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Aurora just shook her head. “I appreciate the complement but I wouldn’t call myself an expert at it.” She grinned. “It appears that you and I have more than one thing in common than a love of flying. Ataru is the only style that I really know, and like you most of my practice time was spent by myself and remotes, until recently.” Her grin faded. “It always seemed like my master never really had enough time for me.” She said, more to herself than to Ritt.

She stayed quiet for a log time as she followed him out of the lift and down the ship’s corridors, lost in her own thoughts. Ritt had to be better than her, he was older than she was and had been doing this type of thing longer than she had been. Besides, he was a jedi while she was still just a padawan and she wasn’t sure haw she would feel if she bested him. However, there had been something in the tone of his voice earlier, and Aurora wondered what it was, until Ritt’s offer drew her attention.

“You might want to hold your offer until after you’ve assessed my ability.” She said, the hilt of her saber spinning in the flat of her hand. “You may wind up teaching me in both.” She gave him a lop-sided grin.

Ritt almost wanted to point out that he didn't call her an expert at anything, but such a comment would probably wind up being misinterpreted, and he quickly held his tongue. He opened the door to the main aft hold, a barren and the most spartan of rooms, still somewhat full from the cargo for the deployment. Still, in spite of the cramped quarters, a little creative use of the force allowed for enough footroom to a pair to work a little bit with.

"As time creeps by, we'll have more room to play, and more of the squadron will join in. But for now, we'll have to make do with only what we can."

Dropping the bag on the ground, he began stretching out his neck. "We may not always have time to get limbered up, but since we do," He bent over, his lips kissing his knees and rose back up, flexing out a few more muscle groups, before getting prepped.

"Let's see how you dance," he said, kicking the back up and releasing all six remotes into the air at once. They immediately activated, though only set to the lowest setting, a mere pinprick of an attack. "Lightsaber training, especially ataru, is much like flying an aircraft. You don't have to necessarily destroy a ship, but you've got to keep your eyes always moving, looking for the enemy and which ones are where. More importantly, you've got to identify which ones can shoot you, and which one's can't. No use being worried about enemies chasing someone else if your six is under attack."

Stryder arched a brow, folding his hands in the sleeves of his robes.
"Do you have somewhere you need to be that day?"

"The answer to that question depends on your own judgement, Captain. What it essentially boils down to is this: which would you rather expend to accomplish your mission, lives or ammunition?"

“Shiny, led away.” Melissa Replied, raising her hand to push back a few loose strands of her reddish pink hair that had blown across her face from the sea breeze. Following Katarra down the halls, she continued to taking in everything that she saw, all the beings walking around going about their day-to-day business, the sounds of machinery, and the smell of the sea breeze.

Katarra grunted an acknowlegement, and then turned to head down the halls. The city was very beautiful in a sea-side kind of way. Elegant sophisticated architecture, fountains, open patios onto spacious blue waters... it was a different kind of beauty than Katarra was used to. She could swim, but the idea of being this far from land with no shore beneath her feet made her very nervous. She stayed away from the edge of the railings.

She led them down a few hallways, making a couple turns until the corridor began to gently slope down, taking them under the surface of the city, into the sub-section. Smaller thick windows showed dark ocean outside, fish swimming calmly, and a few drifting pieces of sea-life. Steadily, the life down here began to get more seedy, shifting eyes followed them briefly, but quickly minded their own business. Bothering a wookiee and a woman packing a blaster usually was a bad idea.

Katarra ducked into a small bar once they had traveled a good distance, and glanced around. The atmosphere was smokey here, music low and bad, and several people huddled about in quiet conversation. She grunted to Melissa and took up position at the bar, requesting drink as her blue eyes scanned about for a potential buyer.

Sonya had awoken early enough to prep every part of her. Fresh tunic and pants, she had really grown sick of the standard academy gear, and was hoping to buy a more elegant set of clothing later on. Still, she made sure she would not be early, nor late, being precisely on time as a woman of her upbringing would be.

The clack of her boots across the throne room's marble floor was eminent, as she crossed her arms. Yesterday she bowed and got chewed out. Today, she took the opposite approach, standing straight and uncompromising. She'd feel out Karah, sooner or later.

"Master Tos, I'm ready for anything you can dish out. So what's the first thing wrong with me?"