Exposing the Voids [Miri]

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

Stepping deliberately and casually across the stone floors of the Jedi Temple, the wielders of the Force went around to their array of necessary duties and dealt with their multitude of tasks, from researching and delving in the limitless archives of the Temple, to tending to the younger generations and passing on such knowledge to them in turn. There were crowds, or at least to one who had lived in the comfort and confines of a Jedi lifestyle for much of their time and did not have to suffer the dense packs of people wandering the streets and pathways of Coruscant, not to mention the poorer worlds. A dozen or so robed and multiracial sentient members passed from one side of a corridor, sometimes conversing, sometimes lost in inner thought, but all linked by the common bond they shared of the Force and its teachings. Each may have interpreted their Code and learnings differently, or applied them in their own unique way. Some may have put a personal spin on it, or a cultural one, some may have focused more on the secrets of the Force, some on its uses, and some may just rely on lightsaber ability.

Val, though, liked to think herself as being rather adept in most of these areas. The lightsaber by her side was not truly a tool that she rarely used, nor was it a necessary item for her dealings in her day-to-day life. She held a gentle respect for the blade, and displayed this in her dedication to her training regimes in efforts to present herself with the control over new forms. The Force itself was one of her less lethal tools of life, and that was not being tested today, but usually her exercises focused on internal meditation. Of course the best way to end a conflict was to avoid it, and that was where her diplomatic and persuasive abilities were put through their paces. She didn't mind avoiding conflicts, but all the same she found it both irritating and difficult at times to resist the urge to solve matters easily. That was where patience came in, and it was a good job it was in the Code, she thought, or no one would ever bother to even exercise that little luxury.

Her light steps carried her pale body to the training chambers, the fingers dancing around the keypad to give her access to the area. Inside there was plenty of space, and she reckoned she wouldn't be constricted as far as the amount of people in close contact with her. In fact, in this room there was only her at the moment, which she was partially quite happy about because it meant there would be isolation to look forward to enjoying. Enjoying, of course, being a subjective term here, as in some cases then being alone was a blessing for the Knight who preferred to practice the strokes of Soresu or the swings of Niman without the inhibition of an audience or the distraction of other combat. Other times it was a curse of solitude, stranded alone with the techniques she had only practiced and not increased in actual level other than towards perfecting what she already knew. And even then, was she perfecting the right things? How could she know without that other blade clashing against her own to give her the weaknesses in her form?

Brushing some of the unruly hairs from her face as her walk took her down the stairs towards the central ring, she gazed around, expecting to see someone in the surrounding spaces that she hadn't realised was there, but it was barren. If she hadn't been focused on actually getting some training done to a reasonable degree she would have probably went to another room and found something similar to do. Watch some Masters spar, instruct some Younglings or Padawans, but not get much done in the way of her own training. Her figure arrived in the centre of the training mats, blinding lights assaulting her from all sides, casting her shadow into split segments around the floor. She stood still, eyes cast down, before slowly drawing the saber into her right hand and extending the green blade with a hum. Her silvery eyes cast across to the weapon, and then across to her left arm, the hand of which had a glove extending to the elbow, unlike her right.

Mentally, she pulled back at the glove with the Force, sliding the fabric down from her elbow to the wrist. Some may think her upper class, fashionable, or even believe she had an artificial arm, none of which were true. Staring back at her was an ugly scar from the vibrowhip incident a while ago now, and encased in that one wound was her particular reason for wearing the item of clothing - vanity. That is why no one knew, why they didn't know why she wore the glove, and why she was now practicing. The glove slivered back up, masking the shame across the arm which bit her on so many levels other than just physical repulsion. The saber swung into her Soresu posture, almost bringing itself to life in the boredom of waiting for her to use it, and she engaged in the steps of the defensive style, swirling the hilt of the deadly weapon around the hand dexterously between what would be blocking attacks for, in this case, a lightsaber, but of course she didn't know whether they'd work.

[Miri Mojito]

”Thank you master Jedi, I shall certainly take into consideration what you have said. Now if you will please excuse me I will be on my way.” Mirian’s voice was smooth, and emotionless, with just a hint of frustration behind it. For too long had she been here in this crowded temple awaiting her next mission, and it was starting to show both in her mannerisms, and slightly unsettled thoughts. She bowed respectfully towards the tall man she had been speaking with, and before he could mention another word she turned and began to walk away. She had not meant to come off mean, or hostile, but it seemed this planet with all its busy inhabitants were finally starting to affect her. Upon arriving she had been thrilled to experience the idea of living amongst so many, but in recent weeks she had become overwhelmed and desperately awaited her orders, so that she might leave.

Mirian’s only really comfort came from the times that she could spar with the local Jedi or practice her combat forms alone and in piece. It was much like a moving meditation, As she stepped through the rhythmic and familiar stances she was often able to focus and find piece again. At times it was almost as if the whole world melted away, leaving her to her thoughts. And if she were certain that she was alone she would often dim the lights of the combat training room, and remove the wrap the hid the top of her face. It was at those moments that she truly relaxed.

Each step that Mirian took echoed now as she left the more travelled corridors and continued on her path to the training room. It was often not uncommon for this part of the temple to have little activity given the time of day. After all few classes for the younglings were held past the last meal. And strangely few of the masters or knights ventured here after that time as well. ”How many weeks had she been here?” she wondered to herself now as she walked down a flight of steps. It had easily been 2 months now, but the exact length remained unclear to her. In this time she had become disoriented with the many emotions and thoughts of others while she had been here.

