Two towering, tinted, transparisteel doors slide open to grant you access to the central chamber of the Combat Training Halls. The main room is wide and open and as large as as a holoball field. Tall walls stretch towards a domed ceiling that is made up of rows of ambient lights that spread out and fill the room with soft even lighting that eliminates any shades or shadows. Those same walls are lined around the perimeter with racks and stacks of varied weaponry: everything from swords and polearms to rifles and flamethrowers.

There are two signs that hover over each weapon rack to create an alternating motif in the Combat Training Hall: “No Explosions” and “Accorded Neutral Territory”. While the first is fairly obvious, the second speaks to the single law of the Training Halls: all members of the Brotherhood are welcome, and no member is to be killed or maimed without incurring the wrath of the Grand Master and the Inquisitorius.

A trio of training dummies are statically set up and spread out in a line, each made out of a blend of alloys and padding that can withstand blows from any standard weaponry with the exception of lightsaber blades. To the side of the dummies, a large sparring mat has been stretched out to create a larger footprint than the typical shockboxing ring. The padding is good for helping teach new combat students how to take a fall without injury and offers firm footing, but the hard rubber mat is hardly forgiving.

Behind the sparring area is a door that leads to a small archives that combat students can use to view holorecordings of fights and duels from the past as well as relevant information on combat tactics, techniques, and forms. On the opposite side of the archives at the far end of central room is the locker room that members can safely store their equipment.

The final and probably most important element of the Combat Training Hall is the onsite Med Ward. The maglock door is sealed off and can only be opened by an attending Medic. The Medical facilities feature state of the art bacta tanks for recovery and aftercare. A combination of observation and waiting room rests adjacent to the recovery center and features two large monitors that display a live feed of the central room.

The Combat Halls are staffed around the clock, allowing combat students and mentors alike to come and go as they please at odd or regular hours. It also available for members looking to prove their worth to compete in the Antei Combat Center.

[Venue Note: Weapons incorporated into your match are allowed to be used, even if not listed on your Loadout for the match itself. Skill usage and all other ACC rules and guidelines still applies.]

Elyon and Creon walked through the sliding doors of the entrance to the main room. It stretched for nearly 90 meters long and 50 meters wide with a roughly 55 meter dome with large lights at the top. The flooring was a field of low cut grass with synthetic soil. This was optimal as opposed to indoor tile or pavement, as force applied to the ground from their movement would be absorbed like a sponge into the earth instead of returned to their knee joints.

The first activity they did was stretching drills. Creon had to introduce some techniques of yoga. Just as one's body moved with the Force in the movements from lightsaber forms or certain martial arts, so too did the Force keep one's body in balance when performing these unique poses that challenged their neuromuscular efficiency. Afterwards they built up their heart rates with a light jog around the field to get their veins pulsing. Once the warm up had concluded Creon and Elyon performed drills with the Marksman-H Training Remote. They kept the micro-repulsor settings on sting and worked their way up in the difficulty settings. Creon was able to keep up with the droid but there were moments where he was hit, whereas Elyon's defenses were superb in her ability to predict when and where the remote was going to fire next.

Their bodies were warmed up, their hearts were strong, and their focus was sharpened. They were almost ready to duel. Creon linked together their minds through the Force Meld in a seemingly otherworldy mental realm. It went beyond a telepathic chat room and image sharing from their imaginations. Their emotions, impulses, intuitions, instincts, and spiritual resonance in the Force were tied together. They could feel and experience as one another simultaneously within their own respective selves.

This was a serious undertaking for them both. The dance they were about to perform was on the frontier of power for the Jedi. With them they had brought the rare and exotic Solari Crystal, an artifact which teemed with a high concentration of energy in he Force. It refracted the energy within the Force to a higher magnitude than most kyber crystals. This refracted field of Force energy amplified one's connection to it if they are able to attune to its resonating frequency. In meditating in the presence of the crystal, their brainwaves aligned with the crystal's wavelength and be affected by it's power in the Force.

"I've never felt so imbedded within the Force before," she told him as they basked within its radiative glow.

"This will enhance our abilities to a scale only the greatest of masters can reach. It is why we reserve it for truly dangerous foes. But we must grow comfortable with its power, which is why we are here to train with it," Creon replied.

