19 Training Riané (1/2)

Even though he had given the manual to his Apprentice, it wasn't as if he actually knew the martial arts either. They would be both training together, which was a little off putting for Riané, but she did recall he looked around her age.

Could it be, he wasn't even a master of this art himself? Standing beside one another, a few meters apart, they began to take the standard formations seen within the manual. They were doing basic excises.

He had a basic run down of martial arts from his old life, so the movements were easier to understand. He used the force to enhance his movements and his senses.

He moved his arms fluidly, his eyes ever so often glancing over at his Apprentice who was imitating his movements. A small grin formed over his lips as he did a quick backflip, twirled in the air with the help of the force and the shifting of his own weight, before landing on his feet.

Blinking a few times as she saw this, she would attempt to do the same thing. Instead, it was more like throwing herself backwards, forcing her to do a backward somersault in order avoid damages to herself.

Letting out an aggravated huff of air, she stared up at him as she found herself planted on her back, being unable to complete the somersault.

Clank, the heavy mandalorian iron carapace on her torso came in contact with the ground.

”You need to have patience,” Valad whispered quietly as he knelt down by her head, gently brushing the hair off her forehead as the bob cut was sprawled upon the ground behind her head.

Clacking her teeth together, she clenched her hands into fists and nodded lightly at his advise to control her impulses through patience.

”Begin your laps around the hangar, try to avoid stopping. If anything gets in your way, jump over it or slide under it if possible. If it's too dangerous, then you can stop. You have fifty laps.” Valad stated as he helped her onto her feet and dusted her off before patting the back of her armored torso.

Riané began her rough jog around the hangar, her feet were quick and soft, but she went for a constant pace. She wanted this to get done rather than expending too much of her energy at once. As she paced herself, she went on to think about what the future might bring.

She knew after this she would be brought back to their room where she was to meditate on today's training. From her understanding, he was training her to be less reliant on the force as he knew it wouldn't always be there.

It was a good idea, but she really wanted to learn how to use the force to a greater extent, much like himself. It appeared that she had the goal of pushing her force abilities to the maximum as soon as she learned more from her master.

During the laps, she began to notice that her master's microscopic presence completely vanished. She couldn't see him around at all. Her lips pursed slightly, but she continued to jog.

Around her fourth or fifth lap, she watched as a group of Naboo delegates entering a J-type transport and leave a shortly after boarding. Panaka had been with them, as it seemed they were heading off to Coruscant.

She stopped just long enough to watch them disappear into the skies above the flood plains below the Palace. A small smile across her lips before she went back to what she was doing.

Soon, around her twentieth lap however, the Queen of Naboo and her Handmaidens entered the Hangar. It was likely she was looking for Valad, but when she spotted the girl jogging around the Hangar, she raised a brow.

”That's his apprentice?” She turned to the Handmaiden beside her who nodded lightly.

”According to Panaka, it is a girl around our age.” Rabé responded to her Highness in a respectful tone before watching the girl jogging about. It seemed Riané was almost ignoring their presence.

Padmé let out a light sigh, her face was stoic as often seen in her guise as the Queen. ”Wasn't Valad suppose to be in here?” Her question brought the attention of the handmaidens which had followed her here.

Fé simply scanned the area with her eyes, she didn't see anyone else other than maintenance groups working on the N1 star fighters which had been painted a royal blue instead of yellow. Fé and the others quickly took note in the change of colors regarding the fighters.

Fé, Sabé and Eirtaé moved to get in front of Riané in order to talk to her. However just as they were about to speak, they watched as the girl flung herself into the air with the help of the force. Doing a flip in the air, they watched the short-lived acrobatic act until she landed on her feet and continued her job.

”He definitely instructed her to keep moving.” Sabé stated with a mused tone.

”Most definitely,” Eirtaé concurred with her fellow handmaiden