Equator City

*Brulax had been standing, ready.  As a matter of disciple, he often spent time just being still.  Oraltor's presence aroused him from his meditation enough to hear the words.  Using the force, he floated the vest over to himself, and then drew his lightsaber.  Normally, he had to being with basics.  But Landrin carried a sword, so Brulax wanted to see where he was at by nature.  He activated his own vest, then the blade.*

Begin.

*Landrin takes the vest from Master Nadon and turns it on before claiming the training saber he has been offered. He knows how dangerous these blades can be, for he once had a friend who wielded his blade with exceptional skill. Alas, that had not been able to postpone his fate. He had died on Corellia. How long ago had it been? Had it really been a year now since his entire crew had been slaughtered by a mysterious enemy? And still, Mia was missing. He had not succeeded in tracking down her abductor.

Many would interpret his current actions to be those of a man who had given up hope of ever tracking down his enemy. On the contrary, Landrin had realized that the Galaxy was too large a place to search without a little extra help.

He turns o face Brulax, deciding it better to start on the offensive, He had wielded a sword many times in the past, and while he was not a master at it, he was by no means an amateur either. He swings his blade toward Brulax's legs before breaking off at the last second and instead targets his upper torso.

Vreegon, Grand Protector of Rodia, sat in his office in the capitol with his son, Kelko. Kelko had spent a lot of time with his father recently, after getting into some trouble at home. Vreegon was tired, having spent many a sleepless night discussing his son with his wife. When Avaro entered, he stood.

My son and I were going for a walk through the city. I want you to join us, to keep me company.

*Salnor knew that making a wager against Shiar rarely paid out for him, but the odds were in his favor and he always loved to gamble....

"You're on."

*Landrin makes sure that the push will not put him in harms way before he turns his own blade on and off real fast in order to create an opening for himself. He aims a quick strike from above at Brulax's arm.

Vreegon began his walk, leading the two others out of the capitol, starting near the Protector Hall, the local HQ of the Rodian Regiment and Protector's Brigade.  He continued toward the Flip of the Credit, then began to follow the river.

Avaro, what is the hardest decision you've ever made?

*Landrin crosses his right foot over his left while bringing his blade to block Brulax's. He pivots his body around where Brulax is standing and strikes at the spot where Brulax's back had been when he started his movement.

Brulax with quiet ease watched the pivot, and when the swing came, he simply reached out with his right hand and caught the hilt in his vice-like grip.  Then he gently reached over with his left hand and tapped Landrin's shield.

Good.  Again.

Brulax then stepped back, his blade down by his side, and waited for the next round to being.

Vreegon shook his head at the memory. Brother. Friend. Father-in-law. This last one drew a look from Kelko, who had not heard that story, as the Grand Protector and his wife had elected not to tell the children about their grandfather's attempts on their father's life. But, Vreegon had never been accused of being overly clever, and certainly not deceitful. Vreegon sighed deeply. This is what I try so hard to fight against, tribal loyalties that cause us to kill each other. I've seen the galaxy. There are enough things trying to kill us there without us trying to kill each other.