Elyon stepped forward and drew out the blade of her saber and assumed an en guarde stance. With not a second moment to spare Creon was right at her face with his blue blade connected to hers and sliding towards her waistline. She impulsive withdrew herself with a waving motion to redirect his blade away from her. Creon's fluid dash seemed like a blur to her peripherals and launched a precise lunge to stab her lower back, but his fiance was able to whirls the blade just before it reached her and turned her body to step out of its way. Her adversary maintained the offensive but her skill in the resilience form made her stance impenetrable to his techniques. Creon was fast however, faster than she had ever seen him move before.

Even when slowed you're still able to defend against my attacks at the last second. I'm impressed, Creon relayed to her telepathically.

You slowed me?! she replied in surprise. Creon was known to employ that power to enemy troops in battle that made them a still target. From the perspective of the slowed, everything had seemed to move so fast. However, now that she had become aware of the technique she honed in on her vicinity in the Force. As Creon used slow on her again before making an attack, Elyon concentrated on enabling her Force Pulse to negate its effect. To Creon's surprise it had worked and enabled Elyon to not only deflect his attack but land a proper riposte to his midsection. Creon grunted from the shock of her blade and stepped backwards into the shadows of his Force Cloak almost instantly.

I can still feel where you are, Elyon relayed to him.

His whirling blue blade came into view for a sweep at her feet. Elyon jumped over with an overhead swoop of her blade in reply but missed. She looked around to see that he was hidden behind his Force Cloak once again. His presence could predict when he was close enough to strike, but she was incapable of fully pinpointing his exact position relative to hers from behind the veil. He would appear with what seemed a flash of blue before fading away all within the span of an eye blinking. In the next attack Creon dashed with amplified speed in the force for a single horizontal slash to her core. At first he appeared before her and zoomed past her at a inhuman speed. She felt the sting of his blade irritate her lower stomach to the side of her hip. She groaned and illuminated the field with a bright flare in the Force. She heard Creon yelp in response from the sudden and intense brightness. He retreated behind the cloak and created more distance between them. His eyes were disoriented from the sudden flash, and he stayed to the shadows until his sight showed him the next opportunity to look for an opening.

That was brighter than expected, Creon relayed with sharing the same feeling of disorientation to her.

Elyon couldn't help but escape a small giggle, I agree. I'm surprised with how much of the Force is expressed with the need for almost no concentration while in the presence of this power. I'll try to hold back so we don't get too ahead of ourselves.

Safety is always a priority and we are both well enough healers to be just fine. The point is to unleash our abilities to their absolute limits. We can't be afraid with looking into how far the crystal can take us. We most grow comfortable with this new level of power if we are ever to employ it when the time comes. Now... Show me your will. Creon's vision was just about to come back, enough to see the hazy silhouette of Elyon's figure and glowing blue blade. He launched a large push in the Force with a pushing gesture in his hand. Her body was thrown to the padded walls near the sparring mats and flopped helplessly across the padded flooring. She was not in pain, but certainly did not like being tossed like a rag doll. She looked up to see Creon leaping to her in a single enhanced bound midair, and summoned the Force to send him back. He replied with an equal effort of oppression that locked them in an even struggle to contain the telekinetic power between them both. The struggle eventually collapsed into throwing them both away across the entire field. They rolled like an uncontrolled body that fell off their speeder bike and enacted their healing powers had to fix any broken joints or minor wounds that occurred.

"I must admit it was interesting," Elyon remarked telepathically as she rose slowly from the ground to have time to heal all the more serious wounds. Pain can cloud your eyesight, but it can also sharpen other senses. That's why she left some scratches a little unhealed so that she could perceive the world a little differently.

Creon got to his feet again. He stood up and looked at her for a moment, then said through their connection, "I agree. Do you understand why we're training?"

"Of course, to be able to get from our bodies and the ability to use the Force the maximum. You fight and I heal. You know I'm a healer in the first place." Elyon replied, smiling, but then the features on her face hardened as she concentrated and prepared for his next attack.

