fandomhighdorms | The Salle, Sunday Afternoon

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The Salle, Sunday Afternoon

Leia was still full of excess energy, and while Roy had been a lot of fun, attempting to seduce her roommate was just wrong. So she'd decided to do a two birds, one stone thing, and work off some of that energy in the salle. She'd told Blackagar in Macro-Tactics that she didn't know much about hand-to-hand combat. Her skills with a blaster weren't in question, but if she was ever disarmed or in close quarters, she needed to know more about defending herself. So she was punching away at a target dummy.

If it could laugh at her, it probably would.

[Expecting one, but open salle is open.]

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Max was also full of excess energy, despite recent... breaks. Apparently he'd had an idea rather similar to Leia's: work off some of that excess energy in a productive way.

The Salle had a nice selection of practice weapons, too, so he could pick something he wasn't already an expert with so that he'd keep his concentration up.

Except someone had already beat him there. He decided to stand near the door and observe for a bit.

As Leia was just over five feet tall, the stupid practice dummy towered over her. Hey, it wasn't easy being wee! But she gave it her best effort, that is until she sensed someone watching her. She turned around, her expression daring whomever it was to laugh.

"Professor," she said, inclining her head. She remembered him from that ridiculous class. Difficult women, indeed.

"Miss Organa," Max nodded, inclining his head. "What are you doing?" Max was rather good at keeping his voice from betraying any amusement.

"Leia," she corrected him. She got enough "Princess" and "Senator" at home.

She sighed and wiped the back of her hand across her brow. "Trying to learn how to punch someone," she said. "I don't know much about hand-to-hand combat."

"I... noticed." That may have been a bit more harsh than he'd intended...

Leia crossed her arms and glared. "I want to be better," she said. "I need to be."

"Then why not ask someone to help you?" Max asked casually. "I'm sure you could find any number of qualified teachers on the island."

"Is that an offer?" Leia said, raising an eyebrow. Max was athletic and in great shape, he could probably definitely give her a few pointers. And...

Noooo, Leia. No inappropriate thoughts about about teachers.

Yeah. Those were bad. Especially with Max during a week like this.

"What makes you think I'd be a good choice?" he asked a bit sardonically.

Though it might well become an offer. Leia was pretty interesting, after all.

"You know how to fight, don't you?" Leia said. She'd only taken the one class with him so far, but she'd heard about others. "And you're a lot bigger and stronger than I am. It'd be useful to know what I should do against someone like you."

She had no idea how much it might bother her father, so that wasn't a factor.

"I do," Max nodded.

He thought for a moment. "What, exactly, do you want to learn for?"

"My home is in the midst of a rebellion," Leia said, glancing up in the vague direction of her home galaxy. "I'm not supposed to be involved in the fighting but I know it's going to be unavoidable." She couldn't be protected from it forever, after all. "I can shoot, but I want to know what to do if I'm ever caught unarmed."

Or, say, if she had to strangle a Hutt with a chain.

Max raised an eyebrow. "Fight to escape, or fight to kill?" Those were two very different propositions.

"Fight to stay alive, whatever it takes," Leia said. She looked up (way up) at Max. "I've killed once. I'll do it again if I have to." She didn't look forward to it, but she'd do what was necessary.

"So you're primarily thinking defensively?" Max asked. No daring commando raids against secret moon-base shield generators?

"At the moment, yes," Leia said. She'd learned the lesson about needing to keep out of combat on Kattada. "But I know it won't stay that way forever. The rebellion is still small, and we're going to be called upon to do a lot of things we're not used to. I'd rather be prepared for anything."

"Would you like me to teach you, then?"

"Yes," she said. "Very much so, assuming you're willing to do so."

"Sure, why not?" Max was willing to give anyone a shot if they asked. And he didn't even know who her father was.

"Do you want to start now?" Leia asked. She was more than willing to do so. All this pent up energy needed some sort of outlet.

"Sure." Max studied Leia for a moment. "Is what you were working on earlier a good indication of your current skill level?" That was: lack of one.

"I don't have much experience at all, yes," Leia sighed. "I'm well trained in shooting a blaster, but my aunts thought a princess learning self-defense was unseemly."

"So I suppose we'll have to start at the beginning." Max wasn't going to voice his opinion that Leia's aunts were being silly.

Oh, Leia would more than agree with him on that. They were responsible for the hair, after all.

"Tell me what to do," she said eagerly.

"I suppose that the first thing to do is to learn how to stand properly." S tance was always a good place to start.

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