AS she entered the large training hall she was almost happy to see it empty, that is until she took notice of another Jedi now running through her own training. It was of little concern to Mirian as she slipped silently along the far wall, after all the training hall was more than big enough for both of them. For a moment she only watched the other Jedi training, taking note of the Soresu stance and techniques that were being employed. It was a fascinating thing really, watching one fight with this form. After she had had her fill of watching Mirian began preparing to start her own training. Firstly she removed both of her Light Sabers from their places on her belt, and using the force sent them to hover momentarily near the center of the training hall. Without a sound the 2 blades lowered and found a place on the cold floor, awaiting their masters grasp.

For another moment Mirian stood almost as if awaiting her cue to move, and then in one fast and fluid movement she rushed her blades. With a flick of her wrists they jumped into the air and hummed to life. The shorter Shoto blade had started spinning now, while its counter part seemed to fly straight and true. Not a moment later they began to fall as Mirian closed the distance ready to snatch them from harm. She had always enjoyed this game, it tested her reflexes, if she should miss she could attain injury, or even need to spend countless hours repairing one of the blades. But should she succeed the both blades would be caught smoothly and she would continue through her motions.

For a split second it seemed as if the Miraluka would not reach her blades in time, but a quick leap proved otherwise. AS she dove for the blades she prepared to hit the floor and roll. Then as if the blades had been guided by the force they found their places in her hands. She hit the ground with a small shuffling noise, nearly inaudible to human ears, and rolled back onto her feet, coming to stop in a low defensive stance. Her right hand was held out in front of her with the shoto blade reversed to run along the length of her arm. The longer dual phase blade was now in her left hand which was tucked behind her back. Mirian let out a silent breath, and relaxed, feeling better already now that she had started moving about.

((OOC: Srry if its a bit screwy...im a lil rusty lol))

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

Noticing the arrival of another member of the Jedi Order arrive and take part in the use of the training room, Val felt mixed emotions towards the figure that approached the mats and casually lay the lightsabers on the ground before her. Arriving and beginning her own training regime without even acknowledging her presence was almost something she felt like addressing in a confrontational manner, but the other Jedi was engaging in her own pracice now far enough away from Val to not be causing any sort of irritation. At least, she thought, not any sort that could be rationally explained. Truthfully she was also slightly happy that she had the extra company now, as it meant that she could train without feeling as though she'd cut everybody away from herself. Well, at least mainly. Much of her life tended to be spent alone, either self-imposed isolation or coincidental, and to be honest most of it was quite a chagrin to her. Lowering her green blade slightly from the tight Soresu grip, she observed as the other Jedi took herself into a rather complex Jar'kai technique, and Val flexed her other hand as she observed. It looked quite beautiful, though whether it would be feasible to use in a battle situation she doubted. It would certainly require her getting the drop on her opponents, though just being able to use a pair of blades so elegantly urged her inner desires to go find some Jar'kai instructions.

With the end of what appeared to be a stage in the style, Val decided that enough observing would be enough, and that she would need to get back to her own practicing or she'd never improve with anything except her ability at standing around gawping. Swirling her saber around once, she engaged herself in a little repetitive practive by moving her saber around in circles broadly on either side of herself, growing steadily faster and faster. The whirring of the blade made very little difference to her stoic face as it brushed either side of her, sending little stray hairs up on each side as the saber swept past her. With a flick the saber twisted into a backhand grip briefly before returning to its neutral position, and she thrust the saber out with a simultaneous step back. The free hand drew itself up into a balanced pose as the blade hovered horizontally, and then the further steps came forward in the form of spinning slashes several times over before culminating in a leaping downward slash, utilising the spins' momentum.

Her posture relaxed a little, shaking her hands slightly to bring the blood back into her extremities and gathering her balance once more. The hilt drew her saber across her body now, barring what would be any vertical chest-height strikes. The blade dropped now, as did her posture, and swung into a sharp uppercut, followed by the rest of her figure in a magnificent backflip to another crouched position. Her saber hand rested behind her, blade pointing down towards the floor, and her free hand resting with the fingertips placing themselves on the ground in front of her. Ataru was hardly her best, or even close to her best, but it was a useful aggressive form. She just wished she knew more of it, more like her Niman. Her gaze wandered lazily to her side, looking at the other Jedi once more. She wanted to ask for a duel, to see her own skill level, but it was rather rude to just go around asking for duels here, there and everywhere with Jedi she'd never talked to before. Especially... a Miraluka? Interesting. Another of Rein's race. Maybe a duel would be a more appropriate thing than she initially thought.

"Uh... excuse me?" She intervened in a lull in the training the woman was undergoing so that there was no accidents. Val herself had never used more than a single lightsaber, and the thought of using two was both appealing and intimidating to her. Her steps took her closer to the Miraluka, crossing the empty and silent space between them with a hiss as her green saber slid softly back into its resting place. "I couldn't... well, I noticed you practicing and wondered whether you'd like a duel maybe?" She was hardly experienced in offering herself up for a duel with others. She drew her arm back through her hair softly, feeling rather awkward and nervous at the prospect, and furthermore not wanting to risk herself at being rejected by this random stranger. A fearful smile crossed her lips, betraying her inner instability, but she was a Jedi, and fought against the emotions.

[Miri Mojito]

Mirian continued now to run through the steps of her own training. She started out slowly taking a few steps to the right and twisting. As she did so she used the shorter blade in her right hand to deflect an imaginary attack. With a quick flick of her wrist the longer blade spun into a reversed grip, and she twisted her body again this time cutting horizontaly at waist height. These moves were simple and easy to follow, but it was repetition in their practice that allowed her to learn more advanced manuvering. For several moments she continued these steps, as if fighting a repetetive opponent that did not exist. At this point however she had taken notice of her companions training, and began to long for some real training of her own. She had always enjoyed combat, which was something unique to both a Jedi and a Miraluka, and she might have a chance for some given the circumstances.

