[b]In the life of a training Sith[/b]

Gra'tua frowned looking carefully down the sight of the blaster pistol in the stance Goran told him to shoot from and fired, missing the target by inches, he let out a soft curse. "I really have the urge to ignite my sabers and cut off that smirk on the targets face." He growled and looked at the target, which his people had drawn a smirking face on. "Their sense of humour since I started training with a blaster needs to be corrected..."

"So correct it by finally learning to shoot straight." Goran remarked as he nudged Gra'tua's foot sharply back into the propper stance.

He let out a grunt and fired... this time the shot went over the target by a far wider margin and he looked at Goran accusingly. And then glared at a pair of sniggering warriors who quickly turned back to their sparing when they noticed their alor looking in their direction.

"You're not going to hit the target looking at others are you." Goran said as he resisted the urge to slap Gra'tua round the back of the head, he was harsh on gra'tua in these sessions, but there were some lines one didn't cross.

He resisted the urge to force choke some of his warriors and returned to the stance and fired, this time he got closer like before and snorted. "Maybe the blaster is faulty... regardless, how has your stay been with my clan so far?" He asked while he aimed down the sight for his next shot.

"Much as I expected, Though on a larger scale than I am used too." Goran replied before snatching the blaster out of Gra'tua's hands, pulling out the power cells, rubbing the contacts for a moment and then replacing it before handing the weapon back to gra'tua. "Teth was something of a surprise."

He nodded his thanks and raised the weapon again to fire, cursing loudly when he missed. "Hmm, yes. Teth was a surprise for us all, living Taung and now they have joined my clan, I admit I am quite pleased with that."

"The forefathers of our culture, it will be interesting to speak with them about our shared past." Goran said speculatively

Gra'tua nodded, pausing briefly to reply. "Quite, from what I gathered they were there, at the golden age of our kind. The great crusades, fighting under Mandalore the Indomitable and then along side the sith under Ulic Qel-Droma. Before their clan was cast out for using cloaking technology, 'unbefit' of the warrior codes, of that tiem at least. Now we are more open so such methods. I shall look forward to fight alongside them and learn more of our past." He aimed and fired again, missing once more but getting closer. "Did one of my men sabotage my blaster..." He wondered out loud.

"And what of your partner?" Goran asked, "how is she baring?"

He allowed himself a smile, lowering his blaster once more. "She is not 'baring' anything yet.... but she is pregnant with twins, our children. It will be good for us, our bonds are only strengthened with the coming of children in our lives." He grinned, "I just hope my firstborn, Kyr'am, who is with your clan will welcome her new siblings."

"And what of her mother? Clearly the same bonds did not form with her birth." Goran remarked as he nodded for Gra'tua to keep trying.

"Her mother was not Mandalorian, and has since then accepted this new arrangement. Also, am I asking you about your personal and private family affairs?" He gritted his teeth as he missed, he had been distracted by a particular memory and glared at Goran.

"I'm not the one trying to gain support to become the Manda'lor. My sister trats my counsel with considerable weight, so I want to know as much about the character of the man who wants hers and by extention our clans support." Goran replied simply, not at all phased by Gra'tua's accusing look

He held Goran's gaze and the nsnorted, "I loved my firstborns mother, part of me loves her still perhaps. But her vision.... saw her with our child, but without me. So first she banished me from her side, I could accept that, but she would not even allow me to see our child. Still I travelled alongside her, fight alongisde her, then I got word she aimed to kill me, to completely eradicate me from my daughter's existence. As you may expect I took offense to that and boarded her ship, fighting my way to our child and, in my eyes, rescued her from whatever 'grand' destiney my first lover had in mind for her, with her pulling our daughters strings from the shadows. I disabled her ship so she could not follow. I guess I had a bit of a soft spot for her still at that time and opted not to kill her." He shrugged.

And then fired once, frowning. "Gah, you!" He pointed at a random warrior, "Hand me your blaster."

"A poor marksman always blames his weapon." Goran remarked as he waved the warrior to return to their own training without handing over their blaster. Gra'tua was technically the student at this point in time afterall, he had made that clear when he asked Goran to train him in the first place. "Enough of this stacko." He then said as he walked to the target and drew his own blaster before taking aim at Gra'tua. "I'm going to count to three, Then I'm going to shoot you, unless of course you can shoot me first... One."

He blinked, so it was going to be one of those training sessions. He raised his blaster, aimed and fired.

The shot missed by a large margin and Goran spoke again. "Two."

He would not be baited into putting forth a bubble of force protection and just tried to aim better, cursing softly.

The blaster bolt impacted squarely against the personal shield running flush with Gorans chestplate, the Aim of course had been to get Gra'tua to focus properly, not get himself injured. "See, you can hit a target afterall." he said placidly.

He let out a chuckle, "So, I'm not a lost cause... yet."

Goran raised an eyebrow and fired his blaster several times at Gra'tua.

He blinked and dropped the blaster, using the force to bring his sabers to his hand igniting them to deflect the blasters harmlessly away from him.

Once he had done so he deactivated one saber, putting it away and reached for the blaster once more firing at Goran and narrowly missed him, looking at his instructor with raised eyebrow. "The lesson here is, never let your guard down?"

"Apparently a lesson you know well." Goran replied.

He nodded slowly, "Far too well, if this training is concluded, Lena expects us on her ship. We are heading for a world where my wife is currently located, perhaps into another battle. We shall see when we get there."

"I suppose you have made some progress, so I will allow it to end this training session." Goran replied and then simply walked off. "Bring your blaster, I will find opportunities to make you train, no slacking off."