Saphira yawned, stretching almost lazily as she checked the holo-clock. Blinking as it flashed back a time of 0330. With a sigh she dropped back against her bunk.Lord.. She thought to herself, closing her eyes to see if she would fall back to sleep. A few moments of that the female balled her hands into fists and sat up smashing them into the bulkhead.

Fists stinging, she slid off and dressed into her PT gear. Black skin-tight shorts with a matching sports bra. Both with silver trim on the sides. One of her favorites and was so very comfortable. Other then a good work-out she never wore it. If she had a choice she would wear it  all the time. Yet she had to remain in a semi-proffesional setting. Even in the barracks.

"Well I might as well start now. An extra hour early today.." Whispering to herself as she slide out of her room and quietly walked down the hall. Her feet brushing the cool floors gently as she mechanically wound her way to the training room.


Once inside, she spun to set the lights. Everything was in order once more. Sighing as she walked over to the bench. A new array of weapons strained the table as she smiled.

"I guess doc hasn't learned.." She thought, her hand reaching out to brush one of the blades gently. Accidentally slicing her finger on it as she hissed and pulled her hand back.I see the blades are extremely new and extra sharp.. She thought. Wanting to try them out but would have to wait as she flickered her gaze over her cut. A thin red line oozing up as she placed her fingers in her mouth and walked back over to the center of the room to begin her stretching routine.

Jersh heard heavy thuds echoing from the room as he hesitated at the door for the newly repaired training room. He raised his eyebrow in confusion, usually he was here before anyone else, even Saphira. He sighed and readjusted his towel, perhaps wishing that he had brought a shirt, just to be decent. He touched his hand to the panel to have the door hiss open and reveal the newly repaired training room. He stepped inside and felt the door slide closed behind him quickly, as if it were afraid to let the destruction usually caused by him and Saphira to slip out. A small smile cross his lips as he remembered that they had torn this place apart viciously last time.... and how it had ended. He still remember the taste of his own blood mingled with the sweetness of Saphira’s kiss...

He noticed first that the scars on the walls and floors that resulted from their clashing of their blades were repaired completely. There were no longer any pools of blood staining the walls and floor either, it appeared completely spotless. There were benches that sported what appeared to be newly crafted blades and weapons of every kind Jersh could imagine. It was like a paradise to him and to complete the set, he saw Saphira standing in the middle of the room. She had paused in the midst of her training to face him with a smile as she realized it was her Jersh. Jersh closed the distance and managed to give her a long, hard kiss before pulling away. Saw a line of blood trickling down her hand and smiled as he realized that she had been testing the new weapons.

“You should be more careful around sharp objects my dear..... they tend to cut” Jersh smiled as he hinted back to their fight that had torn apart this room last time. She blushed slightly and gave him a not-so-light punch in the arm for his efforts.

“You are one to talk, trying to fight someone far more skilled that you with that wound you had” She said sarcastically. She had never approved of that fight, she had thought he was looking down upon her. He to this day still assured her he had only fought... because their like spirits were calling for them to fight to bring them together. And looking at the results from right now..... it showed there was something to his thinking.

Jersh took Saphira’s hand in his own and gently, slowly, stuck her bleeding finger onto his tongue. He savored the sweet taste of her blood and cleaned the wound before smiling at her evilly. "You taste as good as ever M'Lady"

He walked slowly making his way down to the training room. Thoughts of his dream drifted back into his mind. What the hell do they mean, and why me? He couldn’t figure it out, it was like a puzzle missing a piece, to a computer program missing vital pieces of information, it just wasn’t possible to make it out… at least not yet, if it meant anything at all.

Blackout walked slower now, he was just within reach of the door when he heard a loud thumping sound, it almost sounded like someone was trashing the place, or at least getting there. ,i>Saph and jersh. he sighed. It wasn’t the first time that they had trashed it and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

Tyro put his card into the slot and let the door open. He smelled different scents, most of them of newly renovated metal and such. I wonder if someone is meditating. he thought remembering the smells from the Gran that was transferred here a few weeks ago.

“how…Dare you…” Saph Was the first person who came to mind. He was right Jersh and Saph were either messing around or they were back to fighting. Maybe I can break it up.