Mirian began slowly at first, watching her companion move, and moving in a way that would counter those moves if they had been in a real dual. When the other Jedi Brought her blade accross her chest, Mirian pushed forward prining her own blades into a vertical line as if she were to push an invisible opponent away. As Val Swung into her uppercut, Mirian quickly disabled her own sabers and took several steps back, parrying the strike from accross the room. If someone were to be watching tey would see a unique form of training, but if they could see it the way Mirian did, they would see a dual already in progress.

Mirian followed up her defensive steps, with a quick side twist that would of landed her right in front of the other Jedi if they had been really dueling. This move was ineffective however as She noticed her companion had also backflipped. Mirian now smiled at the skill this other Jedi was showing, Ataru was cetainly a hard form to understand, and indeed one that had eluded herself. As mirian sensed the other Jedi's gaze now coming back to herself, she began to feel a sense of embarasement. Immediatly she turned again and continued her training in an attempt to try and mask the fact that she had not only been watching the other jedi, but had been using her moves as a basis for her own training.

It wasent long after this however that Mirian could hear the other Jedi approaching her. Immediatly she stopped and turned to face her. "Uh... excuse me?" Mirian now flushed a slight shade of pink. She assumed for sure the Jedi was going to say something about what had just been going on. Instead however she was supprised with the womans next words. "I couldn't... well, I noticed you practicing and wondered whether you'd like a duel maybe?" Mirian was unsure at first how to respond, for several reasons. The firstand foremost being that it was not the most common practice for Jedi to ask for duals. "I must admit i was not expecting such a request. But i would certainly be up to having a dual with you." Her voice was quiet and meek, effectivly reflecting her small stature. She turned her head now as if to look around, though there was little to look at in this large hall aside from training matts and a few odd storage lockers.

Mirian bowed slightly and turned walking a few paces from the other Jedi, and then turning to face her. She activated only one of her lightsabers, The longer of the 2, while attaching the other to its place on her belt. With another quick flick of her wrist the blade spun in her hand so as to come to a stop in a reversed grip. She intended to use a defensive one bladed fighting style. Mirian held out her right hand in front of her, palm towards the other Jedi. There was a large amount of excitment in the air as she waited now for the other Jedi to begin the dual.

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

Pleased that she was going to have the opportunity to duel, Val could hardly contain the excitement that she held, and almost skipped off a little to instigate a distance between them. When she figured she had enough of a gap, she spun around, and grinned when she found that the Miraluka had adopted the exact posture she was intending on taking up herself. Val mirrored the other Jedi exactly, her lightsaber slowly snaking its way out from its hilt, and she held her position there for now. In her Soresu stance she observed her opponent, who apparently besides knowing Jar'kai and Niman, also knew the Soresu style. It concerned Val, but in an amusing way, that she should go against not only her mirror image, but furthermore an improved version of herself.

She would have locked eyes with the Miraluka at this point, but all she could look into was the headpiece that obscured the holes where eyes would otherwise be. She knew from her own learning as a young Padawan about how Miraluka tended to their hiding of their 'difference' as an act of modesty, but even so, as she had told Rein, should they prefer not to then they were quite free to not wear them as far as she was concerned. It wasn't so much a curious desire to see just what the face looked like as it was her own knowledge of how a physical change made her feel. The left arm twisted a little, her eyes dropping from focusing on the Miraluka to observe it, checking that the fabric hadn't came off at all, but it was still there across her forearm as it always was.

Twisting her feet into the floor, she knew that it was down to her to make the first move. The Miraluka had, of course, taken her posture first, and it would be rude for Val to force her out of the choice she had made. Slowly her legs began to bend, drawing her body closer to the floor before extending in a relaxed, breathing motion that seemed to echo all around her throughout the chamber. A few steps forward, and she was already well on her way to provoking with the first strike. The lightsaber arm that had previously been held aloft came out to the right side, and the left arm drew itself across her stomach, almost as though holding a small child, but this arm was the one that would be willing to immediately grasp the hilt of the saber should a double-handed strike be needed.

Less than six feet away by now, the first strike was engaged as Val brought her right arm round, with a twist of her wrist and a deep slash to the left across her opponent. She pressed her body forward into this first blow, and as the hilt started moving across her body she followed its base with the clawed appearance of her other hand. She focused on the face of the other woman the full time, continuously watching for any change of expression, waiting for her to give her some sort of non-verbal indication of where the duel would be going.

[Miri Mojito]

Mirian smiled now, sensing the excitement in her companion while trying to hide her own. The other woman had now taken several steps in the opposite direction that she had, and had adopted a similar fighting stance. Mirian’s smile widened now as they stood mirroring each other. It was often unique to see to separate individuals with different training backgrounds take on such a similar pose. The Soresu stance had always been very comfortable for her, and she was even shocked when she had learned that it was similar to the Shien stance. This is what initially prompted her to learn Shien and its back handed Variant.

For a moment though as the pair stood, Mirian became confussed with what the other JedI was trying to do. It seemed as if she had been trying to stare down the Miraluka, but with little success as she quickly averted her gaze downwards. It was then that Mirian observed the girl looking at her own covered arm, and it was then that She understood. It was a simple matter of curiosity as to what Mirian was hiding behind the fabric that covered where her eyes would have been. Her smile changed now, from confident and excited to one of compassion. Curiosity was a wonderful thing, and something that she tried to encourage in anyone she met.

