Confrontation(Invite)

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"General Aryas at your service, Mandalore. I've been in the Mandalorian ranks since...

Let's just say it's been a while."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"Well it's good to know that we still had men of honor in our ranks while those bitches were in control..."

*He murmered, more directed towards himself than the general. He continued to be helped by the driods, it tending to his massive wound on his arm.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*I raise a suspicious eyebrow, but say nothing. I make a small effort and get up off of one of the beds. I begin to pace around the room slowly, aimlessly, just looking for something to do while I speak.*

"Well then. I think I will personally take a handle on your training. Specifically, I'm teaching you nearly everything. We'll start with some combat techniques, as people respect a good fighter. We'll also study leadership and large-scale combat techniques. We'll round things off with technical skills, always useful...."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"Sounds good aryas...but gotta let ya know, I'm not one to be messed with on the battle field."

*His color had come back and he was smirking as if nothing had happened. The General seemed to demand respect, without saying anything...and being cocky was how Darius showed his respect.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"The only reasons that you should be feared is because your death will incite Mandalorian riots, nothing anyone wants.

Trust me, I've faced and killed bounty hunters, Jedi, and other Mandalorians. And I've seen you. You need some practice. Maybe some humility, too..."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"And we were getting off to such a good start...but you and I know that I'm a great fighter, didn't you see my last fi-...."

*His words trailed off as he remembered the General, almost decapitated and lying there, limp on the floor. Blood spewing from his neck like a gyser...he immeadately looked to the floor, and said.*

"What ever you say, sir."

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"Ah, good. I can see your sincerity in your eyes... and don't think you can lie to me with your helmet on, either, because I'll still know.

But either way, we have training to do. Meet me in the main training arena, you can't miss it, dont worry, and I'll clear it for your practices. And bring Mandalore's armour, you're gonna need it."

*I nod to the patient, then head briskly off towards the training area.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

~~~~~~~Time passes~~~~~~~~~

*Mandalore walks over to the training arena. His armour was not what he was used to, but it was actually very suitable. Even with it on, he was very mobile and could almost move just as well as he used to. With him he also brought his father's old battle torn vibro blade...something he hadnt even picked up in years...why he brought it, he didnt know.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"So... Mandalore's armour. I never thought I'd live to see the day. A bit worse for wear, but nevertheless. And lookee here, something else. If you'll allow me...?"


*I hold out my hand expectantly, clearly looking to hold the blade*

[Max Kendrix]

Max had been following Mandalore for sometime now, and he was pretty certain that his movements had gone unnoticed. One thing Max was good at and that's stealth! He prided himself on it.

He crept up closer and pushed his ear against the cold durasteel door, and attempted to do a bit of eaves-dropping...

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*DArius lifted the blade from it's sheath and proped it firmly into the General's hand. Looking at him through the helmets visor.*

[Max Kendrix]

Max couldn't make out much, thanks to the thickness of this damn door! So he moved on in search of a better vantage point to practice his trade...

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*DArius turned his head quickly....someone waws near, someone was out of place. but then quickly looked back to the General. There was always someone doing something at a base on Mandalore.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*I grin sheepishly and wink towards Mandalore, knowing what he's thinking. Although the motion was actually futile, as my helmet prevented such methods of communication.

Either way, I ignore it and grab the blade by it's hilt. I swing it exaggeratingly slow a few times, then take three quick strikes before giving it back to Mandalore.*

"The metal is either of a poor variety, or has degraded from what it used to be. The sword is also a bit dull, but the balance is fine. Use it if you wish..."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"Okay...well I wish."

*He said, cleching the blade tight within his hand. He smirked up at the General, staring into his blank visor. Hopefully this guy was as good as he came off to be.*