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You cough pointedly before the rest of the conclave can get too riled up. “Not that I don’t appreciate the pointers, but overwhelming her also extends to plotting your idealized development path. Too many cooks in the kitchen, y’know?”
<span class="mu-i">Translation: Ceyla Vikol is my padawan, not yours. Shove off and be patient because you’ll be getting some new padawans soon…</span>
Ten minutes later, Ceyla comes back down to find you speaking with Farr about his expertise in Form V. “Master, I’m back.”
“Excellent.” You direct the conclave back to their seats as you guide Ceyla to her starting position, and produce this exercises’ tools. “Let’s test what you’ve practiced.”
Your padawan’s eyebrows shoot past her blindfold. “…erm…those are a lot of remote droids, Master Farren.”
“They’ll start slow,” you promise as you set them up, “Then they gradually get faster. See if you can’t reflect one remote’s shot into another.”
Not one to back down from a challenge, your padawan nods. “I’ll try.”
Jokes on her, one of those remotes has been set to shoot as fast as a regular clone trooper. Comparatively slow to the maximum setting, which Trykov swears shoots as fast as Commander Skipp. Or, compared to the GAR, as fast as an ARC-trooper dual-wielding a pair of pistols.
“Countering is good,” you add as you lob the remotes into the air. They wobble, then adjust their courses, designating Ceyla as their target. They orbit her menacingly, like a pair of glowing moons. “But you always have the option to dodge.”
“What do you mean by-?”
<span class="mu-s">PEW-PEW!</span>
“-OUCH!”
“Shien is more mobile than Djem So!” you call as she hastily erects a guard, “Stay light on your feet and keep your lightsaber moving.”
>>Ceyla advanced her understanding of Form V.
>>Farren advanced his understanding of Form V.
>>The following day…
“Coming up on Rion,” announces Suzel as the <span class="mu-i">Albatross</span> exits hyperspace, “ETA to landing is thirty minutes, traffic pending. Trykov, you didn’t happen to pack any sunscreen, did you?”
“I also got bug spray,” the clone announces, “Because Force forbid you buy things at markup while away.”
Elba nods and vocalizes in agreement.
“Any chance of staying hidden?” you ask.
“Eh…not this time boss,” says Suzel, uncharacteristically serious. “Planetary development’s concentrated on the resorts and main spaceport. We’d get too many questions from local authority if we parked in the wild. Best we can do is hide in plain sight.”
“…this isn’t a ploy to get vacation time, is it?”
"...yeah, but nah. You gotta get a special license to go 'roughing it' in the wilderness."
And the fact that Swan and Choi would be arriving with vacationers.
"...I don't think I packed a swimsuit," grumbles Ceyla.
"Neither did I," you console her.
>>Roll 1d100 Encounter.
>Best out of five.