It was then that the other woman started her first attack run. It happened fast, and with much grace, but Mirian was ready for it. As the first strike came across in a horizontal arc from the left. She quickly brought her sabre arm into her body and brought it up swiftly while taking a step back. Her own blade was pointed downwards as the other smashed into it with a loud hiss. The momentum that the other JedI had gained was incredible and Mirian found herself struggling to hold on. But like she had in so many battles and fights before this she did manage, and began her retaliation.

In a flash Mirian twisted her body allowing her opponents sabre to continue on in its arc, and as she finished her rotation she brought hers around and in a diagonally upward sweeping motion. With the back handed grip its range was shorter than it would normally have been, but this was not meant to be a wounding strike, instead it was merely a setup for moves to come. Even now she was already trying to plan this fight three or four moves ahead.

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

The crash of blades was not unexpected, and in fact Val would have been much more surprised if the blade had struck. Maybe a little startled if the Miraluka had bothered to dodge a rather unambiguous attack, but as it were the other Jedi's blade dropped down to inhibit the sweeping motion of her own, and they hissed against each other. The block came in the form of a blade being held down, rather than up, which Val often thought to be a rather more dangerous style of blocking if you didn't have the upper body to back it up. Seemingly the Miraluka did, and the blades hesitated for a moment before the other woman took her own initiative in the attacking front. Sliding her blocking blade away, the woman twisted back, and Val's green blade passed on in the direction it had been heading before being stopped, and she focused on her opponent as the strike continued travelling through the air, out of reach of her opponent.

The spinning body of the girl came back around now, and with it she brought a spinning diagonal strike that came from the backhand grip. Her own hands quickly latched onto the hilt of her saber with both together in a firm grip, launching up as the other blade came travelling towards her, catching up with her as she continued to rise higher and higher from her jump. As the blade came into close ranger she passed her own across it, the green of her own saber pressing dangerously close to her own skin as the edges clashed again, and as the Miraluka's attack reached the peak of it's slash, Val herself reached the tip of her jump, pushed very slightly higher thanks to the bonus pushing from the blade. Pushing strongly with her arms, she attempted to draw the opponent's blade away from her a little, starting her descent back towards the ground.

Landing neatly next to her opponent, the next motions flooded into her mind instantly in a surge of inspiration, and her saber flicked out to the front of her, her fingers drawing back towards the tip of the hilt. This leveled out her blade into a horizontal, precise pose which she took no time in engaging, with the Miraluka, darting the blade forwards in a piercing action, aiming for the centre of her opponent's chest with the thrusting blow of the green, sharp edge of light glaring forwards like the venomous teeth of a viper speeding towards its prey with the intent of slaughter.

[Miri Mojito]

For a moment Mirian was caught off guard as her opponent leapt clear of her strike. This had been something she had not planned for, in fact had not even considered as an outcome. And as the blades came together again in a higher arc than before Mirian could feel the weight of her opponent as she bore down on her with the strike. AS the other woman landed neatly Mirian's own blade had been pushed free of its masters grip and quickly disabled as it bounced lightly off the floor. Instantly Mirian did the only thing she could do to counter the next strike.

In a flash Mirian spun around again, this time to the left effectivly parrying her opponents jab. This however left her in very tight quarters with the woman. Instinctivly she grabbed hold of the other jedis saber arm and pulled her in close so that the blade was well past her back. Her right hand found its place on the womans hip, and before any further counters could be done mirian stepped past the woman in an attempt at a hip throw.

This tactic rarely worked against larger male opponents, but against a smaller female frame it might work. With any luck the woman would be flipped onto her back, with Mirian landing ontop of her in a straddling position. All the while Mirian kept her focus on her second lightsaber now easily reachable on her belt, as well as her main one, which was now several feet away. Well out of grasping range, but through the force she could have it in a moment.

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

As the sight, and sound, of her opponent's blade hilt falling from her hand, reached her senses, Val felt suddenly rather impressed with what she'd achieved. This was stopped abruptly, however, at the memory of the second saber that hung at the Jedi's belt. There was also, of course, the Force that she had to think about being careful of, and as her blade passed forwards in the stabbing motion, she recognised the signs of unarmed combat coming into play with an inward groan at herself as the Miraluka's form wrapped around her arm. With a tug she felt the unmistakeable discomfort of the other Jedi being pressed rather significantly close against her, and detected the blade of her saber passing far beyond the point of bodily piercing, around the woman's back. A hand suddenly on her hip caused her to quickly glance down to see just what was happening, though it proved rather pointless as she felt herself staggering backwards, the fingertip holt on her saber failing and sliding off, as she fell backwards, tumbling towards the ground with her own hands wrapper onto whatever pieces of clothing she could grasp on the way down.

Landing rather forcefully, her first reaction was to get back up immediately, and that was going to be the course of action she would undertake, trying, to press herself up from the mat in her flattened position. This failed as soon as the woman's body came down on top of her, trapping her chest beneath the full body weight of the Miraluka, and she glanced up at the Jedi, a little stunned at the immediately quick turn around from what had originally been her own offensive strike of a jabbing motion. Maybe her Makashi needed work. Glancing up to the face of her aggressor, she offered what was half-smile, half-fear in her wondering of what was going to come next. She didn't dare wait to find out, as she could probably do without the dreaded humiliating blade coming against her throat, and likewise she fists coming down onto her from above. Not when she still had the Force, and the Miraluka was filled with that, in every square inch of her body.

