Caution!!! Hot Sabers Coming Threw (Open, Seafire)

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

It was about mid day on Coruscant, the giant city busy as ever, people going about there business, some of it was even legal.

The Jedi temple was fairly quiet, many Jedi of proper rank had moved on to the other enclave for the blades. Gharassk Ran on the other had was among people who had wished to go but was without master, one who would take him there.

Gharassk saw the Sith's deception, peace was not an option still on Rodea did his thoughts lie, the people that where helpless that his former master was taunting him with. Life's will be lost soon and it would be his fault for not pushing himself to leave.

Gharassk had brought his saber along with him this day he would think over leaving the temple without the councils consent if it would protect his conscience, disobey the council and do the right thing, or let a hand full of Innocent lives be lost with out cause and reason?

Gharassk finished a small meal in the lunch room and then with his energy at a high left for the training halls.

He entered the large room to see a handful of younger and even some older ones with sabers and training drones, or lifting crates off the Flore.

He walked up to one of the panels and keyed in for two remotes, he let them Orient themselves with the room then removed his saber from its belt, igniting it and began his own dance, spins and twirls, All the while thinking about the faces and images of Rodea, the pain those people where in, then he found himself stopped looking down at one of the remotes that had been cut in two by his saber, YEA-OUCH!!! in that minute the other managed to get a shot in hitting him in his right fore arm causing the Togruta to drop the saber, which told the droid to stop, it went to stand by.

Gharassk sighed and knelt over picking up his saber and scooping up the remains of the droid, and returning them to the repair area, where shorted out training droids could be sent, whoever was in charge of it today would be in for a surprise.

He had caused quite a few to watch him, doubtless think to them self what was wrong with the young one today, some of the faces he had seen here before, though non had he made acquaintances with before.

If he wasn't a Jedi he would be worried about being called something to the effect of distrustful, or a annoying nick name.

But he need not worry about that within minutes every one would be back to normal and he would have another remote in his circle.

He rubbed the stun burn for a moment then looked at a waiting timer crono, 10 minutes before he would get a drone.
He moved to a bench and waited...

[Seafire]

A bead of sweat streamed down the side of his face, his amber eyes gazing determinedly at the two droids in front of him. He held the hilt of saber with both hands, feeling the warm purple cloth in his hand and hearing the loud clanking of the two large links. On his mind, was the deserter that was his master, Shandria. His dark brows farrowed to the center, as his eyes grew with a rage that was both misunderstood and chilling. The constant low hum of his sapphire saber drowned out all but his lingering thoughts. Why Shandria, WHY! With the two droids circling around him and possibly trying to find an opening in which to attack the boy, Seafire would only bide his time and let his anger fuel what little power he had.

Though anger flustered his thoughts and guided his senses, the boy was constantly influencing the force around him. As his instructor had taught him and was still instructing him, Seafire let the force guide his saber, while at same time he used his own discipline to practice the sequences and styles in his head. They had to flawless and perfectly fluent. To go from one set to the next was the ideal way to battle in lightsaber combat. That much he learned from Shandria atleast. When the droid finally attempted it's attack by firing - a lower toned - laser blast at him, Seafire raised his lightsaber. A high hissing sound buzzed through his ear as he deflected the first shot, taking out the droid next to his right.

The blaster shocked the system of the droid and dropped it to the ground. Seafire felt slightly good about that, whether it was because he took out the droid or because he was finally seeing some action, he wasn't sure. All he knew was he was enjoying this thrill. The other droid didn't even falter for it's fallen comrade, and Seafire hadn't either. The droid continued firing and with his saber raised high, he attempted his best not to become overwhelmed. He could feel the sweat begin to pile up on his back and chest as he struggled to parry the blasts. His breathing increased and than a blast was fired and as he parried, his lightsaber dropped from his grip. The few short moments of actual practiced weighed down on him. His attempt on utilizing the force and his strained movements were extremely arduous.

The hilt hit the ground, skidding a ways from him. Seafire tighten the muscles in his jaw as he sensed the droid preparing to fire again. At that moment, fueled on by will and instinct to survive, he raised his palm towards the droid. Feeling the force flow through his body, he released a good size blast of the force, causing a concussive blast that pushed the droid rolling and scrapping on it's back. The dark skinned boy took a deep breathe in, heaving his chest up and down. Extending his hand towards his lightsaber, he summoned it to his palm with the force. Seafire stood up, walking over to the first droid he had taken out. On it's surface was the charred scar from the other droid's blaster. Two meters from Seafire and the first droid, laid the other droid that sparred with the rambunctious padawan for the latter of the match. Making his way over to the other droid, the damage of his force blast had showed itself. The armor of the droid had been shattered and broken, the inner wires and circuits of the machine had been torn. To Seafire, it look irreparable. With daunting, firy eyes, Seafire looked solemnly on the droid. " Why did you leave... why Shandria ? " He asked himself.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

After things began to calm the training room went back to normal, for a small amount of time, then another what looked to be a Padawan, with a blue blade, destroyed another of the rooms remotes.

