voice. "Both your sabers are at full power so no striking your opponent. You can only win by disarming or holding the blade at your opponent's neck."

Teagan nodded, never taking his eyes off of Mercy. He pressed the activation panel on his hilt and the emerald blade jumped to life. He brought the blade up vertically in front of his face and swung the blade down and out to his side in a Makashi salute. "I'll be sure to go easy on you," he called to her from across the ring. "Don't want your image around the temple tarnished after all."

[Mercy Freestrike]

"Thats Miss Blonde and Pink to you sir" She retorted flipping a strand of dyed hair out of her eyes to accentuate her point. Nodding in response to the Knights words - which was the typical warning and limitations given to duels such as theirs and Mercy had heard it many many time's before.

Igniting her own blade which sprung forth as a rather unconventional pink - but then very little about Mercy was conventional - she brought it forward in her own salute before responding to his comment.

"Oh sweetie...my reputation is nontarnishable, I'm just too darn cute to tarnish" she let out a small sigh as though deeply troubled by this burden, and although she seemed more focused on her verbal duel then the physical one which faced her Mercy's green eyes were watching Teagan's every move, although it was not solely sight she was using to give her advanced warning of an attack, Mercy kept a keen mind open for any flicker or change of emotion from Teagan , anything which might foretell his movements as she dropped into a defensive stance.

[Teagan Skywalker]

Teagan took a few steps forward, keeping his sword arm angled forward so it would be in front of the rest of his body. "Sweetie," he said with raised brows and a smirk. "Interesting choice of words to use against your opponent."

Turning his final step into a lunge Teagan extended his sword arm out into a theatrical stab aimed for the center of Mercy's chest, putting nearly all his weight onto his lead foot at the end of the maneuver.

[Mercy Freestrike]

Mercy shrugged slightly but didn't respond as she watched Teagan's approach warily, Mercy was far from the best saber duelist in the Temple..but Chase had at least ensured she was competent and her experiences and other abilities made her very observant.

As Teagan's hand rose to begin his stab as he made his final step Mercy brought her off hand up and aimed the palm towards Teagan's eyes, the gesture was quick and the instant she had it aimed a brilliant flash of light burst forth like a dazzling mini star, hoping that the flash of light would temporarily effect Teagans vision Mercy stepped sideways and lashed her saber out in a quick sideways strike intended to knock his on hilt from hand.

[Teagan Skywalker]

Teagan had to give mercy some credit, he hadn't seen the flash technique coming. Well, he had and that was the problem. Unable to close his eyes in time he took the full force of the flash. The effect was that of a typical flash from a holo camera and it forced Teagan's eyes to lose focus for the briefest of moments. That didn't stop his danger-sense however and he transferred his weight back to his rear foot on instinct.

Teagan's eyesight came back into focus just in time to see Mercy's blade glide along his own retreating blade. As the smell of electricity filled the surrounding area Teagan cocked his arm back, bending at the elbow, and lunged forward again, repeating his prior maneuver. His weight was left, once again, on his leading foot as the tip of his saber careened towards Mercy's chest.