You step out onto the training field and squint momentarily as the sunlight hits your face. When your eyes adjust, you look around you and see the trappings common to military campuses - stout buildings with fluttering flags, a paved parade square, and heavily armed battlements. The training field itself is meticulously maintained grass that could easily act as a landing field for dozens of fighters and transports. The horizon is clear of all but trees and the ominous weapons turrets that ring the walls.

The cadets of the Taldryan Military Institute see you, tensing to attention as they notice your battle armour. They are hurriedly ordered off the field by their officers and rush into the safety of the closest buildings. You see the guards in the battlements re-direct their attention from the exterior of the campus to you, but they know not to interfere in the affairs of Jedi.

Without the bustle of the cadets and the barked orders of their officers, the air grows still and even the sounds of animals quiets. You walk to the center of the training field and wait for your opponent

The Primarch Shaz'air Taldrya peered over his shoulder as his fellow combatant, Consul of Taldryan, Exarch Rian Aslar marched onto the field beside him. The two Obelisk made eye contact as they turned to face one another, muscles tensing for a moment before Shaz'air broke the silence, “Brother, it is good to see fate has brought us together again to test our resolve.”

“Not fate, dear Master. But the force.”

The two burly men relaxed their postures as a smile crept across Shaz'air's face.

“A mighty Consul, and still you refer to me as Master. You honor me too much, dear friend. Let us make a show for these spectators. I'm curious to see how you have progressed as the leader of Taldryan.” Said the Miraluka, the grip on his double-bladed lightsaber shifting slightly.

“I hope you have not become too stagnant behind your seat of power. Did you receive the holocron from Master Cotelin? I myself have spent numerous hours studying and fine tuning my powers according to his teachings. I feel... alive.” Said Shaz'air, his left hand becoming raised, palm up as he displayed a ball of pure energy hovering amidst his grasp.

Rian glanced at the ball of energy before taking a step back. “That is impressive. I too have studied the holocrons provided by Lord Cotelin. He has personally seen to my understandings of these teachings himself. Somethings he have taught me are not as obvious as a ball of energy, but, then again...” As he said this, his voice began to echo across the training field, as a mirror image of himself appeared beside him.

Rian did not break eye contact as he steadied his grip on his lightsaber, both hands coming to bear on the weapon's hilt as he thumbed the ignition on both ends of the weapon and held it in front of him. Shaz'air watched in envy as the force-projection of Rian had retreated into it's host, and Rian remained as one man yet again. The light blue hue of the weapon's blades bathed Rian, encompassing the wielder and accentuating his pale skin and sapphire colored armor.

“Don't worry, Master. Taldryan's Consuls have never been known to be weak on the battlefield. I just hope your travels haven't turned you into an old man,” retorted Rian.

Shaz'air held his weapon out vertically and ignited the bottom blade, it's vibrant light-blue hue almost matching that of Rian's. Shaz'air felt a surge of power erupt through his body as he felt the onslaught of his former apprentice become known to the force. The two Obelisk collided their weapons together in a flurry of white light, the lightsabers clashing together with fierce power and agility. The two men stood locked in a progression of power that the two had witnessed before on the battlefield, but had never felt on their own accord. Truly, the teachings of the great Taldrya were nothing short of spectacular.

Rian loosened his grip on his weapon and used the momentum of Shaz'air's strike to send him propelling into the air, far beyond the reach of a lightsaber attack. Rian hovered there, his red eyes becoming encompassed with power – almost glowing. As if harnessing the power of the sun, a blinding light shown upon Shaz'air. But this feat was useless on the all-but blinded Miraluka.

Shaz'air sneered, leaping into the air towards his hovering opponent. As he did so he threw his weapon towards Rian, Shaz'air projected his new-found knowledge on the force onto his opponent through his already extended left hand. At first, there was only a couple of small tendrils of electricity leeching from Shaz'air fingertips towards his target. But Rian's body remained untouched by the mere effects of an amateur force-wielder such as Shaz'air.

Shaz'air's rage began to ensue as his new-found power seemed to not phase his former apprentice. Anger surging through his being and encompassing his mind, he felt the force flowing through him more easily as he focused his will upon the levitating Pantoran. The tendrils flowing through his body become multiplied and grew in strength, extending beyond 2 meters and tripling in width. Surely Rian would not be able to withstand such power as this.

Shaz'air's heart became heavy as he noticed the energy passing through his target rather than surrounding and engulfing it. Realization struck Shaz'air as he watched his weapon merge through Rian and continue to sore into the air, as if he had missed his target completely. As if struck by lightening himelf, Shaz'air remembered the display of power Rian had showcased only moments before, where at any given moment there were two bodies that resembled the Consul. One a projection, and one the real thing.

The levitating Rian smiled deeply before Shaz'air flew through the projection. Reaching out into the air, Shaz'air beckoned in the force for his weapon to return. He could sense what was to follow, but he could not prepare for it.

