Space

[Kellanderos]

Drago had never in his wildest imagination thought to be called to combat for his new lord so soon.  But he would be damned if he didn't perform to the best of his abilities.  Also somewhere in his mind a realization dawned on him.  One he had never honestly felt before.  For her, for his dark mistress, even for three, he would if need be lay down his life.  The galaxy needed reborn and he believed that those two could do it.  His life in the grand scheme of things meant very little but the galaxy needed to be freed and he would do all in his power to assist.

 

The shuttle was not the largest he had been on but there was still plenty of room for practicing with not only his new light sabre, but with some abilities he had thought of while studying the ancient texts of the sith.  His prior martial training in both the Thrysian and Echani fencin styles proved very usefull, the difficulty was the fact that now all the weight of the weapons was in his hand with no counter balance.  It took some time but eventually after hours of training he felt more comfortable with the weapon, at least while using the Thrysian style of fencing.  Practicing with the force was also a high priority, not simply moveing things and using abilities like force push, or throwing the sabre, but a few of his own design, he only hoped that his master would approve of the move and help him perfect it.