Creon felt her preparations and therefore hid in Force Cloak again. This time, Elyon didn't want to focus only on her eyesight, but on all the senses and training she was given. Therefore, she closed her eyes so that she could engage her hearing, but also the nerve endings in the cells of her skin, which were able to detect even the slightest gust of air that could mean movement and possible attack.

She didn't have to wait long for the attack. Creon accelerated again, and his attack was strong, aimed at her right flank. Elyon sensed only a few heartbeats movement of the air at her right side before her blade blocked his. However, this did not deter anyone, Creon continued to use his speed in an effort to break through Elyon's defenses. The saber blades flew around them like bright and shiny hummingbirds in a spectacular fight for a female. Both Elyon and Creon did not seem to perceive the time or space of their minds, which were still connected, fully focused on their abilities to get them beyond their limits.

Each movement had an accurate response, so one could mark this couple's dance. However, they continued to devote themselves fully to their training when Elyon decided to perform a deceptive task. It was that she deliberately exposed her left shoulder, but so that Creon wouldn't notice right away. After a few more blows to her exposed shoulder, he began to be tempted, and he thought she had an advantage she didn't notice. As soon as Creon hit her bare shoulder, Elyon blocked the attack, then slid her blade over his, securing his saber from a possible attack and, with the help of Force Pulse, tossed him to the other side of the mat. Deceptive attacks were very popular among the Padawans in the Temple, and were used especially in tournaments between individual Padawans and future Padawans. Good placement was important for choosing a future padawan, as some masters chose them accordingly.

Elyon never excelled in this art, but unlike Creon, this knowledge was given to her in her day.

"That wasn't bad. I'm going to have to be more careful with you," Creon said through the Force as he rose from the ground.

Elyon didn't answer and opened her eyes, because her strong attack must have an equally strong response. She felt Creon slow her down again, but now she could reverse the effects. Creon didn't use Force Cloak this time, but hurriedly approached her. Through their join, Elyon sensed an attack to the right, and the direction of movement indicated his attack, but Creon lowered at the last moment and slid hit both of Elyon's legs with a slight slip. Elyon whimpered in pain as she rolled to escape his blade, which was ready to hit her again.

The blow hit both of her ankles, and Elyon had little time to heal her wounds, so she decided to keep Creon busy for a while.

With the help of the Force, she lifted the sparring dummies into the air and carried them in front of her, as a defense against Creon's attack. He immediately pounced on them, but Elyon threw them away with him. She quickly healed her wounds and rolled over again to stand on her feet.

Creon freed himself from the mannequins and jumped at Elyon with less reflection. At the last moment, she covered the attack and bent her knees to cushion the impact. They both stood in this bond for a moment, blade by blade, pushing each other. Then they instinctively tried to throw the other away so they both ended up on the ground again on opposite sides of the room.

That crystal could strengthen our abilities in the Force she realized as she and Creon stood against each other again, taking a deep breath. I have to find an ability that Creon does not control, but which will not hurt him, but at the same time will not allow him to continue training or he will have to change tactics and adapt to my rules. Until now, Elyon was on the defensive, now she must be partially attack.Their blades collided again. Rapid attacks were replaced by rapid cover. Both opponents used all their knowledge and skills against the other.

Elyon used minimal movements for maximum cover. Her Soresu lightsaber form allowed her to move quickly and economically with minimal effort. This could have had less of an advantage over Creon, but her fiancé was very good with the lightsaber and his wounds were accurate, strong, and secure. Therefore, it seemed that this fight, or rather this training, could last forever. Their connection intensified everything, both were able to sense from the other many details about his posture, posture, but also about the wounds they had received so far.

All these perceptions were very important to both. Through connection, they know theirself through combat. It was different from previous experience. They knew each other in many ways, but the fight against each other was new and foreign to them. There was again a small pause in which they stared at each other, staring into each other's eyes. Creon's green eyes soaked into Elyon's blue eyes, which were full of excitement, determination, and harmony. Creon then returned to the fighting position, but before he could attack, Elyon summoned the Force and, with the help of Force Telekinesis, lifted him off the ground. At the same moment, she chose a skill that Creon did not master like her and decided to introduce him to a healing trance through Force Healing. She closed her eyes and reached part of the mind to the crystal to enhance her ability, but at the same time focused on their connection through which she was trying to get closer to Creon.