Gharassk felt slightly bad for the other he had just done the same thing after all, Gharassk allowed a good amount of time to pass for the other boy to collect his own things, and thoughts, Gharassk felt a strange connection to him, one close to one he had felt before in the midst of other Padawan Vance who had been through a similar problem as Gharassk had been in.

Yet again it would seem that the force had arraigned this day and meeting, perhaps he would gain encouragement from the boy or vise versa.

Gharassk hauled himself up off the bench and passed several training remotes keeping his passe at a speed to where he could pass by after the bolts would be fired.

He made his way to hear the boy mumble something, under his breath. Gharassk rarely started conversations so this would be slow to start, but would give him that chance to see why he had been pulled to the man.

Gharassk cleared his throat before starting, Hello? Gharassk looked back at the words and gave a mental shake of the head, that's the best you could do? He thought. Lets hope this works out.

[Seafire]

Staring at the junk of a mess, Seafire return his lightsaber to his hip, spinning it ever to lightly in his hand before doing so. While he contemplated his late master's departure and the death of his friend - and what could have possibly been his girlfriend - Nolam. He could feel a energy surging through his body. A almost untamed anger and hatred. It was festering up, seeping through his pores and contaminating the force around him. It felt, almost more hostile, dangerous.

The gaze of his amber eyes was equivocal to the pressure he was actually putting on the broken machine below him. It would be acceptable if it was happening unintentionally. But he knew what he was doing, he was crushing the droids feeling receptors and enjoying it. The smooth white metal crumpled under his force powers, sparks of grazing wires begin to spark up.... than abruptly halt. The sound of approaching feet and swift, yet inconceivable flaps of Jedi robes was heard. The boy gulped down the metal lump in his throat, his eyes closed at the prospect that it could possibly be the instructor. Keeping his head down towards the machine, he struggled with reasons for why, he was basically torturing the down body of a machine. His black, wavy locks of hair shook over his eyebrows as his head shook from anxiety.

When the voice spoke over his shoulder, Seafire quickly realized that it was another padawan. The voice was too ill experienced and lacking in authority to be a master's. Before turning he fixed his face, with the warmest smile he could. As was routine when facing another member of the order. He felt like a constant rerun, a rerun of the old days when things were perfect in his life. " Hey. " He said in response, stepping to the side, he revealed the trampled mess of the droids torso. " These things are really becoming dangerous huh ? " With every fake pleasant word that slipped from his mouth, Seafire could feel a small but intense hate building towards himself. The earthen garbs of his robes, rubbed against his dark skin as he stepped to the side. And if he knew his species right , the being in front of him was of the Togruta. The scarlet red skin, montrals, and lekkus were a dead give away to that. What is it that he could possibly want me ? He thought to himself. His fiery amber eyes burning hole through his intentions.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk saw the smile but thanks to the feeling he had already felt he saw past it as well, Gharassk returned the smile and kept moving to the droid,
You showed him, He noticed the extensive damage more so then an those who unwillingly hit the droid or pushed the droid, he looked at the timer for the boy, seeing as wait time of 28 minutes he spoke,
I'm Gharassk Ran, looks as though You got some time, would you like to talk for a while? Gharassk saw one out burst from his former mentor like this before his fall to the dark side, Gharassk didn't want to see someone else fall as well.
If Gharassk could relate his story maybe it would change the boys heart, but first Gharassk had to know what really was on the boys mind.

[Seafire]

Seafire's amber eyes vaguely lowered as the boy inspected the droid. A small sense of annoyance glided over his head as he considered the thoughts that were racing through the Togruta's head. " The thing wouldn't even go down. It attempted to fire at me even when I broke it's circuitry . " He said, trying to cover up the unprovoked hostility from earlier. While the Togruta's name was in his own tongue, it would prove more difficult than he thought to pronounce it. He wiped the sleeve of his robe over the his forehead, cleansing the glistening sweat off his head. Afterwards, he released a deep breathe, though from exhaustion or annoyance would be unidentified. It just sounded like an unregistered sigh.

