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"I am just going to be moral support. Perhaps distract your friend here." He gestured with his cane to Kai. "Not like that knowledge what Cyrus has for you is anything new, nor useful to me." Minlan smiled and started to get up from his chair. "Let us go then. Any idea where you lot will train, though? I guess the gardens of the hotel will make a fine place?"

Hospital
"Well I can't promise to take the time and explicitly show you how to fight Jedi but you're more than welcome to watch and come up with counters yourself, Kai. Normally I would but I've kinda already neglected Nex enough for now." Cyrus tossed his tea in the trash and went to go sign his discharge papers.

Hotel Garden
When they'd found a decent spot where they wouldn't be disturbing any of the other guests, although not much more could be as disturbing as a droid explosion, Cyrus tossed his circular datapad on the ground. It started to project a hologram of a generic human standing straight upright. "So before we get started, you need a bit of a history lesson."

"So we know from the Old Order that there were seven forms of saber combat and a few unique variations within those styles. We know most of the names but only have complete records of two of them with partial records on a third. Ironically the base form is the one we only know a bit about, so Master Skywalker has had to improvise on this one a bit."

"So consider this your introduction to Form I, it's truly less of a form and more just the basic series of strikes and parries. The bare basics so initiates don't spaz out the first time they hold a training blade. If you ever fought using sticks with your siblings you probably will get this pretty quick."

Cyrus hunched over and tapped his datapad once more, targeting circles appeared over the four limbs and head of the hologram. "These are your six striking zones; head, back, left side limbs, right side limbs. Cuts in the balanced style of Form I tend to be either completely vertical or horizontal but I think it'd be better to teach you the fast style. So instead your cuts will be horizontal or diagonal starting from either high or low."

"So grip your virbroknife like this, yes we're going to start you off on two legs. The first time around pay attention to my footwork then watch the cuts. You'll be surprised how easily the pieces fall together once you've seen both." He dialed the power on his saber way back and slowly went through the motions for Nex.

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Nexnip followed as his master instructed. Though the uneasy feeling of being on two legs after quite some time made him a bit disorientated. Standing up alone caused enough trouble as it is. He was a little embarrassed that standing gave him so much trouble. But he pressed on. He wanted to make sure he'd make Cyrus proud to call him his apprentice. He wanted to make his father proud to call him his son. And he really didn't want to make a fool of himself. He found that it helped if if he focused on the reasons he was going through this training in the first place. To protect his home, to protect his people, to protect his family. It was the best reason to stick with it, and give it his all.

He did as his Master instructed. He focused on his leg movements first. Then he saw how Cyrus made his cuts. He stumbled a bit the first few times, so he focused on just getting his legs to move how he saw Cyrus move. Then he went for getting the slices down. He missed his target a fair bit of times. But once he landed his hits he moved onto putting the two movements together. He was surprised to find out how well they worked in conjunction with one another.

Throughout his training though a small doubt crept in the back of his mind.

"Cyrus...are there any of these...form...thingies that take in to account someone of...well, my size. Because from down here, I can do quite a bit of damage to someones legs...not so much anyplace else though..."

Cyrus got into the flow of going through all the cuts, taking this time to not only train Nex but to get used to his new mechanical digits. He really did have a whole new appreciation for the sheer quickness of adaption with regards to prosthetics. "Good question, in fact there is. Form IV is the other style we have a complete manual on. It'll be a while yet before you're ready for that sort of thing though. It requires not only a perfect understanding of the basics but also precise Force control."

He let out a bit of a nervous laugh. "It's a very dynamic form, those who use it will channel the Force to increase their strength, agility, and reaction time. I'd go so far as to say that Form IV fighting is done moreso in the air than on the ground."

"Our main problem is that I won't be able to teach it to you in the way you deserve....because to be quite frank I'm kriffin' awful at it. Sure I can go through the motions but well...just look at me." Cyrus addresses the point that he's a rather scrawny individual at best. "Even with the Force I don't have near the stamina to make any real use of it. I think the last time I sparred with Master Skywalker it was....thirty seconds or so to complete exhaustion."

At the point he added in the parries and one-handed swings of Form I. "Tell you what though...do well enough today and I'll demonstrate a bit of it for you at the end of our session." He said, giving Nex a sly smile.

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He smiled in response to Cyrus's offer. He was just glad that there was a way he can actually use these lightsaber things properly, and that his size won't be considered much of a handicap if he's able to go the distance. He gave Cyrus a nod in confirmation and focused himself on his training. He needed everything he could be taught if he had any hope of stopping Darth Onii, and to make sure his goals never come to fruition. It'll be quite a while till he'd be able to use this Form IV to its full effect. But a sneak peek at what to expect couldn't hurt.

And so every other thought was pushed aside for now. No worrying about the future. No worrying about everyone. No worrying about Onii. There was no worries for him at the moment. Only training and training right was on his mind. He doubled his efforts and concentrated at the task at hand.