They were balanced in the standard body-to-body battle, but Elyon believed that in the level of willpower, she had a little more chance because of her mission and vocation. Creon was a strong adversary even on this mental plane, so the fight was not over.

"If we are to reach our limits, we must change the rules and move from a test of the body to a test of willpower," Elyon told him through the join, continuing to overcome his mental defenses to put him to sleep. However, it was a bigger nut than she expected, so she continued to fight his will. She fully concentrated on him. And it was just a question of who would win first in their efforts. Whether it's Creon trying to break out of his grip or Elyon trying to overcome her and his limits, put him to sleep and end training with victory.

This was perhaps the only time where Creon felt safe in unleashing his inner potential. To be sensitive to the Force is to be attuned to both the light and the dark side. To find balance in accordance with the universe for which the Force permeates is to be apart of the natural flow of the Force itself. The Force was alive, through the collective consciousness of the lives who became one with it through the generations. It was a rare interdimensional energy field of nature that brought to life possibilities that gave power to those who could wield it. Creon was not without the Dark Side. He felt it deep within himself the power that comes with the emotions of a righteous fury. He knew the loss through conflict and that the costs of war comes with the waste of precious life. To take life is to take upon the darkness that dwelled within the heart of the victim who was taken. The seemingly eternal struggle of two ideologies, one of the Sith and the other of the Jedi, instilled a principle of a political philosophy within Creon. Creon knew the potential this galaxy had. The number of civilizations were enough to bring about a political galactic governance. It was only by the acts of enough representatives capable of enacting law that could bring about a peace and prosperity that was needed. From the cries of the ashes of the dead in war did he hear the call of the warriors who died in service to the ideals of galactic peace and prosperity.

Those who desire to profit from the suffering of the galactic citizens who struggle to contribute to the economic growth of a galactic economy were seen as a parasite to the collective efforts of his dream for a civilization formed from a diverse species of peoples capable of harnessing and maintaining the growth of this galactic emergence. Although there were conflicts within its own centralized political governance, a galactic scale political power could unify enough support to be impactful to its galactic neighbor. It was Creon's dream to see this galaxy unify and refocus its efforts on intergalactic foreign policy than the constant strife of civil war.

It was within these principles that he was able to draw the deepest part of himself. No sacrifice was too great for the good of the galaxy and the peoples that thrives within it, to include the possibilities of his own future offspring. The history of this galaxy was filled with unecessary war, strife, and suffering. Creon could only envision the pain felt by the innocent who fell victim to the selfish powers that sought to rule the galaxy for their own selfish gain. This bolstered his inner fury, and ignited the rage within himself. A new wave of power surged within him and he enabled it to be unleashed.

Elyon felt Creon's change in sensing his pressure of power within the Force. His rage enhanced his presence in he Force by incorporating the Dark Side. She saw within him the warmongering merciless warrior willing to expunge all manner of evil within the hearts of his foes. She felt the righteous fury that was left bottled inside that was now unleashed, and understood how Creon saw the conflicts that occupied the empires of the galaxy. His power shook the ground, and even nearby pebbles began to rise as a byproduct of the power he had summoned. For the first time in her life Elyon had finally seen the product of Creon's rage. His anger in the dark side was revealed in the transformation of this new form. Creon had fully immersed himself within his anger. His eyes glinted at the golden glow of the Sith. He took upon a martial artists' stance where his legs were spread just above shoulder length. He bent his knees and drew in both his arms to form a Force Burst.

Now... This will be a rage enhanced Force Blast. As a non-force rage enhanced advent you will most cetartainly, probably, most definitely die. Creon relayed to her as he took his stance.

Creon, I don't think we should... Elyon replied

Ready?! Creon interrrupted. Only with a moment of notice to spare he unleashed his most powerful wave of a Force Burst enhanced by his Rage form.

Elyon materialized a barrier within the force to withstand his blast. Creon's impact almost immediately shattered the defense upon its initial impact. Eyon fed energy generated from within herself to further fuel the shield that held his attack at bay. This caused the conflict to be gauged upon who had the greater amount of Force energy on reserve to fuel the outcome of their struggle between attack and defense.