Tyro stopped short of the door’s to head to the weapons room. He bent down and pulled out his case and strapped it onto his belt and leg. Then he took out his vibro-axe and strapped it to his back. He was a man of resources, the more you had the longer you could survive… he was taught.

I better not interfere, play it casual. He walked up the stairs carrying his duffel bag the whole way, acting like he was just coming for another day of training. The sounds had stopped but he knew they were up there.

When he rounded the corner though he got a surprise.

Jersh sighed as Saphira went wild again, getting all the wrong ideas for reasons that were not apparent to him at this moment in time. He receive the sword from the wall, the tip was no longer in perfect condition and he shook his head at Saphira. She needed to learn to respect the blade, or at least not break all the gear they had to work with. Beating her to the punch, he grabbed the last remaining vibroblade and bounced them in his hands, lightly swaying from side to side. Their balance was still good enough to be used, thankfully Saphira had not been near them long enough. That thought brought a smile to his face, though he knew that she would kill him were he to voice it aloud.

“Don’t think you will take me so easily m - Saphira” He said, purposely letting his tongue almost slip just to watch her suddenly blush and her lekku twitch in annoyance. She had her many cute sides, and Jersh was looking to discover them all. This one was definitely one of his favorites. She growl at him and came in swinging in an overhead chop, both hands gripping the handle for added effect. Jersh whistled innocently and brought his blades up in a V, catching the sword between the arch to soften the impact on his own swords. With a twitch of his wrist his left sword fell into a reverse handed grip that allowed him the bring the razor sharp edge of his blade to her throat while his right handed blade kept her sword at bay.

“Tsk tsk tsk” Jersh said with a smile, though he knew Saphira could get out of this predicament easily enough with her skills. “You really should be careful who you attack Saphira”. He hit her right hand with the flat of his blade, causing her to drop the blade reflexively. Jersh’s vibroblades blurred as he caught it between his own and threw it hard to the side, passing by Blackout on his other side and taking off a slight bit of hair on his other side as well.

“Erm.... Ooops” Jersh said, getting a safe distance from Saphira. “Sorry about that.... well hey.. At least the side are even now...”

“Boy's boy's your forgetting, it's every man for himself.” Saph appeared behind jersh holding a sword. She brought it up to swing and Blackout thought it was the end.

Saphira aimed for Jersh first. The man spun and blocked in a twirl. The blades clashing with sparks as his fist came up with a punch into her mid-section.  The female stepped the side. His punch hitting air as she side-stepped, bringing their blades down and  knocked his feet from under him. Jersh fell flat to his face and rooled, comming up and watching as Saphira  Went at the Echani.

Blackout smirked, bringing his ax up as she came in with a left-feint.  The look almost menacing as he pushed her blade down and poped his elbow up to connect with her jaw.


The Twi'lik  felt pain. The impact clanking her teeth together hard. It didn't stop her as she slipped the blade down his weapon. Forcing him to move. Blackout  twisted the handle, sliding it to force her blade up and saw the mistake he made. Saph moved, bringing her knee up into his mid-section hard to knock the air out from him.

"Play nice.." She whispered in his ear. Puching back and knocking his feet loose as Jersh then came back at her. A smile on his face as he smirked. Bringing the blade across her shoulder and drawing some blood. Saphira hissed in pleasure and pain as the blood began to flow. 

"Looks like Blackout got you as well.." He rasped as she swung at him. Jersh locking their blades as he noticed her puffy and bleeding lip.  Saph Snarled as she felt the Echani move behind her. 

"Does he now?"  She breathed, twisting the hilt and dropping to the floor as  Blackout came in with a slash from behind. Her foot  came up to kick him in the stomach as Jersh  reacted to block the other mans blade.

Blackout looked at Jersh, trying to predict his next move. It was hard because Jersh wasn't much of an opaque person. However Blackout had one idea that might put him in the nurse's stations for a while.

He stood up and started spinning his axe in his hand. He looked over to see saph looking at him as if he had just gotten out of a daydream, and in some respects he had. He spun it faster as Ejrsh kept his defense position. Your good Jersh, but I was just getting warmed up, echani have faster reflexes than normal humans. Fool. He twisted his arm so that the blade was spinning at his side. As he started to charge Jersh got into a different defense position that Blackout wasn't expecting, still he knew how to work around it.

