You enter one of the dozens of sparring chambers within the Shadow Academy of Lyspair, the simple square room utilized mostly by those learning the ways of the lightsaber. This five hundred square-foot room, rectangular in shape, is nearly barren. The floor is lined with simple padding, while the walls are made of dull, grey durasteel, gauged by innumerable lightsaber strikes, scarring the metal permanently.

The ceiling towers above you, nearly twenty feet in height, allowing for plenty of movement from the more acrobatic of Force users. There are no other adornments within the room, save for the entrance and lighting that bathes the entire room, yet seems to come from nowhere. All corners of the room are perfectly lit, with no visible shadows to speak of. There is nowhere for you to hide within the room, but… there's no room for your opponent to hide either.

Rrogon walking calmly into one of the many training rooms that the Brotherhood housed on Lyspair. In the week prior to this he had been finally cleared from medical by Ood after the events of the attack on his Clan-his family. But that was now in the past, and with his newly appointed position of Battleteam leader of Shadow Gate, he needed to access his co-leader in depth, reports only could tell so much.

Hearing footfalls from behind him, the young kaleesh turned to see the Miraluka coming in swiftly behind him his black robes swirling in his wake, Rrogon let his eyes wander over the man quickly taking in where his weapons were.

Narrowing his crimson eyes he slightly bowed his head in way of greeting before speaking “It’s nice to finally meet you in person, seer anam.”

The Sith stopped just before him and moved a fist to his chest in a saluting manner before letting it drop to his side near his lightsaber. “The pleasure is mine but I must ask: what did you just call me?” the curiosity in his voice was evey apparent.

“Oh, what that well it mean Soul seer in my native tongue, my kind have always held yours in a higher respect than others because of your special sight.” Replied the Obelisk mildly gesturing the wrapping around Revs’ eyes.

Before continuing Rrogon turned his back to the man and made his way over to the opposite side of the room. “Your kind have the ability to see into the very core of a person whereas others can only see what their eyes will let them.”

Tapping the side of his mask with a talon, he continued. “This mask was giving to me by my father and I have only ever taking it off for one person this is my peoples curse we cover what we truly are but you and your kind see though that …. I hold that in great respect. But that is a conversation we can have at another time. But, for now, I need to know what you can do.”

A quick pull with the force brought his lightsaber to his hand and a flick of his talon and the emerald blade hissed to life. A flourish of his blade made for a beautiful show, but it was just that-a show. In his mind, Rrogon lifted walls like a steel trap, his only concern was the fight at hand.

“Now come at me.”

"You have a strange form of flattery," Revs said calmly as he looked his new battle team leader over for any weak point in his defense. The young Sith knew that his Armory Lightsaber would never hold against the Knight’s true Lightsaber, but he doubted he could just gun down the Dark Jedi either. His only hope would be in hand to hand combat. "You tell me you hold my people in high regard, then draw a weapon on me. I like your style."

"It is only to test your abilities," the Kaleesh said. "If you are going to be my right hand man, I will need to know what you're capable of."

"Fair enough," Revs snapped as he quickly drew his blaster with a practiced ease. He ran toward his opponent, firing off three shots as he approached. The Kaleesh deflected the shots easily, sending the bolts flying off wildly. The distraction was enough to allow the Miraluka to step inside Skar's defense. Revs snapped out, and grabbed his opponents wrist twisting it to disarm him. Using a basic form of K'tara that his master taught him, Revs used the weight of the Kaleesh to throw him to the ground.

"So, have you seen enough yet?" Revs smirked as he stood over Skar pointing his blaster at his head.

Far from it the Dark Jedi screamed as he lashed out taking Revs by the arm, throwing him and disarming him in one smooth move. The two rolled across the ground coming up across from each other in Broken Gate stances.

"Your move boss." Revs smiled as he squared off against Skar.