The rage within oneself only enhanced their physical augmented abilities in the Force. Creon's Force Burst had been simply a distraction. The beam of energy had been unleashed in an incoming wave Elyon shielded herself in preparation for. Creon followed almost immediately after a dash of speed fueled by the rage that would allow a single critical strike to be met at Elyon's heart. The training blade would not pierce her skin nor do her a mortal blow, but would represent a deadly attack that she would not survive from a real lightsaber. He paired this enhanced dash and precision blow by a quick moment that slowed her senses upon his approach.

The barrier had been Elyon's first line of defense, but not her only. She knew that even with the overwhelming wave of energy that had stunned her from Creon's attack, that he had another tactic ready to follow with his primary plan. Her barrier succeeded in sparing her the collision of his telekinetic power at the cost of completely shattering its infastructure. Within the split second of an eyeblink she brought her blade to meet with his within the midpoint of his enhanced attack. Her repulse had become almost secondhand in repelling his ability to slow her during the defining moment of his attack.

The result was her blade had met with his a the pivotal moment of impact. She was able to redirect the motion of his attack to be redirected in a path away from the vitals he had initially aimed for into a complete miss of her body. A counterattack would have naturally secured her victory, but Creon's movements had been too fast for her initial counter-slash to make contact. She saw him some few feet away from her, taking an enabled stance to strike again where he had initially failed.

You learn quick my love. Even in an enhanced condition such as this you still hold your ground even in the most extreme of circumstances. I am proud of you. We would do well as a team, even with the crystal's enhancement to our power. He told her telepathically.

This training is unlike anything I have ever experienced, Creon. I now know you and your potential unearthed by the Solari's power. This will help me better know your tactics and the techniques needed to heal you if we were ever to employ it in the heat of battle. She relayed back to him.

That was all Creon ever wanted to here. This training exercise was meant to expose them to their true potential with further study in the Force, as well as to identify the strengths and weaknesses of each other in battle. Creon and Elyon had spent most of their time working as a team, and Creon believed that a sparring session that held them as adversaries would give her the chance to know him in a way only his enemies would understand. His attack was swift but was unable to connect to its intended target. He met the edge of her blade instead of the vital spot he had aimed for. Elyon had not only withstood the might of his Force Pulse, but stood her ground in deflecting his follow-up attack with his blade.

You're defenses are like any other I have seen. You do well in preserving yourself on the battlefield. But defense alone does not accomplish the mission. I need to see that you are able to defeat your assailants. Show me you have the abilitiy to not only defeat me, but any who might stand in the way of the Jedi. Creon roared to her through her thoughts.

Fighting at this mental level was a powerful experience for both of them. Creon continued to resist her pressure on his mind. The minutes passed slowly, and although neither of them realized it, time passed by them.

It was foolish for me to think that I would be able to overcome him with that crystal, so her inner voice of mistrust and criticism, which Elyon tried not to notice, spoke to her. She closed her eyes and focused on her breath, concentrating her mind even more, hoping to find the strength to overcome Creon's defenses.

Influencing the mind of another is one of the basic abilities of the Jedi, thanks to the fact that they were so well known and feared for all criminals throughout the Galaxy. The Jedi Mind Trick was a good weapon if you needed to get cooperation, information or just get someone out of the way. The only downside to this ability was that the victim of the attack must have a weaker will, but that was not Creon's case. Nevertheless, Elyon considered this possibility because the very trance itself required some cooperation or ignorance of the person being treated. Creon resisted her at the moment, trying to escape her grip. Therefore, she decided to combine and use two techniques into one in which she would gain control of his consciousness and body. She summoned the Force and focused on controlling his mind through the Mind Trick. At that moment, another wave struck his mind, which was like a hammer trying through the door. It was mind against mind. Willpower versus willpower. For non-Force users, this would not be possible because they did not have such restraints and defenses, but the Jedi and the rest of the Force users were so proclaimed. Their ability to resist was notorious.