Thumping footsteps echoed over the training field below Shaz'air as the real Rian Aslar ran beneath him, calling upon the force to harness Shaz'air's body and bring him to the ground. Shaz'air attempted to resist his former apprentice's hold on him, but his mind and body were not fast enough. Just as his weapon returned to his body he felt the pressure of an outside force – as if a giant hand were outstretched across the sky and encompassed him – pull him to the ground.

Shaz'air's body hit the ground hard. Pain rippled through his body and his breath was taken away. His lightsaber deactivated upon his command so as not to impale himself upon impact.

Rian was relentless, charging his opponent as soon as Shaz'air had hit the ground.

The Primarch was unsettled and angered by his own stupidity in forgoing the teaching he had learned from the mighty Jac Cotelin. The words of the Taldrya ringing in the back of his mind, 'do not become too engulfed in the idea of your power; become the power.”

As if untouched by his 4-meter fall to the ground, Shaz'air rolled onto his feat and re-ignited his weapon. This time, both blades sprung to life.

Rian met him in mid-move. Blades the color of the sky crossed in rapid succession. Blade to blade, the pair was one. After all the time during his apprentinceship and even beyond, they knew each other better than brothers. But it was the most recent time that would in the end make the difference between them. With his ascend to the position of Consul new opportunities have risen, opportunities in form of Master Cotelin' tutelage. Like for every leader of Taldryan, the greatest of the Grand Masters has taken him under his wings. The teachings of course were nothing compared to what he has ever been prepped for and focused on ones personal capabilities. For some it opened up realms of sorcery unreveled by others, like the most recent display of Shaz'air. For Rian however it was of a more...physical aspect.

"Speed and maneuverability," Jac had told him during their initial training session at which end he had given him a small Holocron to train with. "You must learn to rely on speed, cunning, rather than relying solely on the power of your muscles to best your enemies." By this words the Grand Masters had twirled the latest constructed lightsaber of Rian lightly in his hands with astonishing speed.

During his initial training with the holocron the gatekeeper has been toying with him, to make him overcome the burdens of his body and physics, until he was able to actually toy with the gatekeeper himself. And that was what he was doing now, Rian toyed with his former master, speed and maneuverability have become his way. Humming wheels of light flared between them, sizzling through the air. Lungs were sidestepped or met with somersaulting dodges; ankle sweeps skipped over and punches met with spinning kicks.

The lines of their blades left blurs of light in their wake. Shaz'air stabbed at him, then followed high with a swift slash. Rian parried both then countered with a quick double-cut. The Miraluka ducked under it while spinning into a reverse leg sweep and Rian leaped backward in a high somersault as counter.

The Consul bounced up from the somersault and charged Shaz'air again. As he came at the, he cast his blade at him, using the Force to guide its trajectory.

The attack caught him unprepared, and he only barely avoided to get his arm cut of at his shoulder. He ducked under the spinning blade but when he came up facing the purple blade that was the Consul's back-up lightsaber, the very one he himself has given him at the Pantoran's knightening ceremony.

Only a desperate whirl of his blade stopped the amethyst lightning of the Consul's blade, bringing them chest-to-chest, blades flaring in a saberlock. "Too slow, old man. You will have to do better if you want to prove me you are still at your peak."

Shaz'air regarded his former apprentice with a gentle amusement. "Very well then," he replied, and shut down the locked blade, rotated around the Consul and rode the still active blade into a powerful stab. Rian threw himself into a barrel-roll away from the slashing blade while catching up his fallen double-blade, before reversing his momentum and lunging at the Miraluka once more with both blades. "How about this?" Rian called coolly, whirling the two blades with such speed , that he seemed almost encased in alternating sapphire and amethyst light.

Lightsabers flashed back and forth, picking off attack after attack and the Miraluka was forced to give more and more ground. From their vantage point the cadets and instructors of the military academy watched in admiration as the two Force-users worked their blades in perfect harmony, spinning them over and about with blinding speed and precision

Rian knew, that over the time, he has become an expert swordsman, one even some of the instructors on Antei and Karufr have become reluctant to face during training sessions. When he allowed the Force to flow through his veins, his blades became more than a weapon, they became extensions of his will. Shaz'air too was an excellent warrior and his skills with a lightsaber were impressive and by falling into a defensive stance to hold off the flurries of Rian's attacks, the Primarch's blade managed to slip through his own defenses and clipped him on his right shoulder adding a scorched gash to his armor and skin. A surge of pain made the Consul curse himself for getting distracted by the on going skirmish.

Shaz'air pressed on, bringing his blade down to deliver a crippling blow at the distracted Consul. At the same time, Rian regained his composure and lashed out with the Force, catching the Miraluka flush in the center of his chest. Surely an ordinary foe would have been thrown clear across the place, but Shaz'air anticipated the move instinctively, ramping up an telekinetic blow of his own, redirecting the push back at the Exarch. Powers grew and the air distorted in a ball of Might between them. With neither of them giving any ground, the ball between them began to crackle and then burst into a surging shockwave. It picked up both of them and tossed them head-over-heels.