Skiv stayed back at a distance. Ducking behind corners and peeking by pillars as he watched General Kraken move curiously about through the halls of the facility. She had only just got here, so it was obvious so that she was just learning her way around. Only when they reach the foyer did he stop and wait for her to exit through the other end did he calmly strut down across the floor, sparring a few greetings and nods at some by passers.

Coming through the automatic doors, this part of the facility was almost empty. This hangar was mostly used for ships docking onto the planet. As far as he knew, General Kenobi's ship was the only arrival today, so it wouldn't be packed with people. Footsteps caught his attention. Quietly coming to a side wall, he pressed his back against the surface before peeking around a corner.

There was the General coming upon a landing dock, her hair blowing faintly in the gentle breeze. There was a slight drizzle of rain, but no downpour like there normally was on another given day on Kamino. She was lucky there wasn't a storm going on, those doors would be locked otherwise. He slowly drew closer to the archway, hiding behind some crates as she came to the center of the dock. She reached to her side, grasping one of the lightsabers in her right hand.

That one looks different than the one she was holding earlier, he thought. Skiv reached up and removed his helmet, setting it aside in order to get a better look.

He watched as she activated the sabre, a glow of green light spawning from the metal handle. She propped her feet, getting into a stance. The rain drops made a fizzle like sound whenever they made contact with the green energy, a tiny trail of smoke emitting from the blade. She took a slow and steady breath before thrusting her arms to the side quickly, following the move with an upward swipe.

Kraken continued to perform attack and defensive maneuvers. Skiv watched her footwork, the way her arms and body swayed with each movement. The way her hair flowed in the air almost whimsically. He's heard stories about the Jedi's fighting techniques and their courageous efforts on the battlefield, even witnessing General Shaak Ti summon her sabre from time to time during training. But witnessing such fresh strength, and grace it was almost mesmerizing in a sense.

His eyes glued on to her as with one fell swoop, she brandished her second lightsaber, ignited it as she performed a finishing move as if she were locking her opponent with a scissor like move as the two blades crossed with one another, the green meshing with the purple.

"Holy frag. . . " Skiv gasped at the sight. His eyes widened in marvel at her form, and if it wasn't for his trance he could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat.

He watched as the General stared intently at the blades, her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily. What at first was a somewhat calm expression on her face quickly morphed into a millisecond of fear and anger as she frustratingly shook her head. Withdrawing the blades, she took a moment to compose herself before summoning her green lightsaber and performing the technique again.

Every time she got to the end, she'd make it a step further, performing a bonus action before she'd shake her head and redo the practice. She did this over and over again. Small puddles formed along the surface of the dock as the droplets of rain continued to pour, and as she took a step forward whilst swinging her arm, her foot slipped on the water as her body suddenly fell forward.

Skiv gasped, his body moving almost instinctively as he slowly began to stand up, motioning to reach out to try and help her, but watched as she just barely caught herself, somersaulting head first as she landed on her feet in a crouched like position, her blades facing away from her. Her back was completely drenched, along with the side of her leggings. Her back was facing Skiv as he silently signed in relief.

That was close, he thought as he leaned back to go back to his hiding spot, his back hit and tipped over a metal container as he fell to the floor with a loud 'CLUNK' and lightly bounced along the floor before rolling away from the crates. Skiv cursed himself as he watched the General quickly stand up whilst he shot himself down to hide within the crates.

"Is someone there?" The woman called out.

Skiv kept one hand over his mouth to muffle his breathing. He listened carefully as she powered off her sabres, her footsteps moving closer towards the archway and pile of crates before stopping. His heart pounded loudly in his chest as he pulled his knees up to his torso. Only the sound of gentle rain drops could be heard as there was a stillness between the two bodies.

Finally the General sighed. "Get a hold of yourself, Linora," she muttered lowly.

Skiv watched as the girl reattached her sabres to her utility belt as she walked passed the crates, entering the hanger as she walked back inside the facility. Skiv waited until he heard the automatic doors shut before emerging from his hiding spot, picking up his helmet.

"She certainly is something. . ."

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Sighing tiredly, Linora entered her private quarters that Shaak Ti had mapped out for her earlier that day. The training arena wasn't too far away so she could spare a few seconds to make her look presentable again for her new Clone battalion. How was going to explain to them how her side was drenched?