Moving his axe in front of him he spun it at a steady rate still. Slipping his hand to his belt he took out two knives, which in this case would come in handy. Slowly he slowed down his axe and waited for Jersh to prepare for the strike.

As soon as Tyro got close there blades met, the pressure from th spinning of the blade almost put enough pain in Tyro's arm to knock himself back, luckily though he kept with it. Their eyes locked. Jersh grinned and started breathing heavily, blackout fallowed suite.

“your good, but not very smart.” Jersh said. He slid his Blade down to to the end of the axe. Tyro was doing whatever he could to stop the sliding of his blade. The grin was turning into a slow smile. Blackout knew he had met his match, but he still had one trick left, if only he had the chance to use it.

Blackout's thoughts kept going back into the plan all he needed was enough pressure and he could do it. He only had one hand on the axe which was making it hard to keep the block back. Then the chance came Jersh slid the blades back down to the middle of the blade on the axe. Blackout pressed as hard as he could with the one hand he had and released the pressure, he jumped from the momentum and slipped backwards dropping the axe and revealing the hand witht eh knives. He threw them with full force while in mid-flight.

Once he landed a grin came across his face as blood started streaming out of Jersh's right should and his left arm.

“How's that ... for good.” It was Black's turn to smile.

“What are you so smug about” Blackout demanded seeing Jersh grinning through the attack. He looked confused as to why Jersh was laughing when he had scored two hits on him. Jersh shrugged and the sound of shattering metal filled the room as Blackout’s axe shattered from the stress of Jersh’s concentrated blows on the single point that Blackout had waited for an opportunity to attack to present its self. Blackout looked slightly awed and shocked as he stared at the useless weapon held in his hand. That distraction cost him as Saphira mounted her attack on him from behind.

He saw Blackout put her into a hold and shook his head slowly, his suspicion being confirmed when Saphira snapped her head back to break his nose. Jersh saw Saphira licking the blood from the edge of her blade and sighed. She was enjoying this far to much, but Jersh always did enjoy watching her. He knew she would not hurt him.... emotionally at least..... even when consumed by bloodlust.

Jersh wrenched both of the daggers from his arms with a quick jerk, gritting his teeth against the pain as he felt the metal grind against his bones. Small fountains of blood stained the floor and joined the quickly growing rivers of crimson liquids that covered the newly cleaned floor. He sighed, knowing just what Doc was going to say when he saw this mess. He tossed the daggers to the side and whipped the blades around to loosen up the damaged muscles before taking a seat and closing his eyes. He was ready for anyone who approached him as he rested his eyes and willed his muscles to slow the flow of blood out of his wounds. He had studied that it was possible, through sheer mental control, to even stop the heart for a prolonged period of time. The blood stopped flowing from his wounds and slowed to only a few drips as he continued to concentrate.

Jersh sighed and pulled out the last knife, calmly tossing it to the mat and his own swords as well. He dashed forward from his sitting position easily, closing the distance between himself and Blackout. He leapt into a short forward flip, his foot trailing behind him. He came down with a low growl that resounded throughout the room. His heel connected with the back of Blackout’s neck and sent them both sprawling onto the floor. Jersh took his time rising and felt Blackout’s pulse with his fingers. It was still strong and Jersh rose and a stifled groan and looked over at Saphira before turning back to his unconscious opponent.

“I do not kill in sparring matches” Jersh said with an almost nonchalant tone and threw a towel down onto him. “Good match” he said before turning to see the damage they had caused. He was almost afraid to look as he turned in a slow circle.

If there was such a thing as hell... he imagined it would look similar to the training room right now. The blood from three separate races covered the walls and floor, giving a gruesome impression that some terrible battle had taken place in here. The floor was littered with gore-covered weapons and broken bits of Blackout’s axe. Gashes covered the floor and walls, results of all the parries and deflected blows that took place during the match.

The door hissed open and Doc stepped through, looking forward to get a good morning workout. The scene that greeted his eyes was not something he had expected. Jersh, Saphira and Blackout who was passed out on the floor. The were all bleeding from random wounds and Doc felt his eye twitching as he looked at the destruction that was evident in the room.

“What in the hell have you two done again!?” Doc gasped and turned to glare at then.