" Yea, I guess your right. " Seafire waited for Ran to lead the way. Afterall, he was the one that initiated the walk. His long flowing robes, covered most of his young stature. " Do you have anything specific ? " He wondered. The way he approached him made it seem like their was important.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk stopped at the bench, he wondered how he would handle this, he was no Councilor, giving advice was not his skill, yet it seemed as though he was getting better at it.

Gharassk began slowly, If he could draw the boy out he could help him,My master fell to the dark side you know, he gave of frustration, anger, fear, hatred, I Felt a similar scenes in you just a moment ago, extending his hand back to the area where the droid was being hauled away. Normally i wouldn't have been able to but it's something I've had to deal with myself. Gharassk turned and allowed the boy the first seat.

I still don't have your name?
Garassk focused on the boy trying to get a feel for him, he waited for a response, May i ask, why you have these fillings?

[Seafire]

Seafire walked in silence with the boy, not speaking until he reached the bench. Though his thoughts were racing. He measured the Torguta up. In all honestly, he believed he could take him if he wanted too. As they reached the bench, Seafire smiled towards him, extending his hand out. " Seafire. " He said. Sitting down, his amber eyes peered towards the ground. His earthly robes, laying over the dark tunic he wore. " Honestly, I don't think I have those feelings inside of me. " He said casually, yet grudgingly. Unnoticed to the Torguta, Seafire held a menacing glare on his face, that he was attempting to fix into a nicer expression. " And even If they were. I'm not the type to share my emotions with a stranger. Sorry. " When he finally lifted his face, a sincere smile was place on his lips as he wiped the sweat from his neck. " But if you want, you can go into details about your master ? "

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk stopped out of slight shock the boy was denieing it, of coarse it was possible that Gharassk was wrong about the feelings, but he felt the same way his master had before his fall.

Gharassk only wanted to help, but he needed some thing to work with. Gharassk tried to see what might be in the heart of this 'Seafire', Gharassk defiantly didn't want another enemy.

My master betrade me and left the order, he wanted greater power, he had no honor for those he had claimed to protect. I don't see the same with you, please let me help you if there is something wrong. Gharassk had just become blunt, but perhaps it was needed, perhaps he could talk Seafire down, perhaps he could save someone from the fate his former master had to take.

Gharassk had an idea if he could get the boy to see what the dark side would do to him then he could see what his own future would become. Gharassk called two training sabers to him and handed one to Seefire, he would allow him to vent and lash out at Gharassk, this was not his best idea, in fact it was probably his worst, but it would show Seafire the dangers of the Dark side.

Moving to the training center to a vacancy he said, Arm yourself friend.

[Seafire]

Seafire's breathing was heavy as Ren spoke. He had plenty of thoughts of his own to deal with. So why listen to the babbling of this guy as well. But he couldn't just rudely dismiss himself, he had to keep the act going. His black wavy hair, dripped a single drop of sweat to the ground. He felt the drop's journey from the crown of his skull to the length of the strand. In the midst of the Torguta's explanation, Seafire dove deep into what he called - Shandria's Path - A place where he tried to figure out the reason and mindset that she had at the time of her departure. What could have persuaded or caused her to abandon him.

The only thing that continued to stick out to him was the battle with the Dark Jedi. But that battle was weeks before her sudden change. The boy let out a irritated groan as his thoughts begin to scratch desperately at his memories. A silent gasp was released as he brought himself back to reality. He had missed all but some of the Torguta's story, must of it seemed like a numb blur and muffled cry. Nathan looked up as Ren stood up and summoned two training sabers to the two padawans. Almost as if instinctively the boy thought of the lightsaber on his hip. The only remaining remnant of his master. Having the force guide the thrown training saber to his hand, he lift his palm and gripped tight to the handle.

His amber eyes stared at the hilt of the saber. " This brings back memories. " He said, letting a weak smile appear across his lips. He leaped to his feet and slowly walked towards the inner circle of a empty area. " I won't hold back, even if this is a training session. I hope you're prepared. " Saying that widen his eyes to the realization that maybe, just maybe, this guy had a clue what he was talking about. He had to admit to himself that lately he's been feeling distant to the Order and it's ways. Even now, all he wanted to do was seclude himself to his quarters.

But now that this battle was challenged to him, he had wanted nothing more than vent his frustrations of Shandria's leave on this poor guy. " Let's do this... Friend. " He said in a almost mocking tone. His brown robes rolled down to his forearm as his hands gripped around the hilt. It would be like the velocities he practiced with the students earlier this week. Or maybe this guy would prove a bigger challenge. He closed his eyes to all for a second, gathering the force around him, to guide his movements and senses. As usual this was the first thing he did. His amber eyes opened back and pierced the boy in front of him. " I'm ready ! " He said waiting for the Torguta to make the first move.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk removed his outer robes and his own saber, tossing them toward the edge of the ring. Gharassk had one small advantage, if the boy was useing anger it would be clouding his judgment, and he would also batter away at Gharassk for a while bringing pain if he did get a shot in, Gharassk let og of his offenseve skills and held onto the force around him, taking a deep breath, he would need only his defense nothing more.

