Welcome to Gaia! ::

((My apologies, but why the autohit combo? I was hesitant to even say that I clashed with your saber because I thought it an autohit.))

"First of all," Nova replied as he got up,"you forget that I'm a Dark Jedi first, and then learned how to fly starships. It's called versatility." On this last statement he used Force Pull to retrieve his saber. "Second of all," he said, while pulling out his other saber,"you have only begun to see my power."

As he turned it on both sabers stated,"Finally, these sabers belonged to my former Master, a member of the Jedi Council. If you think you are above me you are GRAVELY mistaken!"

This last statement was immediately followed by a Force Speed enhanced charge, followed by a jump over and behind Sonya. He slashed at her right shoulder with his right arm, while preparing for a counter attack with his left saber.

Koren had just finished another game with his Hangar crew and lost. He laughed and shrugged it off, much to the relief of the soldiers, who had half-hidden looks of terror on their faces.

Relax, boys. I wouldn't kill you... nobody's paying me.

With that, he chuckled and walked away from the men who couldn't tell if he was joking or serious. He made his way up to the lift and took it to the Command Deck.
He loved the Trireme-class cruiser. It pitted two ships against eachother like two Zakkeg fighting. Purely brutal 'survival of the fittest' combat. And the best part was that it was his. He had earned it by capturing the Dry-dock, which was when he landed the job as well.
The lift came to a smooth halt, a testament to how new it was.

Captain on Deck, Salute!

At ease, boys. Do me a favor Lieutenant, send a message to command asking When we will will be shipping out. We have a lot of military power that is going to waste just floating here. If you need me, I'll be just a Comm call away.

Koren turned and walked back to the lift. He entered and punched in the deck that housed the ships armory.

"Maybe not on planet, but we're bound to have something in orbit," Ritt replied. "I've never been on most planets anyway. But we're refitting and rearming, so it's bound to let the pilots do the same thing"

"I'd imagine that the experience would depend on the person. Some might not mind it, although that might be more superficial than desired," he said, imagining gambling and other things which would simply leave her lost to the throes of the environment.

"I've been considering something else. I wanted to try to petition the order to formally train you, as my own padawan. You're assigned to me as a soldier, but you seem to be fitting in around here as well. Instead of bouncing around from brother to brother, I thought maybe you might want to consider settling down here. But I'd rather you think on it first and give me your answer. I'm not much of a teacher, but I figure it'll make things simpler later on."

Shisstal showed little suprise when Nakara had snuck up on him. Instead he turned towards him. "I happen to like your 'toys' very much Nakara. But that's beside the point. But yes, I've been training for the moment that I would be facing something like this. But there's only so much I can get out of training with droids. Living beings are so much different. Creative, inventive, and unpredictable, for the most part. This apprentice sounds like he will make for a very interesting fight." he said. Shisstal was sure he could beat this other apprentice, he would just need some more training before that time. Then, he be that much closer to his own Darth title.
Shisstal couldn't help but smile a little at that thought. But his slight smirk turned into a grin when Nakara presented him the curved hilt lightsaber. As Shisstal picked it up in his hand, he could already feel that the hilt felt better in his hand than the straight hilt did. "I think it may be very useful after I defeat Fury." he said as he activated the crimson blade.

((Yeah, sorry nelo.))
"What you fail to realize," Nova replied, "is that the only disadvantage of Jar'Kai comes into play when going against a single-wielding opponent who posseses more strength than you. You do not possess such strength." This last statement was emphasised by him switching to the offensive and charging Sonya with both sabers.

((For future reference, Darth Nova's birth name was Roland Firz'r.))

Nova was forced rapidly backwards, using his sabers to take the brunt of the blow. Dammit! She's really pissed now! Then something from back in his days as a Jedi sprang into his mind.

"When your opponent has flared into a dark rage, what must you do, Roland," the wisened old master asked the young Nova.

"Destroy them before they can destroy me," replied the rash boy.

"No! You must remain calm and allow them to slowly destroy themselves from the inside," reprised the Master.

"How is that gonna make me win the fight?!"

"They will eventually act too boldly in their rage, and, leave you the opening you need."

The memory faded from Nova's sight and suddenly he knew what to do. Maybe those years spent toiling under the Light will come to some use!

He quickly put one of his sabers away and resumed the Makashi stance. He distanced himself from the years of resentment and anger, and with a cool mind, prepared himself for any attack his opponent would make.