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“Training room, 30 minutes.” You directly demand over a holocall to Seyra with no preamble.
A wolfish smile grows ear to ear on the holoprojection. She speaks no words, but the grin was more than enough of a reply. With a click, she disappears.
With space at a premium on this goliath designed for war, it is impressive that there is even a room dedicated to such things, no matter how sparse and empty the training room is. Going to the local armoury, filled with non-lethal training weapons, you grab a blunted blade. Giving it a good heft, you evaluate the weight and balance of the blade. It feels good to have a weapon in your hand; it fills you with the sensation of power and strength. You feel her through the Force. Locating beings is a skill you have yet to master, but she’s calling the Force, violating it, and pouring it into herself. Charging herself with the energies stolen from the Force to empower herself.
Entering the correct training room, you spot Serya waiting for you. No longer garbed in bulky robes that could get caught and snagged, she instead wears a tight vest and leggings that hug her ample curves. Seyra’s whistling blade slices into the air as she warms up for your contest. Her sapphire eyes watch you with a ravenous intensity, never for a second letting you leave her sight. A smile on her lips that speaks of the victory she knows is inevitable, this duel itself is simply a formality for the obvious outcome. Both utterly beautiful and incredibly intimidating, like an angel of love and war. Captivating.
“What made you change your mind? Did your little whore cheerleader make you believe your own banthashit?” Seyra calls out across the small arena, enjoying the words leaving her mouth.
“You know, I didn’t want to hurt any of my teammates before the mission. I wanted everyone at their best. So you could perform for me. But I am going to hurt you for that.” You promise icily.
Seyra’s grin grows ever wider, and her tone turns as if chiding a child, “No, no, you won’t.”
