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High orbit over Kashyyyk, Nakara went to see if anyone had come in, perhaps a lucky early bird. The droids which monitored the sector hadn't reported in anything though. Durge hadn't come back yet, and Nakara knew he was being impatient right now.

Using the time he had, he went to his personal chambers and watched the droids teach his apprentice on screen. They glossed over the basic principals, but he'd have to clean up the protocol to sound less textbook and more practical someday.

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"The fundamentals of lightsaber combat all come from the first form. This has always been, and always will be. If you find your current stance failing, one requires the basics to fall back upon. Makashi is great against blades, but your enemy can easily pull a blaster and attack. At which point, Shii-cho will be your greatest ally," the droid reported, going through a kata of blades.

"As so, until you beat one of us, you will not proceed."

Shisstal listened to what the droid had to say. "Well, it's never too late to practice." Shisstal responed to what the droid had told him. He activated the lightsaber. And, because he only really knew one part of Makashi, he used it. He gave the Makashi salute to his opponent by raising the blade vertically to his body before lowering it to his side. "And while we practice, why don't you tell me what one who studies Makashi should do if he or she happens to be facing someone with a blaster." Shisstal said while getting into an appropriate ready stance.

Cene got confirmation on her aproach and made a landing at her assigned bay. She landed her ship, the bottom wing of the courier ship sliding back and over top the vessel in a manner similar to a V-19 Torrent far in the future.

Cene descended down the boarding ramp clad in her repaired armor and loaded down with her weapons: dual pistols in their holsters, collapsed Mythosaur Axe slid across her back, and carbine in hand. Her visored eyes saw numerous droids awaiting her.

"Where are the crew?" She asked the nearest droid, curious as to the abscence of organic crewmen.

"All droid crew. What, are you handling biohazards?" Cene quipped as she took the elderly man for the one who summoned her.

She glanced briefly at the other ship that landed, the landing lights of the vessel flickering across her helm's dark visor. She then proceeded to follow the old man, her eyes drifting to his cane briefly, then back again.

"Where'd you get the cane, old man?" She asked suddenly, recognizing the gnarled thing from a prior experience. Either it or something like it had once been in the possession of Ung Kusp, the latest pretender to the Mandalorian Leadership. It had been stolen weeks ago, the culprit believed to be a twisted cyber-doc who was in town and vanished the night Kusp's toy was taken.

Shisstal smiled. "Alright then, Shii-Cho it is. After all, I obviously don't know Makashi." Shisstal said as he attacked. Form one was simple. Probably simple enough for the droid to block every attack. But Shisstal tried anyway. He tried to aim for the arms and legs with sweeping attacks from the lightsaber. One right hit and the droid would be down. Then he would be able to move onto the next stage.

Cene cast a glance at the thug next to her: some sort of humanoid in an obvious Mockery of Mandalorian armor.
If this was supposed to be her competition for the job, she would have no problems.
"Well whats the job then." She asked the man as the hunters followed him into the display room. "Time is money, after all."

A little sudden and uexpected, though not overly surprised, Siren let herself be overwhelmed by Calliga's sudden 'attack' that left her bound and helpless. " Hmm, I didn't think you were into it that much, but I guess I can play along if you want. " she said, as if to say this was all just a kinky way to get going in bed.

" You'll never get me to talk. " she said playfully. " I guess you'll just have to... torture me. " She bounced a bit on the bed in order to jiggle her assets in a provocative manner. " Seeing as I'm all tied up, all I can do is beg you to be gentle... " she said in a sultry tone. She wasn't against telling him some plans and ideas, or even hearing some, but this was a way to also see how far along he's come.

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Nemesis was up against a young padawan in a game of pazaak, and she was losing badly. As evidence, she had lost all but her underwear. Another round went by, and she lost that too. At least, that's what the padawan was seeing.

It was a lesson in itself. He assumed he could trick her into the game because she wasn't technically a Jedi and therefore one of the least likely to refuse. The fact he was at the age where the more primal desires are stronger helped to trick his mind. In reality, the moment he asked, he was given a firm backhand and knocked over, now laying on the floor staring blankly with a smile. In his mind, he was sitting at a table seeing Nemesis in every way he wanted to see her. She was sitting on a bench nearby, looking at him, focusing on his mind to give him his lesson on discipline.

Having won the game that he was sure he was just playing, he began to make advances on his new girlfriend. Just as he was about to embrace her, his entire body seemed to burn and the world fell apart into a vortex of darkness. Nemesis ended the illusion, and he instantly came back to reality, perfectly fine. " Consider that a bonus to whatever your master is teaching you. Never let desire overwhelm your judgement or your defenses. Had you not been so focused on perversion you might've been able to resist my mind trick. "

The padawan quickly apologized, realizing just what happened and why, and went away to try to escape the embarrassment. The incident did at least have some good come from it. It proved that Nemesis apparently did look better in a dress, at least in everyone else's opinion. Saria had gone off to tend to some younglings that had gotten hurt, and she didn't go with her because even with her current look, her eyes alone would usually scare children.

Deciding she had enough of the new type of attention she was getting, she started off to head back out and to her shack. It was to no avail however as when she returned to her home, she found the padawan from before dart out the door. With the Force aiding her, she quickly dashed inside to see if anything was missing, and everything of major importance was there. The only thing missing was her clothing. Apparently the padawan was attempting revenge by means of a prank by leaving her stuck with either the dress she was wearing or nothing at all. Quickly dashing back out, she easily caught up with the boy and grabbed him, stopping him in his tracks.

" You know nobody's allowed in my shack. " she said, anger in her voice. " Oh come on, I was just- " the boy started. " I don't want to hear it! " she cut him off, yelling. She reared an arm back, and he braced himself to be hit, when at the last second, she decided against it, giving a sigh and taking her normal tone. " While you shouldn't have done that to get revenge to begin with as it isn't the Jedi way, and would've failed as I obviously caught you, there are things in my shack that were forged from the Dark Side. While some of the Masters borrow them from time to time for purposes of study, even they are very cautious about it. It's very easy to be corrupted by such things, which is why my shack is off limits, especially if I'm not home. "

After further explaining the dangers of going through her things without her supervision, Nemesis managed to wisen the boy up into respecting his elders. He handed back what he had taken and asked to make it up to her by taking her out into the city for some fun. While his intentions were innocent enough this time, Nemesis turned him down. However, once she was back home and finally alone, she decided a change of things might do some good, despite the odd incidents she's been finding herself in. She already came to realize she was more comfortable in the dress when she wasn't thinking of her appearance. Her normal clothing was heavier and bulkier. As such, she didn't bother changing even though she finally got the chance to.

" Funny, it seems the only time nothing weird happens when I'm not using Dark Side energy to forge things or practicing my saber skills, is when I'm with Saria. I wonder why that is... " she said to herself as she fell back on her bed. Some rather amusing thoughts came to mind that almost made her laugh. While Saria seemed to always get Nemesis to compromise her warrior-esque style of behavior, it did pay off. However, she was still more at home on the battlefield. It's what she knew and did best afterall.