Utterly unsuited for those suffering from incurable vertigo or debilitating envy, the richly decorated mansion spans between two rock needles low enough to almost swim in Cato Neimoidia's ground-hugging clouds in viewing distance of Tarko-se. Long and slim, the open top held in burgundy and plated with electrum is dotted with gazebos, treasuries, a menagerie, and garages for pleasure craft centered around the main residence.

Protected from winds and weather by a subtle atmospheric shield, the underside is mirrored to camouflage itself in the colors of the clouds. Antennas, vanes and ducts could provide audacious climbers with handholds and platforms should they desire to challenge their luck and Lady Gravity, while the clouds reaching upwards could provide concealment for those who bring their own means of flight. Access to the Bridge Mansion can only be obtained either by flying transportation, or by climbing through the mysterious mountain ranges of Cato Neimoidia's cloud-covered surface. Whoever makes their way here however will enjoy the luxury of total isolation to go about their business.

The mansion lies deserted except for droids keeping the grounds and tending the animals while the owner is distracted on business, but a bit of breaking and entering has never bothered an upstanding crook, did it?

The winds of Cato Neimoidia were strong atop the lengthy structure, blowing dust across the bridge’s covered surface. In one of the many large gazebos that dotted the length of the mansion, two Sith approached the center, their black cloaks covering their faces with hoods drawn.

“Master,” greeted the shorter of the two tall Sith, pulling his hood back.

“Apprentice,” the other responded, pulling his back as well.

A moment of silence passed between Furios Morega di Plagia and Astralis Violentus, the howling of the winds providing the ambient noise of their gathering. Their silent understanding of what came next was as palpable as the bloodlust that emanated from them, even without words. Ceremoniously, Furios drew a purple nerf-wool towel from his belt as Astralis did the same, though his was blue. With completely stern and serious faces, the pair of Plagueians drew their towels between their gloved hands and rolled them tightly into twisted forms.

Suddenly, Astralis lunged at the Elder, whipping the towel forward and jerking it back to launch the other end at his opponent. Furios simply danced aside, letting the towel snap at thin air as he countered with his own womp rat-tail that landed harmlessly on the Knight’s armored chest with a satisfying smack. The two Sith leapt apart and re-rolled their fluffy towel weapons in preparation for the next engagement. This time, the Juggernaut drew on the Force to amplify his charge, once again whipping his blue towel forward. This time the Epicanthix went to block with his own towel, but Astralis redirected the trajectory of his weapon around the purple parry and struck his Master’s armored chest, also harmlessly, with the same satisfying smack. The two once again created distance in order to twist their towels back into the shapes required for this womp rat-tail sparring.

“Very good, my apprentice,” Furios praised, acknowledging Astralis’ adaptability and successful strike.

“I did have an excellent teacher” Astralis slowly began to circle to his right, as much as the narrow bridge allowed. Astralis always circled right, his left-handedness giving him an advantage in close quarters. This would force Furios to move backwards slightly as he circled to keep Astralis in front of him - but the Epicanthix was well aware of this tactic. After only a few steps Furios’ towel flew at Astralis’ head, and even with his senses Astralis was barely able to duck down and right to prevent the towel smacking him. His bulk became his enemy, however, and the quick movement created enough momentum that he was soon teetering on the edge of the bridge, pinwheeling his arms to keep from falling the 60m to the ground below.

Furios’ towel flashed in the waning afternoon sunlight, hitting Astralis four times in the chest before the latter finally recovered his balance. Astralis felt the sting of the towel - not physically through his armor, but to his pride. His face reddened and his jaw clenched. Indeed, all of his muscles tightened in a menacing warning. While most were deterred by such a display, Furios was un-phased. His balance now recovered, he spun counter-clockwise and the blue streak of nerf-wool found its mark directly in the center of Furios’ left butt cheek.
The tall, slender Epicanthix instinctively grabbed his cheek with his left hand and jumped up, his hips thrust forward to remove his buttocks from further damage. The reaction was instinctual, but Furios quickly recovered his position, if not his dignity. Astralis dropped his hands, leaned slightly back and bellowed laughter. This did not do anything to relieve Furios’ embarrassment.

“Laugh while you can, Violentus.”

“I intend to,” Astralis breathed with another chuckle.

The Elder quickly calculated his next strategy in this ridiculous training method and wrapped his towel tighter than before, making the fabric start to audibly creak with the strain. He pulled both ends of the twisted cloth together, passing them to his left hand as his right gripped the middle. This new grip on his chosen weapon halved the towel’s reach, but doubled the contact points, something his elder apprentice definitely noted as he prepared for this shift in womp rat-tailing tactics. The next thing he noticed was Furios drawing overwhelming quantities of Force energy into his body, fully aware of the sheer level of improvement to physical prowess taking place in the Epicanthix. It almost seemed that the taller man’s muscles were expanding ever so slightly under his armor, though that may have just been a trick of the eyes.

“See if you can laugh at this,” the di Plagia stated, narrowing his eyes.

With blinding speed and agility, the Aedile closed the gap on the narrow bridge and slipped around behind, striking the durasteel alloy plating that covered Astralis’ rear with both tails of the towel. The human Sith swung himself and his towel around to retaliate, but Furios had already danced out of range and positioned himself behind his opponent to once again strike an armored hip. Extremely frustrated by the sizeable difference in speed, the Knight knew that his master could go on like this for quite a lengthy time while he would be powerless to stop him if he didn’t fuel himself with the Force. Each blow from the towel’s twin tails hit harder than ever, making his nerves react twice as hard. It was like a pair of hammers coming down on his armor, not damaging, but undoubtedly jarring. It was only when a dozen or so of the double-towel strikes had landed and his apprentice was positively fuming before the master ceased his display of superiority. The apprentice could feel himself slipping into a rage at the Elder.

Astralis released his control and added to his rage using all the force he could. He would overwhelm Furuis, no doubt. He was wrong as even with his force-enhanced strength, speed, endurance and ability he could do nothing more than make his former master dance circles around him, striking at will with the damnable double womp rat-tails.

“Quit moving so darn fast and you’ll be sorry” Astralis missed yet again.

“Not this time. I’m still taking it easy on you” the elder was beginning to tire but not to slow down. Furios was not taking it as easy on his apprentice as he used to, though, but Astralis had a big enough head already and Furios wasn’t about to let him know that. Besides, the normal stakes for their sparring sessions was a round of drinks, and Furios enjoyed his more when someone else paid for them.

Not one to continue his own humiliation, Astralis stopped and held his blue towel up in defeat. Not even breathing hard, he smiled at Furios, “okay, okay, master. You are too fast for me.”

Furios casually swung his purple towel, allowing it to unravel, then both folded the nerf-wool rectangles and put them back into their respective belts. “It’s dark” Astralis had barely noticed, since his sight was not generally affected much by darkness. “I guess I owe you a drink, master”.

“Another one. But you are getting better. Maybe one day I’ll actually have to buy you a drink” Furios patted the hulking Astralis on the back as the two walked through the clouds and towards a well deserved whiskey.