Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20170213053613/@comment-24416658-20170214081925

"Again!"

Jedi Knight Tanner Arthen stood off to the side of the training room, arms folded and feet shoulder length apart. Before him, on the training mat against a sparring droid, his Padawan, Anastasia Viridiana, was huffing and panting. She was training with her training lightsaber against a machine that would mimic the moves of a real padawan as well, giving her a more varied attack pattern each time.

"But master," Anastasia groaned, her arms drooping in tiredness, "I've been at this for hours now. Can't I get a rest?" Tanner sighed, closing his eyes. Ever since a rather crazed battle he experienced on the planet of Tatooine, where he and a fellow Jedi had searched after a strange separatist ship, his left eye was damaged, filled in entirely with a semi-glowing yellow hue, and the voice in the back of his head never truly hid. It was friendly, at least.

"Fine," he said, pressing a button to shut down the droid, "Get yourself some rest, Ana. Head to the canteen or something." He said this last part with a smile, and the young Padawan smiled back, handing back the practice lightsaber and trotting off to get some grub. He looked over to Wolfe's Padawan, who was still dutifully training away on the other side of the room. She was definitely determined here, and Tanner could appreciate that, but he had been working Anastasia to the bone. A little rest here and there wouldn't hurt.

"Training's done, sir?" Tanner heard a voice say. He turned around to see a Clone trooper before him, his armor outlined with lime green highlights to denote Sergeant status.

"Roman," Tanner said with a smile, taking the Clone's hand and shaking it, "Surprised to see you up here. Would've imagined you'd be eating with the rest of Tombstone Squad." The Clone removed his helmet, holding it under his right arm. A small scar was visible, right at the edge of his buzzcut hairline.

"They'll be fine without me, sir," he said, "Besides, wanted to come see how a Jedi trains. And for our spar session." Tanner chuckled, looking for a clock or some sort of time keeper.

"Is it that time already?" he said with a smile, "We'll have to pass on that, Roman. We're almost to planetfall, and we all have to be ready for it. You understand." The Clone nodded, no sense of dislike in his demeanor.

"Of course sir," he replied formally, "I'll be getting Tombstone ready soon. Will you be needing anything?" Tanner waved him off, stepping toward the exit.

"I'm going to go for a walk," he said, not looking back, "You go find Anastasia. Make sure she eats quickly."