He heard the boy say, " I won't hold back, even if this is a training session. I hope you're prepared. "

Gharassk let the boy say those words without word back but he wanted to point out the wrongness behind the words.

" I'm ready ! " Gharassk powerd up the training saber and let it cross with Seafires, Gharassk would be patient and would refuse to make the first move.

Gharassk brought all his teachings before him in his mind, both what his former master told him and what he had learned himself, this would be a chalange...

[Seafire]

Seafire looked his opponents in the eyes for awhile. The training sabers laid across each other as the two remained frozen in their stances. The muscles of his jaws tightened. How annoying. He thought. His leather boots inched to the side. " I'm usually not the one to attack first. But I can make an exception this time. " Afterwards the dark skinned padawan retracted his blade from underneath Ren's, beginning with a simple slash towards the Torguta's side. His training saber cut the air as it was guided towards the right side of his waist. Nathan knew this was a basic attack and already had the images of that practiced set of moves playing through his head. The guards and counters, the evasive dodges. The boy's limbs were already lumber from the drills he had gone through earlier, but with that he had also been slightly off his game. Spending hour after hour practicing and training left a certain fading feeling in the boy's bones. If not for the need to release his pent up emotions on a mass of flesh, he might have denied the challenge.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk Removed his saber from the mix as Seafire came in for his first attack, a simple enough attack coming in for his right, a simple enough block was able to stop it as well, he held his saber there for a short amount of time.

Gharassk spoke then, And i never make the first move. Gharassk didn't change any of his face.

Gharassk removed the saber from the lock and moved back half a step, and moved the saber in a slow spin, keeping every bit of himself ready for the next attack.

[Seafire]

Seafire wasn't surprise by the Torguta's block. It was simple enough to block, if he wasn't capable of blocking it than the question of why he was a padawan would have come up. As Ren stepped back, Seafire slid an inch to the side and brought his training saber to an horizontal position in which he quickly dash forwards with. This should be slightly harder, but easily interchangeable. In other words, it wouldn't be too hard, to get into a defensive parry if necessary.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk saw the incoming attack in time to block, but he also used the opening he had been given to slide by into the opponents last area, he had now gotten behind Seafire and could have given a offensive strike to his back with his new location if Seafire didn't recover from Gharassk's footwork. Either way he didn't strike but backed away from his enemy for a second time bringing a few feet back, He was testing Seafire seeing his methods, so far to Gharassk it looked as though he was almost testing Gharassk using one level of attack then the next slightly harder.

At this rate however Gharassk still looked as though he could have ended this round before it started His enemy looked as though he had slightly less experience with the blade then Gharassk had, no matter Gharassk didn't plan to strike yet, he kept in mind only his defensive skills and all but forgot his offensive.

He stood now several feet away from Seafire after he finally turned to look at Gharassk after he had gotten behind him, Gharassk held the saber off to his right holding it downward with only his right hand, keeping his left arm limp, it hadn't been hit but he kept it on the ready.

[Seafire]

Seafire felt the two saber's small but intense conflict. As the short thud of the two sabers came to an end and Ren slid behind him, Seafire continued forwards, flipping and landing just inside the circle of the ring. His boots made little sound as he landed. A small snarl appeared on his face. His brows darken over his amber eyes. He's not taking this seriously. I see, he thinks this is a joke ! He thought while his ebony hand tightening around the hilt of the saber.

Than with the calming of his mind, his brows eased and a quaint smile appeared on his face. " This is fun, is it not ? " His neck rolled from side to side as he spun the saber in his left hand than brought it back towards Ren. They still stood several feet from one another, giving Seafire a little bit of time to regain his focus and quell his anger. Than abrutly he place his saber to the ground and tossed his robe off his back. Revealing the dark gray tunic underneath. It's left sleeve cut short at his shoulder and the right, tied by dark bands from his elbow to his wrist.

He bent over and picked up the saber again. " Okay. Excuse me for that. But I feel... Open now. " Without further delay he dashed over to the Torguta and brought his saber over head for a quick and brutal slash. He attempted to push aside his anger, but could still feel the contempt in every slash. This was foreseen. For awhile now, he could feel his anger building up and his hatred growing out of control. His real question was how to lock it back. Shandria seemed to had tainted him with the seed of loss.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk was lowered his guard while Seafire took his own outer robes off and then commenced to retrieve his saber,
No go ahead you let me take mine off... He was cut off as his eyes widened by the charge of his opponent. Gharassk quickly raised his guard and blocked the first upper hand attack.