Flinging her arms up and next to her, she pressed the palms against the Miraluka, feeling the currents of the Force flow through and around her. Taking an instantaneous, firm hold around her opponent's figure with her mental rope, she focused hard, pushing and pulling to drag the Miraluka up and off. And she wanted her to be high - twenty, thirty feet maybe. It would give her the advantage of being on the ground at least. It wouldn't work as well if the other Jedi fought back, but it was worth trying in this situation. She hesitated for just a second more before pushing her full energy into dragging the woman up and into the air, where she would hover at just the right height for Val to figure out her next move - whatever that was going to be. She had no idea what she was going to do at that point, but as long as she was on the solid ground, she knew that she would be the one in control here, and be the present dominating force in this spar.

[Miri Mojito]

It was as if a whirlwind of momentum carried them around. In a smooth and fluent move, the woman was pulled off her feet and landed neatly on her back. A moment later and Mirian had fallen forward landing in a straddling position overtop of her. Mirians right hand had come free of the other Jedi's hip, and had now come to rest further up on her side. For a moment it looked as if the duel might be over, and if her opponent had been any less experienced the battle might certainly have been over, but as the woman had another trick up her sleeve so to would things progress.

A moment later Mirian felt the ground being pulled away from her, or maybe she was being pulled away from the ground, either way she was now up and off her opponent. She smiled now impressed with the power of the other Jedi, and with her dedication to the duel. It felt odd to be suspended like this, even though it was only for a moment, it still felt odd, almost like many small hands and ropes were supporting her, lifting her ever higher. Alas she could not lose like this and began to struggle, using her own control of the force to free herself from her opponents grasp. As she struggled she also pulled her shorter blade from her belt and with a hum that blade burst to life.

Though it was much shorter than her first and more dominant saber it would still serve its purposes for this battle. With a quick spinning motion Mirian began to cut the air around her as if to sever the invisible ropes that held her aloft. A moment later and she was free, falling towards the ground. In a split second she flipped herself around to land on her feet, facing the other girl. Without hesitation she charged again, this time weilding the shorter blade in one hand while her free arm reached out to pull her other blade from its spot on the floor.

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

It had worked, albeit briefly, and the constricting tension she had felt being pinned underneath had been removed, though this did of course leave her laying on the floor still, focusing solidly on maintaining the position of the other Jedi. What she had felt during that few seconds of contact, the brief closeness, it was strange, as though the pair had known each other for a long time. Her focus faltered as she thought, but that was not the cause of the disturbance of the Force-hold on the Miraluka's body. The spare saber that had once held its place of inferiority on her belt had now swapped into her hand, and was swinging wildly, buffeting against her fragile Force-threads. With a final slash the body above began descending from its motionless position above, and Val's body rolled quickly out from the side to prevent becoming the landing pad. Three, four rolls, and then on the fifth and pressed up from her front and flung herself to her feet somewhat ungracefully. Lacking grace, and for some reason landing cat-like in a defensive manner, she came to her feet in a similar timing as the other woman.

They faced off, and there was no pause before the opponent came charging headlong towards her. Her hand thrust out for her saber, but there was not going to be the chance to block the attack that was rushing towards her. Unarmed, and without sufficient skill in unarmed as of yet, she moved backwards more and more, enhancing distance between the pair but also distance from her saber which now travelled towards her through the air. Seeing that she would run out of space before the hilt reached her fingers, she made a dart off to the side, but did not escape the blade that followed after her like a hungry animal. Searing through her robes, she escaped the tip marginally and rolled off to the side, her green saber flicking into her fingertips and igniting in a flush of green explosion. Glancing down she saw the extent of her damage, which had seared half of a sleeve and started cutting into the torso just above her stomach. Narrowing her eyes disapprovingly at herself, she adopted her alternative Soresu stance, dropping the blade to a low hold with the edge downwardly angled towards her feet.

Stepping quickly forward with long strides, the motion of her body began to lead her in a turning direction, and in her anti-clockwise swing she began to draw the blade up to a waist height, bringing this edge towards her opponent at her own waist height. She could tell that her opponent would be engaging in Jar'kai now that the two blades were effectively drawn, and this would require her Soresu to be on top form until she could find an opening with the Force her her saber. She didn't intend on cutting off any arms or hands in this duel, clearly, but there were some actions that could be taken in order to disable one's opponent with a blade. She made a mental note to not destroy the sabers, of course, and also a second note to try and get some information about the Jar'kai technique at a later date from the woman. It was interesting, even if Val never used it. All of this happened in the two steps it took for her to fully revolve around herself and drag her blade through the air behind her body in an emerald trail.

[Miri Mojito]

As the other blade skipped across the floor and finaly leapt into the hand of the charging Jedi, it burst to life, a longer reflection of its already activated counterpart. Mirians attack had been nothing more than a diversion so that she could get back to her dominant saber. While that part of the attack had worked, she had also managed to score an unexpected hit. Through the force she was able to see her opponent, but now she could see a singe on her opponents torso. A small smile crossed her lips, but it was not because she had scored a hit, but moreso because of the now exposed skin around the area. Even at this moment mirian was feeling a degree of attraction to this woman, though she hardly understood the concept. This was something that had happened in her past, but her lack of knowledg on the subject left her unable to realise that she was well on her way to that lust she had experience already.