The pair remained in this state for a few more minutes, and when Elyon thought she had finally managed to get through Creon's defenses because his defenses had weakened, she found out late that she was wrong. Creon used the deceptive tactics she had used before, and cleverly partially withdrew his defenses. His fiancée, focused on maintaining the pressure of her grip, thought she had succeeded and did not look for possible danger in him. It was a mistake. Creon's mind partially relaxed due to her inattention and attacked back. Elyon gasped. The wave with which his mind hit hers was very strong, and he almost deprived her of her own defenses.

She subsequently felt that Creon's body is not under her telekinesis control and he fell loudly to the ground. The pressure from both minds stopped. Elyon dropped to her knees. She felt exhausted, as if she had run around the Praxeum at least a hundred times. She kept her eyes closed and tried to catch her breath. Through their connection, she felt that even her fiancé was breathing fast.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you,” Elyon said through the Force, continuing to concentrate her mind through their connections so she could assess his situation.

Creon didn't say anything for a long time. He, too, tried to sense how she was doing through their connection, "nothing's happening. That's exactly why we're here. I have to admit, I had something to do to keep from succumbing to you." Creon answered her through their connection when he was rising to his feet."

Elyon continued to kneel with her eyes closed as she felt Creon's hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay," he asked her, his voice worried.

"Yes, I am," Elyon replied, opening her eyes. Creon knelt in front of her, his green eyes fixed on her.

"It was just very strong. I've never felt anything like it. Fighting with your mind has been instructive and I also have to admit that it was also challenging for me. But just like you said, we are here to find out our limits and thanks to these new experiences we have a chance to overcome them." Elyon said, smiling as she continued to stare into his eyes.

"Exactly," Creon said, offering her a hand so she could get up with his help.

They stood side by side for a moment before Elyon broke the sacred silence they both felt from the connection between them.

"I have an idea. We're trying to beat the other one. That's okay, because that's the way it goes in life, and it should be also at our training. But I'd like to try something a little different now," Elyon said, watching her fiancé.

Creon watched her curiously for a moment, then asked, "What are you up to? What do you think about it?"

"Well," Elyon began slowly to formulate her idea correctly, "the point is that we should train how to fight together. Because we've decided to make a sacred bond that will unite our lives forever. That's why we should learn to fight together side by side and know how to use our abilities and connections to the maximum."

Creon considered her suggestion for a while, but then said, "that's a good idea. You're right that we should know all our abilities and complement each other to strengthen our joint attack, but how do you imagine that?"

"In my opinion, we could continue to train with the lightsaber, but this time we will not use it to defeat and strike each other, but on the contrary we will learn from each other. Because we both have different basics and we both use a different lightsaber form. You use the Vaapad lightsaber form, and therefore you focus more on the Force and the control of the weapon through it. On the other hand, I use the Soresu lightsaber form and therefore I control the weapon as much as possible with my own movements." She evaluated and suggested Elyon, walking a little here and there.

"That's true. I'll focus more on the Force in combat and you on controlling your body's movements," Creon agreed, knowing where Elyon was going.

"Yes, so the first thing we should throw ourselves into together is to balance these two styles into one working together," Elyon said enthusiastically, standing in the basic fighting position of her form.

"I agree," Creon said, stepping up to her and also using the first guard of his lightsaber form.

The two then joined the Force through their connections and focused on the crystal, which exacerbated it all. Then they both took turns trying to improve their techniques with each other's advice.

Elyon had learned from Creon how to be more guided by the Force when it came to her cover movements. She felt that her covers and movements in general had become more unforced, and she didn't have to think about them and control them as much as before.

Creon, too, learned something new from Elyon. She showed him her movement control techniques. Thanks to which this lightsaber form became so used.

Once they both gained this new experience and information. So they continued to carry out attacks, cover and steps, but they both felt as if they were one. The attacks and covers followed each other exactly as they were connected by invisible threads that someone was moving so that they would move in the same way.

"That's what I call a dance," Elyon said as they finished and smiled.

"Yes, it was amazing. That's exactly how I imagine the harmony in the Force and the fight. We were like one body. We were combining our lightsaber forms so much that they complemented each other," Creon agreed, and they left the training center together. They were a little crippled, tired, but happy because they had made tremendous progress today. And they will benefit greatly from it once it won't be training, but a real fight.