"So sorry I'm late, Troopers, oh, why am I soaking wet you may ask? Well I was practicing maneuvers out in the rain with my dead Master's lightsaber that every time I look at it I feel like my heart is gonna jump out of my chest," Linora muttered lowly to herself as she tore off her Jedi garb with frustration.

She tossed the garments to the floor, standing only in her undershorts and strapless undershirt. She crouched to her knees, burying her head into her crossed arms and chest as she allowed herself to take a deep breath. Reaching over she grasped the purple lightsaber, staring at the metal handle of the weapon.

"Just breath, Linora," She told herself.

Who was she kidding, thinking she could think past all of that with a one day training session. What if Master Kenobi was right. Maybe she wasn't ready to wield Master Thraezsh's sabre after all. But Linora had to keep at it. Despite the horrible flashbacks, a part of her heart couldn't bear to let the sabre go.

"I have to do better," Linora proclaimed. "I have to do better for her,"

Picking up her clothes, she placed them in a dryer and turned it on, the machine powering to life as she watched her clothes spin and topple around. Once they were dry, she quickly changed back into her full jedi garments, taking a moment to fix up her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her finger tips grazed the spot where Master Yoda had cut off her Padawan braid.

Do you really deserve all of this? To be where you are now?

Startled by the thoughts in her head, she stepped back, scanning the room. When it appeared she was alone, she shook her head viciously, a hand on the side of her head. "I'm going stir crazy aren't I?"

Linora glanced over at her desk, looking at the time. It was just about time. Wouldn't want to be late for her first training session with her brand new Battlian.

Coming to the door, it automatically opened as she stepped through the archway and just as she was about to turn, she collided with a hard body. She yelped from the sudden contact, stumbling back as she was caught in her fall. "Ouch, I'm sorry I wasn't--!"

Linora opened her eyes to see she had come face to face, well face to visor really, with a Clone Trooper decked out in a Commando armour set. The armour almost seemed distinctively more macho than the normal clone armour. She took note of some of the extra shoulder shield padding and portable scanner attached to the side of his helmet. A Captain perhaps?

"No the fault was-- General!" Skiv's eyes widened once he realized who he had saved as he quickly stepped away, removing his hands from gripping her arm and the small of her back as he removed his helmet, bowing his head. "My deepest apologies!"

"Oh, Skiv, right?" Linora's pupils dilated as her mouth gaped at the sight of the Captain. This was the last person she'd thought she'd bump into like this, and that's saying something considering she's literally on the main Clone facility that's filled with like 90% Clones. Composing herself, she waved off the event casually. "No need to apologize, it was an accident,"

"I didn't realize this was your room, nor notice you coming out," He apologized profusely. "Forgive me, I-- or, I guess not?"

The Jedi couldn't help but offer him a small smile. His facial expressions, the way he spoke to her. It was actually a bit. . . adorable.

"It's alright, Skiv, really," Linora reassured him as she gently placed a hand on his arm. "Water under the bridge,"

"Heh, alright then," Skiv chuckled almost nervously as his shoulders relaxed a tad, though still keeping a firm stance. "You on your way to the arena?"

"I am, though if I'm honest, I'm still learning my way around," Linora tucked her hands behind her back. "Would you be willing to show me the way?"

"Oh, of course, sir," Skiv appeared surprised by the request, taking a moment to process before he motioned his hand to the side, "Please, follow me,"

Skiv led the way down the hall as Linora walked by his side. Her hands remained behind her back as her fingers fidgeted within her palms. The young Jedi glanced her gaze over, studying his face. Sure all the clones had the same face, but there were noticeable differences that held them apart and gave each of them their own identity.

The way his blue war paint made his cheekbones and jawline stand out more, his black hair longer than a usual Clone keeps it as it was tied back in a small ponytail.

Linora wasn't sure if she was still recovering from the surprise encounter or her lightsaber crisis from earlier, cause she could sense her heart beating faster in her chest, her palms beginning to sweat. For a split second the pair locked gazes, and Linora could have sworn she felt her heart swoon.

"Thank you," she smiled.

"You're welcome, General Kraken," He nodded.

What a day this was turning out to be so far.