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Rane Starkiller

Padawan-Jedi Guardian-Lightsaber Specialist- Energy Pool: 220/220-Master/Teacher: Rekoa Nimbus

"Another five years gone, and I'm still doing this crap." Rane deflected a blaster bolt, fired by one of the automated training droids in the battle yard, and sent it right back at its owner. The droid toppled onto itself and let out a sad moan as the metal creaked. Rane twirled his saber skillfully in his right hand as he deactivated the blade and clipped it back onto his belt. It had been five years since he began his training with Master Nimbus, and he had progressed immensely, completing as far as he could go in Soresu as possible. He opted to train in Soresu rather than Shii-Cho, finding it necessary to train in something that could protect a being, rather than harm one. It was easy, Rane had become adept at the saber and he wasn't stopping.
It did itch Rane someway, he had made all this progression and yet no advancement to Knight, "I guess that's what I get for being older than a padawan should be." He had just turned twenty-one a couple months back, he was finally an adult, his mother would've been doddling over him with some sort of celebration if he was back home. That was one of the things Rane missed about Corellia, his family. And of course, his mother's cooking. Rane sighed and flipped up his hood. It had fallen down during training, and the next wave of droids were incoming. He had set the training to infinite waves, and this was wave three. He would shut down the module remotely with a link to his wrist once he was done, or getting too overwhelmed.
The droid Rane had dispatched earlier buzzed and whirred while it reset itself for the behavior of the next wave. It jumped up, discarding itself blaster rifle in the process. It donned a vibro-blade, with cortosis weave, and entered in a defensive stance. Three others did the same, while a fifth equipped a standard blaster pistol. Rane reactivated his lightsaber as he readied himself. The link on his wrist buzzed, signaling the start of the wave. The droids pressed forward as the armed one stayed back, firing pot-shots at him.
Rane deflected them away and dashed forward into the fray. He shoved a droid away and engaged the one behind it. Rane flicked his wrist to the side, chopping the droid's main arm messily off. Oil oozed from its 'wound.' Rane shook his head at his own sloppiness, but whipped around facing another droid. He sent another attack toward the new targets main hand, slicing this time clean through. The droid clunked to the ground, as did its arm and weapon, as Rane kicked it away. Nice and neat, Rane was pleased.

Rane Starkiller

Padawan-Jedi Guardian-Lightsaber Specialist- Energy Pool: 220/220-Master/Teacher: Rekoa Nimbus

The droid flicked its blade in its hand, the weapon tracing circles in the air. It was studying Rane, watching him. This is what the droids were program to do, adapt. Adapt to Rane's stance, moves, and all his action. It disturbed Rane to a degree. The padawan mimicked the automaton's actions, attempting to throw the thing's programming off. Rane thought and studied. He was trying to find an opening. The droid seemed to have a small glitch in its programming. Every time it collected data, it stopped for no more than two seconds, just enough of an opening for Rane to take. Rane waited two heartbeats, and when the glitch popped, Rane was face to face with the droid. Rane sent an upward slash, amputating the droid's hand, and soon after that, decapitated it. The last droid sent another pistol shot at Rane, which he deflected back, knocking it down. Rane's wrist buzzed, signaling the end of the round. He pressed a button on his wrist, which paused the training sequence. Rane needed a break, go take a walk to cool off. He would make his way back to his room and don civilian clothing, his flight jacket to be specific, and then head to the front steps.

(((OOC: Exit)))