So he was right, Seafire had now let his anger out on him...
Now... for the hard part getting him to calm back down and not hurt Gharassk, maybe he should have thought this threw a bit more.

Gharassk continued to retreat backward as he continued to block the attacks for a while, but after several attacks he brought the saber for a block and Seafire hit again, knocking the saber away and out of his hand.

Gharassk almost panicked dodging the next swing, then rolling backward out of another slash, at this point he might have been dead if this was a real fight, if Seafire wasn't going easy on him, no, he had said he wouldn't go easy on Gharassk.

Gharassk was now on the edge of the ring, this time he did panic, calling the force without thinking he already had an escape route planned. He let out the force directing it toward Seafire as he continued to draw near, he pushed off the ground with his legs and the help of the force and drifted over Seafire again landing and calling the saber to him, he checked to see if the push had reached it's target...

Raising the saber again he spoke, Sorry for that.... He was refering to his push, That was impressive, shall we continue? He asked as he gathered his breath, the order says anger is bad, Gharassk agreed but also knew all emotions where normal, and from time to time where healthy to let them out, this was healthy for Seafire, so Gharassk would let him continue, he took another deep breath and calmed him self again...

[Seafire]

(OOC= Sorry bout the misconception. But you guided my character a little to much for my liking. I can understand how you got the impression I had continued my attack from my last sentence. So i'll continue from there. )

Seafire was overwhelming his opponent and in all honesty, was enjoying it. The Torguta held no offensive ground at all. It was almost, exciting. Nathan brought his saber to his side when he pushed Torguta to edge of the ring, swinging the blade in a full circle with his left hand. As he walked forwards towards him he raised the saber and prepared to slash the Torguta from shoulder to waist. Than out of no where he was blasted to his side with a burst of the force. It was just strong enough to tear through his weakened force shield and slide him out of the circle. His saber had been released from his hand as he gripped the lower left side of his stomach in agony. He could see how an unprotected droid could have been ripped apart now. He felt like he had been hit in the side with a ball thrown by a droid.

Through his studies in the library and his teachings of Shandria, he had learned to ease the pain of most injuries with the force. Like a sedative of sorts. Standing to his feet, Nathan looked towards Torguta, rage in his amber eyes. His anger spawned from himself not being prepared, he should have been capable of repelling that force blast. Seafire in a fit of rage begin to gather the force himself, ready to rip at the boy's flesh in a show of his own strength. He stood there in the same spot he had been tossed too, the force slowly gathering around him as he shot Ren a glare. No, I won't fall to darkness. With a exhale, the force around him dispersed and released itself. He stepped towards the training saber and picked it up. " I'm done. " He said walked passed the Torguta to the brown robe behind him. With a lone hand he lift it off the ground. The rage inside, whirling like a storm inside a glass bottle. Nathan forced it down to the deepest, darkest, pocket of his mind. And forced a smile to the surface. " That battle was interesting. I really... Appreciate it. "

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

((OOC---Sorry about that but the way you ended it looked like you had kept going, sorry.))

He let a sigh of relief out as he lowered and shut down his training saber.

Gharassk sent his blade hovering back to it's crate that was full of identical blades, and called his outer robes to him from across the ring along with his saber and clipped it to his belt and slid the robes on.

He then spoke, I was right wasn't I? You did have anger? It's good to let it out sometimes, or else it builds to a point where you can't hold it.

Gharassk turned to face his former foe, and extended his hand out expecting to have Seafire shake the hand in return.

[Seafire]

Seafire put his earth brown robes over custom outfit. He let out a sigh from his nostrils. It was annoying that he kept pushing the subject, though he guessed many around him, if they were strong in the force felt it as well. Nathan brought his saber to him using the force and clipped it on to his hip. " Maybe a little. But no need to worry, I'll get it under control. " Though his face was full of his resolve, his voice waver mid sentence. Exposing the inner conflict of the force within him.

Nathan looked down towards the ground, unwilling and reluctant let anyone understand the pain and hatred inside of him. He was destined to be a Jedi; Jedi weren't suppose to have emotions. Not hatred, jealousy, greed, belonging, or love. He looked towards Ren with lifted brows. " You wouldn't have been so lucky if that was a serious battle. That force push was strong, but it only got through because I thought we were having a strict saber duel. "