Mirian had now drawn back a few steps, after that initial strike so as to give her opponent time to regain her footing. She now swirled both blades around in an elegant fashion, while still smiling at her opponent, as if trying to entice the woman to get close again. She would not have to wait however as not a moment later the other Jedi began another attack run. The attack was fast, and certainly dangerous, but Mirian had an anwser to it, one that was not orthodox in the jedi teachings. With a quick downward flick of her wrist, Mirian was easily able to undo the belt latch that held up the fabric of her skirt. Then with the aid of the force she tossed it up into the air so that it would fan out effectivly obstructing her opponents view. And finally as the green blade came within range of her waiste, she crossed the twin purple blades and used them to catch her opponents attack, and stop it in its tracks.

Using double blades in this kind of a defensive manner was a technique that mirian had always been skilled at using. On that note she had always been skilled at defending herself, and recently had become very skilled at disrupting her opponents strategies, as reflected by the manuever with her skirt. Now however while she held her opponents attack with her own blades, mirian needed to turn to the offensive again. With a quiet straining she began to attempt to push her opponents blade downwards to the ground, possibly disarming her again.

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

She came in close, and suddenly she found her vision was obscured by sweet-smelling fabric that wrapped around her face rather constrictively. Slamming her eyes shut, she found herself fighting blind, sensing the contact of her own blade against the substantially easier block of the Miraluka's. Her hands remained focused on her blade, the head snapping from side to side to try and swing the skirt off from her without any success. Exhaling with an irritated huff, her arms fought against the pressure from the other blades, and similarly her mind battled in its attempts to be able to see through the thick visor that had plagued her sight. It made her wonder how the Miraluka put up with such a life - how Rein had felt with that episode on Metellos in Forge's base. Was her own sight so... so vulnerable?

She had no time to consult herself based on this, as the blade of her hands began to be forced painfully down under the unrelenting offense of the other Jedi, her left knee starting to bend and crumble beneath the siege. With a final press of sheer need against the dual blades of her opponent, she felt the blade drop down from her grip, and clatter to the floor in the dead silence that signalled her loss of the lattle for the lock. Feeling her saber move perilously away from her, she quickly took herself onto the back foot, not even trying to resummon the hilt to her hand, and brought the hands instinctively up to the skirt that was clasped around her face, pulling at it, she continued to move back from the Miraluka.

"Dirty trick..." She whispered the word, bringing her eyes back out from the veil and coming into contact with the form of her opponent ahead of her, flicking down to the sight of her deactivated saber laying behind the woman. She narrowed her eyes, contemplating her unarmed situation against the double blades of her opponent, and compared her obvious disadvantage. Even her unarmed knowledge, what little of it there was, wouldn't be much use in this situation. Then again, she did have the Force, and that would hopefully be enough to see her through this phase of the duel - assuming the duel was not going to be cut short by the fine edge of the saber blade. Blasting her hands down to the floor, she buffeted the floor, still moving backwards, and sent herself into the air, hopefully buying the time she needed to present an opening in her opponent.

[Miri Mojito]

Mirians offense had worked and moments after pushing down on her opponents blade she felt it release from her hand. This had come a bit too soon however and Mirian had not prepared for the sudden un controlled forward momentum that followed. She stumbled now, barely managing to catch her footing, and stand up intime to see ehr opponent remove the shroud that had obstructed her vision. "Dirty trick..." She heard the other jedi mutter. A smile crossed her lips now as she took another defensive stance, still amused at her own comative trickery. The Miraluka was breathing heavil now, and had even begun to flush a light pink on her cheeks. It was obvious to tell that she was excited now by this fight, if not by her racing heart beat, then by the outward signs for sure.

She took another step forward now, and adopted a much more open and exposed stance. Both her blades were still drawn, and able to protect her from a strike if needed, but they werre pointed downward, as if inviting the other Jedi to look at her without fear of being attacked. Despite this however her opponent did not immediatly take this opening. Instead she had used a projection of force energy to become airbourne. This was indeed a unique tactic and one Mirian again had not expected. It seemed this other female jedi had left Mirians mind clouded, and unable to focus on the battle at hand. Instead now she remembered how it felt when they were locked in close, and if she could manage to get that again.

Now she needed a new strategy, one that would allow her to get back into close quarters with this Jedi again. With a flick of her wrist she disabled her blades and clipped them to her belt. This was one of those useless talents Mirian had aquired, she could quickly disable the blades and clip them up in a similar fashion to a gunslinger spinning his pistols and landing them in their holsters. Mirian now gave chase after her opponent, with the intentions of pulling this fight into close quarters again, if for no other resaon than her own want to be close to her. Already now an impressive distance had opened up between them, and Mirian had to run paticularily hard to catch up, and be ready for when the jedi landed.

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

With the dead air of the room rushing past her ears, Val had almost believed that she'd managed to escape the shimmering blades of the Miraluka. That sense of space between the pair held its gap for a few seconds, and she looked on with a sense of satisfaction as the other Jedi stood observing the shrinking figure escaping into the air above. Drawing her arms up closer to her body, she sighed a little happily at the breathing space she could feel around her, and for the first time could feel the unusually erratic beating of her heart as it raced within her chest. It wasn't usual for her to be so exhilirated and riled up for a duel, but then she wasn't used to such a unique opponent. Heck, she wasn't used to being on the losing side either.

And when her opponent now decided to draw her blades in to holster them, and as quick as a flash brought herself running after her, she felt a sense of concern as to what the next move was going to involve. Already she was at the peak of her jump, and the descent would begin. The descent towards a group populated with a Miraluka Jedi. Her mind passed from thought to thought as to what she was going to do before she landed - she'd not reach the ground without being in a dangerous situation, she could tell that much. Landing would require her to be open and vulnerable, and those were two things she was determined not to be. Her blade was still a long way away, and as proved evident by their previous clash, her single was no match for the combined efforts of the double.