The worst thing about hearing voices was that, oftentimes, one could not discern their whisperings from ones own ideas. Before the Chiss was aware of it, she had her own blaster pistol aimed at the Kel'Dor's head. But just before she could pull the trigger, her malice, gathered and concentrated like storm clouds, gave her an even better idea. Better than killing him instantly with her gun or thermal detonators.

Slinging the belt back around her waist, she took her plasma grenade, primed the thing on a timer, and balanced it on the Sith's head, expenditiously moving back up the ramp and closing the door directly afterwards. The feeling of having condemned the man to a horrible, fiery death was immensely satisfying and empowering for the mercenary, and she could not suppress a dark laugh thinking of her vengeance while moving to check on DMF-001.

Without another word, the explosion outside could be heard and the presence of the Sith seized to exist. As Zuri got around the med-bay, she could see the Zabrak woman floating in a warmed Bacta-Tank. The room was empty, as the droids walked patrols around the ship. The Lightsaber of hers, well DMF-001's father, laid there, on a table near the Bacta Tank.

See? You don't need anyone. You have brought a Sith Lord by your own actions. This Zabrak has done nothing for you, just like nobody else ever has... Ever will. You rely on your own, but there is so much more potential ready to be unlocked. Do not rely on me, but allow me to grow you! I seek nothing but to be wielded by someone who earns it... Someone like you. Someone who cares not of Jedi or Sith. Someone who does not care about personal relationships, because there is only one person in the entire galaxy you can rely on. Yourself.

The blade seemed to glow in a deep red, calling to the Chiss, her right hand went up in desire to grab it. But the decision still was hers. As much as a temptation it was, everyone had a choice at all times. And perhaps better her, someone who would use the power to gather acquisitions, rather than someone like this Zabrak who already gave into vengeance and will just increase the killing spree, becoming the next Darth Onii? Zuri had at least the code of the bounty hunters to follow, whereas this woman had nothing anymore in the galaxy to live for but senseless murder. Like she killed the crew of the Blazing Phoenix and all those other civilians, just to convince Zuri to help in her personal mission. DMF-001 is no better than a Sith!

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At this point I would like to mention Darth Vectivus who was not evil per se, due to his beliefs before having become a Dark Lord, etc. As well as the fact that Zuri is no force-user, and well... Never will be :X

Unbidden, Zuri grabbed the lightsabre, and held it over her head, against the lights. Just looking at the hilt. Staring, with her ruby eyes, waiting for the waves of power to wash over her. Waiting for the deluge to come and prove to her the might of this Sith sorcery that had made their lives so difficult. Impatient, she pushed a button, hoping that she would be rewarded with a surge of power, like promised.

But even now, with its blade ignited, Zuri felt nothing. Well, nothing caused by the lightsabre - only the satisfaction of a job well done... no... of a kill. A masterful kill, the killing of a foe not only worthy, but above her in power. And even better. With this kill, she was now a Jedi-Killer, like the great Mandalorian clansmen. Realising this, the huntress grinned, shut the blade off, and put it back to the helpless Zabrak, only barely resisting the urge to drop it.

"I have no need for magic blades", she told it, or maybe the Zabrak. "I can slay everything I set my mind to."

Going for the armoury, the Chiss stripped off her armour and then went to rest, waiting for DMF to thaw - after all, there was the issue of her payment.

After a few hours and having taken off, back on route to Ithor after an Imperial Craft was spotted nearby, the healed up Zabrak found the Chiss eventually in one of the quarters. She was dressed in her regular clothing and the slightly burned leather jacket.

"Good job." She said, holding the dual-lightsaber in her hand, playing around with it, unignited, rotating it in her wrist. "So how does it feel? Taking the life of a Sith? Of someone who could have killed you with his bare hands, would it had not been for me?" She grinned fiendish. "You better tell me.... How enjoyable it was and how you exactly killed him. Every gruesome second of it... After all.... You took that pleasure from me, Zuri." Her face and worse turned a tick darker, as she stepped now closer to the blue-skinned humanoid.

Their training continued well into the afternoon by that point. Once it started to get dark, Cyrus deactivated his saber and took a seat on the ground to catch his breath. The hologram target that had shifted stances with them gave a bow an disappeared back into the small datapad. The Jedi smiled. "Good Nex, very good. At the absolute very least you should be able to defend yourself with that knife a bit better until you can get a proper saber."

He laid back on the grass and yawn. "So now that you've got the basics down, I want you to run through those drills for two hours every day until you can fend off an attacker in your sleep." He was interrupted by the promise he had just remembered, sitting back up. "Right...guess I should show you a bit of Form IV now. So put your knife back in its sheathe and try to hit me with it.

Cyrus stood there with his eyes closed, focusing on the Force while waiting for Nex's attack to come.

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