Trychon got up out of bed and turned on the lights. He felt well enough rested, but he'd had an interesting night of sleep. He got up and walked around the room, feeling as though he had some extra energy to work off, and then continued to stretch a bit while he waited to feel Raezyr stirr.
When Raezyr did finally get out of bed, Trychon gave him a moment to get his bearings before trying to communicate with him. Interesting night?
Uh... not particularly?
Good dreams then?
Yeah, now that you mention it...
Ok. Just checking.
Trychon could feel a bit of confusion flood back from Raezyr, but decided to let him figure it out on his own. He headed to the refresher to get ready for the day. As usual, it wasn't exactly meditation for him, but it was close. He came out with his mind feeling clear again, and picked out more of his training clothes. Standard blacks, with the shirt missing the sleeves again. He couldn't keep the sleeves on anyway, so he didn't bother anymore... Raezyr would just cut them off if they were there during a match.
He grabbed both his standard weapon and his training bag, and was about to walk out of his room when he felt a presence pacing outside his door. It took him only a second to figure out why before he hit the door control and stepped into the hallway. Kord was there as he suspected, and once again he nearly walked right into Trychon.
Kord stammered at first before calming down. "Oh, uh... Hello there uh... sir. I was just heading down to Control to check in with the Captain. Where are you headed?"
"Don't call me sir." Trychon responded, turning down the hall away from Control, and to one of the training rooms. "You don't owe me anything yet, kid." Kord didn't say anything, but turned to follow Trychon away from Control. As they walked, Kord eventually started asking questions again. He started by asking if he really planned on fighting crew members, and led on to questions about his lightsaber and practice blade and even the Sith.
Trychon turned into the training room they'd agreed to work in that morning, as it had a bit more room to accommodate a larger sparring match, as well as maybe a few extra spectators. The room was empty so far. Trychon smiled and threw his bag into a corner, and sat in the middle of the room with his legs crossed and his lightsaber in his lap. He closed his eyes to meditate, and then opened one to look at Kord, who suddenly seemed to remember he was headed to Control. Trychon smiled and closed his eye again, and allowed himself to meditate on the movements of everyone nearby in the base.
There was movement all around, but it was a little while before anyone actually headed his way. That was why he came down so early though... a bit of last minute solitude. When a few people did come his way, he could feel that Raezyr was just now getting out of the refresher. Oh well, time to entertain them a bit on my own. Trychon thought to himself, as he lifted his lightsaber a foot off of his lap as the men were turning into the room.
There were three of them. Two of them he recognized as men that were at the table the night before and had shown interest in a friendly match, the third he had seen before, but had never spoken to him. The one closest to him set his bag down. "Now you're not going to use any of those tricks on us, are you?"
Trychon grabbed his weapon and shook his head to reassure them as he rose to his feet. He switched out his lightsaber for his practice blade. "Half speed, ok guys? I haven't had many three on one fights before." The third man backed up and sat down on a bench. "Just watching for now." He said.
"Alright then. Shall we? Carefully..." Trychon turned to the other two who had gathered their swords and were settling into ready positions. They moved forward while Trychon held his ground. He ignited the practice blade and the first man lunged forward. Trychon parried and spun to one side, stopping with both men firmly in front of him.
They smiled at him, relaxing a little now that the first exchange was over and they still had their limbs. They took turns swinging at him and advancing. Trychon deflected or dodged every attack, and stayed mainly on the retreat. He made basic attacks at them when they were in clear position for a clean block. He allowed this to continue for several minutes before changing things a bit by feigning a quick lunge and then jumping back.
The second man's blade nearly caught his shirt, but by the time his jump was completed, he was over a meter out of their reach. He paused and held up a finger, motioning for them to wait a moment. Without looking, he tossed his lightsaber blindly at the entrance to the room.
Raezyr caught it deftly with his right hand as he turned the corner. Turning it off and tossing it back to Trychon, he walked over to Trychon's bag and set his next to it. "Good morning to you, too." The two men who had been facing Trychon laughed, letting their blades back down.
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