Bickering Between Unblood Siblings [Yarkar + Ali]

[Aliclair Austjor]

Had it not been for the initiation, Aliclair would still be meditating in her quarters. But, training called and as an apprentice, she had to answer to better herself. When the suggestion of bettering her lightsaber combat, the feminine was hesitant but accepted nonetheless. It was pointless to have the signature weapon of the Light and Darkside but not know how to properly wield it. "We'll be at your suggested location soon, Yarkar. Just landing now." She said over comms while prepping to land.

The location the young acolyte had said was an arena located on Yavin IV. Plenty of open space and room to do a proper spar. Once she landed her YT-2000 'Talon', she gathered herself, along with her lightsaber then headed to the loading ramp where it 'hissed' open. The hybrid waited with a hand on her hip for the younger human.

[Yarkar Edetar]

Yarkar smiles, it had been awhile since he had an opponent worth fighting, not to mention one that wanted to learn. He felt empowered, worthy. Something befitting a Sith of his stature as he watched the ship land. He made his way towards it, swiping his hand in front of him as he sent a message crawling into Ali's head, "Behind you" (Telepathy). As she turns around, he makes sure to give her a smirk. "You've finally arrived. I take it you've received my offer well? After all, it's much better to train with an opponent that wouldn't take your head off if you made a wrong move, isn't it?"

He ignites his saber, spinning in a flourish before letting it shut itself off as he attached it to his waist. He truly was glad to see Ali again, she felt similar to him when he last tasted her presence in the Force. He could sense a will to grow her natural gift, something that was lacking in his companionship with Kressara, but restrained enough to not go mad like Ishtar. What a person to behold before him, a Sith of his own inclination indeed.

[Aliclair Austjor]

Ali's mind slipped into a slight, but brief daze and it was Yarkar's voice that brought her out of it. Her ears sat upright as she looked up than behind her to see him. She let out a small scuff but a small smile accompanied her lips afterwards. "Always did like making an entrance, eh?" She said with a slight arched brow in curiosity before she made her way out her ship. "I would've preferred training sabres but I feel like Silas would've laughed at me if I requested them, plus, I do trust you to not go for the head. Or- any of my limbs. Plus I didn't go on a Cat and Mouse game just to let my saber go to waste." She added, holding the phrik-beige handle in her hand and letting it twirl in her fingers, unignited.

"Surely our spar won't happen out here. Is there an appropriate location? I have yet to explore this planet to its fullest." The feminine asked while clasping her saber in its holster located at the base of her spine and above her tail.

[Yarkar Edetar]

"An entrance is half the fun, Aliclair. And I can assure you, I have sparred with others and haven't mutilated anyone to date." He tosses his saber hilt between his hands, his fingers running across the shined steel of his lightsaber. Despite being 5 years old, no one would be able to tell with the amount of time he put into making sure that the lightsaber met his high standard as much as he did. "I much prefer working with the real thing anyways, Tormentous never gave me a training saber, he simply tossed me a vibroblade before coming at me with his. It's the best way to learn. If it's not dangerous, we wouldn't try half as hard to get our defenses right. After all, staying alive is the first manner of business, victory is the next."

Yarkar thought for a moment. "Depending on what you're looking for with this, there is the arena in the temple that we could spar in for a much more controlled environment. However, if you're looking for a place where you have more to work with than a dusty floor, we could also go into the jungle. The fauna tend to scatter when they hear loud noises, in my experience."

[Aliclair Austjor]

The feminine contemplated for a moment before going with the arena. "Nothing a quick sweep can't fix. Let's see where this arena is." She said. As the duo walked with Yarkar taking lead, Aliclair thought about what the younger apprentice said. "Try not to put Tormentous on too high a pedestal. While Sith, there are better training methods. I understand it's to hone us to the best of our abilities and even beyond but it's.. inhumane." She added with a slight backward slick of her mixed ears. But again, the Darkside of the feminine had yet to become in sync with the mind. She tried to see the Darkside as an ally and while it had worked thus far, she still did not enjoy the feelings she had to use in order to put the inky energy into play. To activate her more feral and primal side instead of logic and using a straight head. It went against everything Ali had learned as both royal and Padawan.

Once they reached the arena, Ali looked around with a slightly disgusted look. It was in much shamble and in serious need of a tune-up. "Eesh Yarkar, you train under these circumstances?" She asked with a hand on her chest while pacing the large room. Flicking her tail, she released it from its curled state to extend and use it as a broom to begin sweeping the ground of debree and pushing it to a corner. She only did a good chunk of the middle of the arena where the two would exchange plasma blades so no one got hurt slipping. Or having a sneeze fit to the death. "Just wait till our spar is over." She mumbled to herself while moving some old wooden weapons to the side of the arena. Once the area was clean enough, or by her standards, she gave a small nod to herself. "This should suffice.. for now." She remarked while brushing her tail clean using her claws then allowed it to get back into its idle curled state.

[Yarkar Edetar]

"Too high of a pedestal? I argue I don't respect him enough. Inhumane or not, he was the reason I even survived when a Jedi got the better of me. He taught me how to survive, he made me strong, and I shall forever be in his debt for that. It's not about the morality, it's about the results. The Dark clings to pain and sorrow, to anger and death, to hide from it is to immerse yourself in the puny Light. The Jedi spend all their time staring into the light until they go blind in the dark, confused as it swallows their stars whole."

Yarkar hid his embarrassment with a long monologue, the slight blush on his cheeks rose from her cleaning up after the last duel apparently made a mess of the place. He really had talked the place up a bit more than it deserves, in the end, but that was the way of getting her to come out here, he supposed. His shoes made trails along the dusty floor as he stretched, getting himself ready for the spar to come. He had to keep his guard up, he knew she was more formidable than even her appearance gave her credit for. He could sense under the surface, something strong lurked (Sense Force User). He wondered how much she knew of what he could sense in her, never mind the fact that it was just her current potential. Who knows the heights she could reach, given time?