The Star Wars Iconic Characters and the Lords of the Expanse: Hunting Grounds...

[Pbartender]

Set scowls a bit in fustration and decides to change his tactics and attempts to disarm the fencing master.

Dueling Class:
Round 2!

Set thrashes his lightfoil at his opponent's blade. The blades lock together momentarily, and Set pushes and twists with all his strength to wrench the blade from the instructor's grip. Just as it seems the instructor is about to drop his weapon, he looks Set straight in the eye, smiles and deactivates his lightfoil. The blade disappears and the sudden lack of resistance throws Set off balance. The instructor hammers the basket hilt of his deactivated foil down onto Set's wrist. But even though Set's fingers tingle with a temporary numbness, he refuses to let go of his own weapon.

With Set stumbling to regain his balance, the Barnaban sidesteps out of the way gives Set a light kick on the rump. Too light for its intended purpose, for Set fails to fall flat and instead spins about to face his opponent again.

"One mistake of every novice combatant is the failure to use their weaponry, armory, environment and terrian to it fullest potential. For example, a lightfoil, unlike most melee weapons, can have it's killing surface completely deactivated. Without an actual blade, it is quite difficult to disarm your opponent... Unless, of course, you truly 'disarm' them... Ahem! Heh ha!" he chuckles at his own pun.

Set fails the disarm. The Instructor fails a retaliatory disarm, and then fails to trip Set.

 

[Arani Korden]

"You honor me. I'll try and make sure that whatever time you clear for me won't be wasted."

Dorn grins while pulling up a chair beside Arani's. He takes her hand in his as he sits down, his eyes drinking in the sight of her.

"So you talked to Sia? I can only imagine how that conversation went."

"Pretty well, actually. She's very happy. And I imagine it was more fun than your conversation with Sen will be."

Arani walks to the kitchenette for a moment, quickly returning with three cups of tea. ooc: Wait for it.

"Oh...by the way...about those dance lessons you mentioned...whatever you do, don't let Sia try to teach those. Have you ever seen...well...I mean...I don't think it can be described...what she calls dancing..."

"She offered. I politely declined, on the grounds that I'm more familiar with traditional courtly forms. I'm hoping to have Rory shepherd her at the ball, since you know how good a dancer he is."

 

[Arani Korden]

"He is certainly very fit, a good partner. I wish you much pleasure with him."

And there's the spit take. Arani sputters for a moment. "Um, thank you." She says, since it's the thought that counts.

"I thought that she would be a good dancer, she is trim and agile."

"You'd think that. But she's not."

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

Rorworr lets Sia drag him into the lift. "Nothing slows you down, does it? Even getting socked in the jaw doesn't make you break your stride." He shakes his head, an amused grin on his face.

He holds the door open for Sen, before calling out. "Going up!" as he presses the button for the suite's floor.

Sia laughs at Rory's comment. "Never!"

Then she glances over to the silent Vor'en. "Do you ever talk? Or is your language replete with only groans and grunts?" She gave him a friendly punch in the armored gut and then wrinkled her nose slightly. "Ouch...why do you dress like you're about to walk right into a major battle any second? You should dress like Rory," the Jedi indicated with a slightly wicked if rather lip swollen grin.

 

[Set Harth]

Set struggles to keep his anger in check at being embaressed by the instructor. He reaches out his hand and calls the instructors deactivated foil into his free hand. (Move Object +5)

If Success:
And then says "Crude weapons, poor equipment for a Jedi, but good enough for play I suppose." Set's arrogant tone is plain to hear. "I fear I must be go As my friends will be wondering about me. Thank you for the instruction Master" Set bows, hands the foils back and uses the force to call his robes to him before leaving.

If Fails:
Set grins at the instructor's reaction, "I must apollogise Master, but I believe I'm a bit over matched, and Yield. My friends are sure to be worrying about me. Thank you for the instruction. Set bows, hands the foil back and uses the force to call his robes to him before leaving.

