Torne Salis hunched himself over in a dark corner. Rain battered every surface of the city. Coruscant was a mass of slick, dark shapes. The glowing of city lights were diffused by the aura of mist about them. He was waiting for his informant. The best place to get info without being remembered or noticed was Coruscant. Salis reached into his cloak, brushing his fingertips along the hilt of his lightsaber. He slid up to his belt and unclipped it. His contact wasn't coming.

Above him he heard the low shrumm as a red shaft of light extended downward in front of him. The shadowy figure who held its source sneered at him. Salis could not see them, but he knew. The dark sider's emotions were easy to read. An amber sliver of deadly light escaped from his saber's hilt and hummed with all the beauty of an instrument of destruction. Though Salis used it for justice and peace - a saber was a saber, and though beautiful in its own right - was still a weapon.

Time slowed, the rain was crystallized into delayed droplets, reflecting every glow or shimmer of light about them. Adrenaline, combined with the force, was responsible for this feat.

The dark jedi made the first move. Salis spun, his lightsaber's beam caressing the air to come and meet the opposing jedi's blade. Sparks showered like so many falling stars and light flashed. THe burning smell of their blades igniting against eachother filled both jedi's nostrils. The blades crackled and sizzled, until pulled apart, to meet again with every blow and block carried out with precision grace.

Salis and his counterpart did their deadly dance, sabers spinning, bodies cartwheeling. So much waste of precious life. A quick strike, Salis's blade fizzled out of existence, the water hissed off his attacker's, small spouts of smoke rising off as each drop hit. He knew no pain, no fear, only the force and the power of his life force ebbing from his body.

His partner arrived too late, the dark jedi was already gone, but unaware of her existence and role with Salis. She knelt down and gently picked up Salis's weapon, clipping it to her own belt and already deciding what had to be done...

The hangar was devoid of all staff and personnel. Illumination from the protective field bathed the dark froms throughout the space in a ghastly bluish hue. It was all silent save for two sounds that echoed off every surface in the hangar.

The huff of an exhale and a clear thud. A cleared area in the corner surrounded by crates and discarded equipment was sufficient for Sahrah to practice her skills on an unsuspecting victim - a training dummy. It waited patiently for its punishment, reforming its form as quickly as Sahrah could throw strikes. A utility lamp was clipped onto a sagging cable to provide a decent amount of light. Sahrah didn't like to practice much in front of people. It was embarassing when she messed up a kick or a strike - she wasn't able to do most moves with as fluid a precision as she hoped.

She had no jedi training, no force abilities as far as she or anyone else could tell. Sahrah was as concerned about it as nerfs were about mechanical engineering. She'd done fine for herself so far and if all else failed, a good blaster took care of what she couldn't do herself.

She also didn't need the force to tell her that another person was in the hangar with her...