Secret Constellation Business

[generalgrievous]

WHO: Mars (Grievous) & Mimas (Krennic)
WHERE: Training room, Maurtia Falls
WHEN: This week
WHAT: Constellation special combat training
WARNINGS: Possibly violence


It had been some time since Grievous had last been contacted or informed that someone from Constellation needed or wanted his special combat training. Many had failed in Grievous' eyes - either fleeing the scene after barely attempting to fight or being reckless and losing limbs. Grievous himself had tried to keep things basic and professional, keeping in his mind that this was only training, but certain people seemed to want to test him or thought his methods too harsh. So only a couple of sessions had truly gone well at all.

Regardless, it seemed that there were some new recruits and while the cyborg wasn't told any personal details, he was given a code name - Mimas - and that this person would be sent to him for some training at this time. Training merely meant that a Constellation member could brush up on their skills or learn new ones with different weapons, if they so chose. So far Grievous hasn't been strict about what could and couldn't be used in a session. He knew how to fight with many different weapons.

When Mimas arrived, he would find a large, open space of a room. The only furniture was a table over to the side which was well stocked with various weapons - guns, knives, swords, axes, staffs and a range of other random items that could be used to fight opponents with. He wasn't yet aware of Krennic's special skill with weapons which would make this range even greater, no doubt.

In his cyborg form, Grievous waited by the door of the room. The building was situated in a private and quiet area where nobody really passed by so they would not be disturbed and the only one who showed up Grievous could be fairly certain to be his client for the day.

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[directordisaster]

Well, it had truly been Antares' idea, if anything, and Krennic doesn't really mind. It's been a while since he exercised--truly exercised--and other than his vices (smoking, drinking, sometimes hooking up) combat is the form of exercise that truly takes his mind off things and helped him takes off his edge, and despite the availability of a lot of things in this world, he hadn't found anything yet in that area that could satisfy him. He accepted the suggestion with some enthusiasm, and was provided with a safe location in Mauritia Falls and another codename: Mars.

He'd done his research, so he knows that this is someone a higher up on the ladder than him, so he had to conduct himself accordingly. Since he lives in De Chima, he made his way to Mauritia Falls early, not wanting to keep the other waiting. Instead of wearing his uniform, he'd accustomed himself to wearing civilian clothing (that suits his taste, of course, although he was mindful of credits--money--in this world), and this time he definitely shows up in one, bringing a bag containing a change of clothes with him, along with his blaster rifle and a shotgun that he created from a paperclip that he stole from his old job, stashed inside his bag. Just in case there's a shooting range--he preferred those, since blasters are his preferred weapon--and just in case he needed it, if things get awry. One can never get too cautious, especially in this organisation.

When he arrived--discreetly--he opened the door, and instead of a human or someone humanoid waiting for him, it was a cyborg--an utterly familiar one. Krennic had seen him before, in holonews and the Holonet, back during his Republic days. His first instinct was to snarl at this Separatist, but he very quickly reined his temper in, this time thankfully before the snarl escaped his lips, and quickly regained his countenance, affecting an impassive look as he studied the cyborg before him, looking up at him.

"You're Mars, I assume," he said, in a neutral tone. "The stars are right. I'm Mimas."

[generalgrievous]

"Mimas, welcome. I have been expecting you," Mars said graciously as if he was having Krennic over for a dinner party. He indicated the nearby table of weapons. "Choose what you wish to train with and we shalll begin."

There were no apparent shooting targets or other training dummies. Grievous himself was both target and opponent. He felt that he could handle any fight, especially in just a simulated training situation. Not one for small talk, he was getting right to business, allowing Krennic to pick first before he would choose a similar weapon for himself. This was more a sparring match or a duel, rather than individual practicing. That they could do in their own time, Grievous thought. He was here to confront and challenge them to do better.

He made no judgement on Krennic yet, just by appearance. Opponents could be much more than what they showed on the surface.

[directordisaster]

Krennic gave him a half-smile and nodded, giving no hint that he recognised Grievous at all. Over time, he might drop hints, but right now he's playing along with all the secrecy, and after all, it's to be expected from the Constellation. And if the idea comes from Antares...considering he was the one who recruited him, it makes sense that there is a fellow Separatist in the Constellation. Krennic absently wondered how many more of them--well, them in general, as in people from their galaxy--in the organsation, other than the ones he already know, and the one that's currently standing in front of him.

"I brought my own weapons," he said, putting down his bag. Then he made his way to where the various weapons were stocked, observing them carefully. "But it seems like you've prepared a rather fine selection, Mars," he added, settling down for a combat shotgun, feeling its heft and cocked it. "But I don't see a shooting range," he turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "So this was to be a sparring match?"

He was expecting a shooting range or individual practicing, or even a battle simulation like he did back home, but a sparring match is even better. He could use one, with all the pent-up energy and the stress that has been building ever since he arrived here.

[generalgrievous]

"But of course. We need to test your skills and you can work on what is lacking," he explained. "Or else pick something that is unfamiliar and learn new skills," he added as a suggestion.

The weapons were the ones found on this world. Nothing too out of the ordinary for Earth, but to those not from here they may seem different. More primitive to many from their galaxy. It didn't both Grievous all that much. The Kaleesh - his people - had not been a society so driven by technology. He could work with any weapon. Originally, he had favoured rifles and he'd been an expert marksman and sniper in his homeworld, only later learning swordplay which then led to his training with Dooku and lightsabers. A highly skilled warrior, he handled all of these with ease.

He looked pleased - or as pleased as just those golden eyes through a masked face could get - when Krennic picked up the shotgun.

"I am sure that you can find a shooting range and do that for yourself at any time," this was one on one training - and Grievous would definitely also report back to Dooku on how it went. "Now, you fight me." He didn't pick up a gun for himself yet. Instead he selected a long, steel staff and took two steps back, waiting for Krennic. "Make your move."

He intended to ask about the bag he'd brought later.