 

[Dorn Tavers]

"Pretty well, actually. She's very happy. And I imagine it was more fun than your conversation with Sen will be."

Dorn's smile fades slightly as he looks down, a worried expression quickly flickering across his features.

"Yeah...I guess you are right about that. I have to admit that I've been avoiding thinking about that. I know what he will say."

The young Jedi sighs quietly and absently runs a hand through his hair as he makes a visible effort to shore up his confidence. He offers Arani another smile, his eyes meeting hers.

"It doesn't matter, though. I'm happy, and I know he will eventually come to understand that."

 

[Arani Korden]

"It doesn't matter, though. I'm happy, and I know he will eventually come to understand that."

"He will. I know he will."

Arani takes Dorn's hand in both of hers and kisses it once, softly.

"Whatever happens, we've got each other, and we've got our friends. All of them."

 

[Pbartender]

Set struggles to keep his anger in check at being embaressed by the instructor. He reaches out his hand and calls the instructors deactivated foil into his free hand.

As the instructor speaks to class, he gestures with the lightfoil for emphasis. Suddenly, it slips from his hand and begins to tumble through the air. His composure momentarily lost, he jumps to snatch it back out of the air with a surprised "Oh, hey!"

Th instructor rolled a 13 for his Will Save, which tied your DC for the Move Object. He keeps a hold on the weapon, but just barely.

Once he has the weapon safely within his grasp, he looks at Set and laughs. "Well, well, well, the Jedi has indeed learned the lesson for the day!" he exclaims almost proudly. He turns to the students, waving the deactivated light foil at them, "And he learned it much more quickly than any of you sluggards.

"Well done, Sir Padawan, well done indeed. All these pups are far too frightened of me to really try anything insteresting. It's always 'Yes, Master', 'No, Master', 'I'd like to ask your permission to wet my pants, Master'. You've made my day, Jedi, you truly have."

Set grins at the instructor's reaction, "I must apollogise Master, but I believe I'm a bit over matched, and Yield. My friends are sure to be worrying about me. Thank you for the instruction. Set bows, hands the foil back and uses the force to call his robes to him before leaving.

The Barnaban steps over to shake Set's hand before he leaves. As he stands with his hand clasped to Set's, he holds Set tight and close. His jovial demear falls away, and he says in a voice too low for the dispersing students to hear, "I have two final lessons for you, before you leave, Sir Padawan...

"First, you weren't as outmatched as might think you were. That thought alone defeated you before the duel began, and is precisely why none of these nerf-herders will ever best me.

"Second, it is plain to see by anyone who looks for it, that a skillful tongue wounds your heart more certainly than any skillful sword. Keep that in mind, and prepare your defenses accordingly.

"You have remarkable skill with a blade, and the potential to become your Master's greatest pride, or greatest folly.

He releases his grip and steps back with a bow. "Farewell, Sir Padawan," he says outloud. "For good or ill, go to your friends, for they are those who stand beside you in good or ill. I grant you Good Luck and God Speed, and may the Force be at your beck and call in times of need.

"Should you ever return to this part of the sector, then I invite you make a call on Baron Victrolo Celeri d'Hellios, and I would gladly receive you and your comrades most graciously." He winks and smiles widely, before gathering the remainder of his dueling equipment on a small repulsor cart, and leaving.

 

[Set Harth]

Set wanders back to the apartments given to him and his companions by Deel. "Ah, You'll all still here. I thought most of you would be exploring the City, As I did." Set struggles to keep his eyes from drifting towards the Valara's robed form, then gives it up as useless. "Valara, I think we should talk in private. Will you join me on the balcony?" Set holds his hand out to Valara his eyes beseeching her as he attempts to read her expression.

 

[Arani Korden]

"Ah, You'll all still here. I thought most of you would be exploring the City, As I did."

"We did. We're back. Lovely, isn't it?"

Arani readies an action. When/if Valara gets up to join Set, she'll take a moment to fix Val's hair, straighten her robe, and whisper "Good luck."