Remi the Grey
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06.23.2012 , 10:00 PM |
Part 5. Sith Partner
Remi lay on the bed in her quarters watching surveillance footage of her former friends and crewmates. She would not spy on them in their bunks but the public areas were fair game. She watched Lord Scourge pace slowly up and down the corridor. The ship felt cramped to her when she was alone; to someone like him with three other people it must be oppressive.
, she though bitterly.
He feels nothing. I should have made his quarters too small for him to lie down.
She chuckled at the thought before feeling guilty. She closed her eyes thinking back to those last days on Tython before she threw everything away.
Remi faced Lord Scourge across the practice grounds. A smile hovered about her lips as she watched the Sith Lord circle. They heard the call and began the bout starting with Shii-Cho. The students were familiar with the form; it was the first form they learned in martial combat styles. Shii-Cho was developed during the transition between edged weapons and lightsabers. Novices tended to look clumsy with the standard strike-parry patterns but in the hands of the two masters, the random almost chaotic strikes were like watching water and magma as the red and blue sabers lashed at each other, each attempting to rip the other out of its wielder’s hand.
The call rang out, Lord Scourge kept to Shii-Cho but his strikes became more vicious and deadly. Remi switched to Makashi form. The students were no longer taught Makashi, Soresu was more practical for modern defensive combat, but the point of the lesson was to show all the different forms and how they compare to each other.
The call rang out again Remi switched to Soresu. They continued the demonstration systematically comparing each form until they both used the Juyo, the seventh and most aggressive form. This was the part all the students enjoyed, Lord Scourge and Remi always ended the demonstration with an all-out sparring match that ended only in surrender choosing whatever form made the best counter.
Today Lord Scourge chose Ataru form, the aggressive acrobatics were a crowd pleaser and Remi often wondered if that was why he chose it. It was amazing to watch such a large man leap and spin, light, graceful, and deadly. Remi chose Soresu, patiently waiting for her opening; the form allowed her to conserve energy by efficiently dodging and parrying. She saw her opportunity to strike; normally, she would choose Shien form to go on the offensive. Today she switched to Juyo reaching to the Force to focus a burst of aggressive attacks. The unusual sequence and choice caught Lord Scourge off guard, she moved in for the killing strike reversing her saber at the last moment. Lord Scourge conceded the match.
A young sith looks up with terrified eyes as she moves in for the killing strike.
Remi blinked as the memory slipped away. She stepped back bowing to Lord Scourge. He returned the gesture a glint of approval in his eye. She addressed the students waving down their applause. They were so young, too young to know that this was not entertainment, too young to know their elders frowned on accolades for fighting, too young to know that they should be contemplating the different forms and their purpose. They only knew the bout was exciting and one day they would learn to do that.
“All right, who can tell me the weaknesses of the first form?” She asked.
“Master Remi?” Master Kavil called. “A word, if you please.”
Remi had Kira take over the analysis of forms. “Master Kavil?”
“Yes, thank you for taking a moment, we were wondering,” he said gesturing at the other masters who had witnessed the match. “What you are doing teaching the initiates with that Sith?”
Remi glanced back at the Sith Lord who had moved to the shadows of the training grounds. He watched the young Jedi like a manka cat watching a herd after a large meal. Satisfied now, it would feed on them later. “He helps me show the strengths and weaknesses of the different styles. It would be difficult to find another partner who knows all the forms as well as he does.”
His face twitched when she said the word partner. “But he’s a Sith!”
Master Remi tilted her head, “What should I make him do? Harvest crystals and sew Jedi robes?”
Master Kavil set his jaw. The young Master’s penchant for sarcasm never sat well with the older members of the enclave. They felt it was a sign of immaturity; she was not ready to be a master. “You should make him a Jedi or you should never have brought him to Tython! He is a Sith!”
Remi sighed. “As you well know, you can’t Force someone to be a Jedi.”
“Lord Praven became one!”
“I offered him a choice. He was the one who took it.” Remi reminded him. “You also told me one of my duties as a master is to teach here on Tython. You wouldn’t let him wander around Republic space by himself. This is the only logical solution.”
“He’s corrupting the initiates!”
“What?” Master Remi looked over at Scourge who avoided the initiates, padawan, Jedi, and Masters equally.
“They respect him!”
“We should respect our enemies, not for what they do but the danger they represent.”
“They want to be like him!”
“Young men see a powerful man; they want to be powerful too. They will learn that power is not everything that is why they are here.”
“They don’t fear him!”
At this Master Remi laughed. It rang across the courtyard attracting the attention of several student and their teachers. Lord Scourge also looked up from the shadows at Remi. “Well master there is no emotion, there is peace.” Remi said, still smiling. “Unfortunately it’s not true yet; quite a few of the youngsters are terrified of him. But I think if they learn to overcome their fear it’s for the better.” Having said his piece, Master Kavil huffed a bit before he and the other masters left to convene the council. Remi walked back to finish the lesson, she had a feeling she had not heard the last of that conversation.