Remi the Grey
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07.16.2012 , 04:32 AM |
Part 2.15 Sparring
“Why do you spar against machines?” Lord Scourge asked from the doorway. Remi practiced against a Mark XXI training droid. It was set to a level of difficulty that would kill most people, even Jedi, but she dodged around its attacks easily. They had saved Belsavis from the Emperor’s ritual and were en route to the strange newly discovered planet Voss, he noticed the Jedi trained thrice daily when they were idle.
She jumped over a low sweep from the droid, her body gracefully spinning through the air to land on the opposite side. She executed a quick strike pattern, the droid lit green to indicate she had scored a disabling hit. She reset the droid and started again.
“Well,” she said without pausing, “Doc disapproves of getting injured, Rusk used live rounds and almost blew a hole in the hull, Kira can’t stand losing so we only spar to train her, and T7 is a droid.”
“You could spar with me.” He wondered why he was offering.
“Hmm,” she said executing a scissor kick that lit another green light. This time she did not reset the droid. She turned to face him raising an eyebrow, “Not sure I trust you.” She smiled slightly to soften her words.
Scourge narrowed his eyes, “I fight at your side. If you do not trust me, how could you turn your back to me in those situations?”
She shrugged a shoulder flourishing her training blade lazily, “We have a common purpose now, and I trust you not to kill me until we’re done. When you fight side by side, your focus is on the enemy. You see your partner fight you may even study him, but you are never focused on him.” She paused and examined the droid for any damage. “Sparring on the other hand, your focus is on your partner, you learn their movements, their weaknesses, you know them and they know you. It requires trust beyond the moment; it means you believe they won’t try to kill you later.” She turned to look at him tilting her head to the side.
“You fear me.” He said crossing his arms. It was more of a challenge than an insult. The truth was, she was right, and he wanted to try his blade against hers. She was more skilled than the others he had fought or trained with, she would have to be to defeat the Emperor.
She walked up to him, her height did not even reach his chin and she was half his weight fully armored, but he sensed no fear in her when she looked into his eyes. “I’m just not sure I want to get that intimate with you.” She grinned broadly when he scowled.
“Do not flatter yourself.” He said, taking off his outer robe, hanging it on a peg. He walked to a rack of sparring weapons and selected a staff. Remi raised an eyebrow at that; he did not fight with a double-bladed lightsaber. “I apologize,” he said mockingly. “Are you only capable of fighting in one style?”
She reached out and Force pulled a second training saber to her hand. She did not normally dual-wield because her heavy armor left her less mobile. “Force use or just skills?” She asked.
“You think you can match me with just skills?” He taunted.
Her eyes lit delightedly as she attacked her new playmate.
Lord Scourge sparred against a droid but he was thinking of Remi. When she was a Jedi, they fought twice a day when they were not active, and they did learn each other. They practiced in every style they knew, both with the Force and without, often pointing out each other’s weakness until it no longer existed. They even fought hand to hand though it was rather unfair without the Force. Remi often ended up at the bottom of a takedown move, but she was always game and sometimes managed to surprise him with an arm lock or a counter before his skill and superior strength won the match. He wondered if she had been flirting with him during that first conversation when she spoke of intimacy. He had no interest at the time and had not played those games in centuries. He executed a disabling strike against the droid, it powered down. A noise behind him made him turn.
“My Lord, we have arrived at Nar Shaddaa.” Jaesa said bowing. She straightened slowly; the outfit she had chosen today was interesting. A hooded, tightly fitting sleeveless shirt that left her midriff exposed. She wore a short skirt with it that was slit up one side all the way to her hip. She studied him through lowered lids, he had been sparring shirtless, her eyes traveled over him shamelessly.
Lord Scourge was bemused for a moment at her heavy-handed attempt at seduction. He had forgotten how forward Sith women could be. After her initial transformation as a Sith, Remi had gone back to being somewhat reticent about her desires.
Taking his bemused expression as encouragement, Jaesa stepped closer. “I haven’t been planet side here for longer than a day since I became a Sith. I thought someone like you could show me things.”
“Things.” He repeated unsure if he should scowl or laugh at her.
“Yes, I’m sure someone with your experience could show me all kinds of things down there.” She licked her lips. “I told you I admire you, and I would love to learn anything you’re willing to teach. I can be more to you than an ally; I can be whatever you need.”
She bowed again this time kneeling before him. She looked back up with a glint in her eye; he did not realize what she was doing until she reached for his belt. He grabbed her hand and yanked her into a standing position, pretending to ignore what she had been about to do. “You must not kneel to me,” he said frowning, “You already have a master.” He grabbed his robe and walked out of the practice room trying not to run.
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