Relying more on the knowledge that she was going down, and down only, and hoping to a huge degree that her opponent was not going to draw her sabers back out, Val's body began twisting in the air. Slowly at first, and then as the fall sped up, so did her movements until she was coming down like a dreadful spinning top, coming within a few seconds of impact with the Jedi below her and drew her leg out from the center of her body. It whipped around, and her eyes pierced the blurring surroundings to focus for a fraction of a second on her target, and the leg came around its last time, before arching across and screaming down towards the Miraluka with all the effort she could bring into it. Hopefully, the blind Jedi wouldn't be cruel enough to draw her sabers to defend against this retaliation.

[Miri Mojito]

Mirian didn't need to see where her opponent was now, not when she could feel her emotions rising. They now acted as a beacon drawing the Miraluka closer and closer to the point where the other Jedi would land. It was amazing how one tuned into the froce could use it in such a way. Despite not needing to look she found it hard not to turn her head upwards, to watch the grace of the other Jedi as she corsed through the open air. Through the force she was able to see her shaply form, the way her hair moved with the air currents, and the way she held her steady posture. It was something very pleasing for her to see, and only made her heart race more.

Mirian ran in almost silence, with only the occisional sound of her feet hitting the floor, though she could not hear it as her heart seemed to be beating loudly in her ears. As the other Jedi began her descent Mirian began to mentaly prepare how best to intercept her landing companion. Though with time not on her side she decided the best bet was going to be another quick hip throw, right as she landed. This however would prove ill advised as Mirian had not seen that the other Jedi had now prepared a swift roundhouse kick. As luck would have it however the young Miraluka became aware of the impending blow not a moment too late and threw her hands up to catch and cushion the blow. Despite avoiding the initial kick, Mirian had not had time to get her balance, and had been knocked sideways to the floor as she turned to catch it.

With a dull thud Mirian hit the floor, landing first on her postierier region, and then ending on her back due to the incredible momentum that had been built up. As she had caught the kick it had not hurt nearly as much, but hitting th hard floor with such force was sure to leave a bruise. For a moment the Miraluka was only able to look up at her opponent with a look of awe and lust. Very few Jedi had managed to knock her down, in such a manner, and fewer yet had caused her heart to race like this. Despite the almost apparent victory, Mirian still had some fight left in her. From her back she swept her legs hard and fast into the legs of her opponent, sending her ass over teakettle into the air, only to land face first ontop of Mirian.

As her opponent landed on top of her mirian felt all the air being forced out of her lungs. But the discomfort quickly passed when she realised that the other woman was lying on top of her and the pair where indeed nose to lose looking back at eachother.

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

With a satisfying hit, her leg came into blunt and thundering contact with the other woman. It wasn't fully forceful, as it wasn't even intended to be powerful, but it was sufficient enough to bring the Miraluka down the ground after several broken steps backwards. Her breath rushed into her lungs in quick succession, one after another, struggling to feed the excessive beating of her heart that was now spreading the full potency of adrenaline throughout her vessels. It was fortunate that the kick had not missed, or she would likely have went straight to the ground from the amount of spinning momentum. Curiously though, she felt she could tell what the opponent's next move was going to be, or rather she could predict actions to a degree. She seemed to know somehow that the Miraluka would block rather than dodge.

Her victory over the blind woman was short-lived, however, as there was the sudden feeling of a great scissoring at her feet, and her eyes didn't even have time to look down before she felt herself falling. The attack from the ground came almost instantly after her feet landed, and some of the residual momentum carried over as she dropped down, coming with a crash on top of something soft. Shifting her weight slightly, she felt the unmistakeable firm sensation of a leg pressed against her, and with a glance she found herself face to face with the Miraluka on the floor. If she had felt capable of blushing without being seen, her entire face would likely have exploded in crimson at the situation which could be seen as rather 'controversial' and also rather accidental. Not only that, but she'd clearly landed heavily on the other Jedi.

This was a duel, however, as she reminded herself, and with a quickl whipping of hands she snatched at the wrists of the Miraluka. Her body moved slightly into an on-top position, hardly wanting to offer any sort of opportunity for the loss of an advantage here. Taking the wrists, she pulled them up and away from her, pressing her full arm strength down to keep them trapped into the floor. Her breathing was erratic, but she hardly noticed, only just barely able to comprehend that she was doing something at the moment in very close contact with the other Jedi, and that she was winning or something. Something... she wasn't certain at this moment.

[Miri Mojito]

Mirian layed there in shock, afraid to move, afraid to breath, afraid to do anything. This was indeed a unique scenario for the Miraluka, normally, she would have tried to wrestle free by now, or atleast tried something, but now she felt helpless, and frozen. She could feel the womans breath on her cheeck, her weight pressing down on her, and even her heart beat, which raced like hers. Mirian's heart raced even more as she began to think about moving her hands, and placing them on the Jedi's hips. But before she could act on her thoughts the woman made a move. It was lightning quick and more than effective. She had switched her position so that she stradled Mirian and had snatched up bother her wrists and pinned them up above her head. She had also leaned forward to use her full arm strength to keep her hands above her head.

Mirian was now effectivly pinned by the other Jedi, who now seemed even closer than before. It seemed that the act of holding Mirians arms above her head, had brought the woman in closer contact with Mirian, as they were now almost lip to lip. The pair stayed like that for several moments, Mirian scared to move and trying to hold her breath. Mirian knew she had lost the dual, there was nothing else she could do, surly the other woman knew too, but why then had she not moved to let her up. Suddenly A thought occured to her, what if the other woman felt the same way, what if she too was struggling with her urges? Mirian flushed a bright shade of red at the thought. She had never before really thought of anyone else wanting her in such a way, as the Jedi teachings had taught her not to see herself in such a way.

Another moment went by and Mirian's heart began to race faster, to the point that she thought it would burst from her chest. She now wanted to know what the other woman was thinking as she looked down on her. Mirians mind was racing with possisblities and ideas. Sex after all was not prohibited to a Jedi, its just that Jedi tend to try and free themselves from such acts, to prevent unhealthy dependancies. And its not like she could become pregnant, by such action, after all the other Jedi was female. But it was still frowned upon, and something that even her master had tried to avoid. It was while these thoughts buzzed around that Mirian suddenly acted, suprising herself with her forwardness. The Miraluka leaned forward an inch and placed her lips on the other womans. She kissed slowly taking the time to feel the softness, and taste the sweetnesss of her companions lips.

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

Atop the other Jedi, Val felt that she had accomplished something rather tremendous. She wasn't sure just what she was supposed to be feeling at the moment, but the triumph she felt swelling in her chest at having defeated her opponent was a good thing for her. Or, at least she thought it was triumph, though she couldn't be sure. Looking down on the other Jedi she tilted her head a little, wondering just what had gone on in the last few minutes that she wasn't aware of. What had been going on around them that she hadn't been taking in? Her focus had been entirely on her opponent's body and features, not even wandering for a moment to the external world as she had forced herself to block and dodge the double swinging blades. The environment was slowly returning to her now, and breathing softer now she could sense the tension in the air - residue from their frantic duel, no doubt. The heartbeats racing to supply the bodies with oxygen, and her breaths coming in quickly. The Miraluka didn't even struggle against the grasp Val held. Didn't even...

Their lips suddenly contacted.

Val's breath seemed to stop in her throat, suffocating her as the Jedi beneath her moved in for the intimate touch, and held there with Val too stiff to actually move backwards. Her lagging mind struggled and strained with what was going on suddenly, and she shivered, pulling away quickly and drawing her arms back up across her chest, rolling off from the straddling position to lay down against the floor. So much emotion she had felt there - an incredible amount, and it scared her when it assaulted her through her orifice, invading her receptor cells and stimulating her body all over. Unwanted stimulation, she forcibly reminded herself, trying to remember just what a Jedi was supposed to do in this sort of situation. Kidnapping and duels she had been in for a long time and never had to worry about because the Force would help her. Well, it would until it abandoned her, and right now it felt like it had. Her body rocked a little to bring her head around to glance at the woman beside her, glancing into the eyes that would offer no returning gaze.

It felt an eternity before she finally spoke, and even when she did there was a significant lack of words that were supposed to portray her confusion at the situation. The reasons, the actions, the steps leading up to this point, the future, they were all important. She didn't even know her name. Did it even matter? What if the Jedi Council found them out? Then what would happen to them? Would she be exiled or simply executed? How was she supposed to teach Rein about control when she lacked it? The timeless moment passed, and finally her mouth whispered the word that carried an infinitesimally small part of the weight of the meaning. Her eyes even dropped, knowing she would not read any truth within the Miraluka's eyes.
"Why?"

[Miri Mojito]

For a brief moment the world seemed to stop all together. Everything around them seemed to fade away into nothing, leaving just the pair of jedi now locked in an intimate embrace. Mirian was still pinned beneath the other woman, her wrists locked above her head, and strangely she felt comfortable. And with the feeling of the other womans lips against hers, she began to feel things her body had not felt in a long time. She felt like she was on fire, but still a shiver ran up her spine as if she were cold. It wasent until the other woman had pulled away and rolled off of her that she began to regain her senses. Suddenly like a massive wave the realization of what had happened hit her. She had acted in passion and kissed another Jedi. She had kissed someone. This in itself was a massive concept to deal with as her cheeks flushed a deep shade of scarlet.

And then the silence was brocken. "Why?". The other Jedi had asked in a speechless voice. Suddenly like a shot Mirian sat up and rolled over onto her hands and her knees. She was now more aware of everything in the room than she had been before entering, partially out of fear. What if someone had seen,, what if they were reacing to tell the council and masters of what had transpired. WOuld she be sent away? or removed from the order? What would happen to the other woman? would they even punish her, as this had nolt been her fault. It was as she thought of this other woman again that her heart began to race. What was she going to say, she had no idea why she had kissed her, it just seemed proper, like it fit, like they fit. There was no way she could convey that.

Still on her hands and knees Mirian reached out with the force to find her missing articles, the lightsaber and her skirt. They were easy enough to locate, and with a raising of her hand they shot accross the floor towards her. The lightsaber was first in her grasp and with a flick of the wrist she had clipped it onto her belt like the other one. Her skirt came next, like a billowing shroud of fabric. She caugth it and sat up onto her knees. Mirian whipped the fabric around her lowerr body and managed to re attach it to her belt to cover up her leggings again. With a small sigh she fell forwrd onto her hands again. Mirian knew that she had to give this woman an explenation, something, anything. But it woulod be silly to try and explain what was going on her head. After all jedi werent supposed to feel so this woman might not even understand.

"I... I dont know... I thought that You and I...and... Im sorry if ive offended you. Depite trying she found it impossible now to say anything that made sense. She let out a sigh as she sat up on her knees again looking at the other woman. "My name is Mirian... SHe didnt know why she introduced herself now, but she felt it might calm the other woman a little to know who she was.