"No no no." Ky'ram said exasperatedly. "Your form is still sloppy."

In front of the Grey Master stood a boy no more than sixteen. He wore the same style of robes and tunic that Ben did, just in a lighter shade of grey. His hair was blonde and his eyes an ice blue. In his hands he held a blunted sword and sweat was gleaning off of him from the last thirty minutes of attacking a training dummy.

"We've been at it for thirty minutes." The boy breathed out. "Can't we switch to Force training?"

"No." Ky'ram sternly told him. "You may have a natural gift with telekinesis but I refuse to make you rely on it. I want you to train so hard in lightsaber forms and combat that using the Force in any capacity is your last resort plan. I want this to be so good that your current strengths will appear to be flaws to those who don't know you."

"Shouldn't you hold yourself to the same candle?" the boy asked.

"I did." Ky'ram said flatly. "For nearly twenty years I barely touched my saber, or my beskar'kad. Wasn't until I lost my personal blaster pistol that I switched back to using my blades."

"What about the Force?" the boy questioned.

"What about it?" Ky'ram shot back.

"Sounds like you don't use it too much." The boy accused. "I mainly see you practicing lightsaber forms in here. From what Master Solo says you don't use it much in fights either."

"Are you trying to insinuate that my Force abilities are subpar? Perhaps that you could beat me in a purely Force based match?" Ky'ram asked.

"Depends." The boy said. "What are the stakes?"

"You win; I will let you dictate your training for a whole week." Ky'ram answered.

"Okay but what if I lose?" The boy quickly responded.

"Then you go a whole week without using the Force." Ky'ram told him, causing the boy to pause slightly.

"Fine." He said after a few short minutes. "You're on Master Skirata."

"Go fetch Master Solo." Ky'ram ordered. "We need someone to officiate."

The boy nodded and ran off, returning no more than a few minutes later. Ben quickly told the two the rules, mainly that any Force abilities would be allowed but if he felt that it was getting to be life threatening he would call it. With that he told them to begin.

The boy immediately reached out into the Force and tossed a training dummy with enough power to cripple a light bulkhead. As it spun towards Ky'ram the older Mandalorian made no move to catch it. When it was less than a meter from his face a ripple was felt in the Force and the dummy bounced away from him in a random direction. The boy stared on in disbelief that Ky'ram hadn't even moved to cause such effect.

Still determined to win he reached out again and threw another training dummy while also attempting to pull Ky'ram's legs out from underneath him. The moment he felt himself make contact with the Grey Master's ankle he found himself on the ground and the training dummy flying back towards him, its speed increased. Reaching out instinctively he caught the dummy right before it hit him.

As he began to recover though he looked up to see a small blue ball of energy forming between Ky'ram's hands. He looked over to Ben who was watching the Mandalorian just as intently. Standing quickly he began to search the Force for the answer of how to block the attack, as he had not yet been trained in it.

"Padawan Torwyn, now would be the time to give up." Ky'ram began as the ball started to grown. "Master Solo barely predicted how to stop the attack I'm preparing and that time it began as a Force repulsion not as lightning."

"Fine Master Skirata," the boy held his hands up. "I surrender. You win."

"Good." Ky'ram smiled as he channeled the lightning away. "One week without using the Force starts now."

"Yes sir." Torwyn said begrudgingly.

"Now then go back to practicing your forms. Remember Djem So is reliant on strength and power, but also on the correct strikes." Ky'ram ordered the boy.

"Yes Master." Torwyn bowed.

The young boy then walked off towards where he had left his training blade. Ben turned to the Mandalorian.

"Why accept the challenge if you knew he didn't stand a chance? Why humor him?" he asked.

"Simple." Ky'ram began. "Arrogance is one of many paths to the dark side. He needed to learn quickly that we are looking out for what's best for him. He believed the Force could solve every puzzle, every challenge he would be presented with. Imagine if he had kept that attitude while going up against Snoke."

"It would end disastrously." Ben confirmed. "But he barely has the physical capability to use Form Five. It would be better to teach him Form Four or even Six. Maybe two?"

"Yes but if he can learn Form Five then he will have something no opponent will expect." Ky'ram responded as the sound of a blade hitting a dummy reverberated through the building. "They will look at him and expect Form Two or Six or Four. They won't immediately think Form Five. They won't think to grip their blade tighter for the intense strikes of the style. Look at me as an example. I use Form Two mainly. Most people expect Form Five or Seven out of me."

"Correct." Ben agreed. "Most of your attacks are graceful, to be expected from a dancer not a brute. Throws opponents off because not only is Form Two harder to guard against but also because it constantly shifts your center of mass."

"Exactly Ben." Ky'ram smiled. "Always do the unexpected."

Ben chuckled slightly as Ky'ram walked away towards the door where they had both felt a presence approaching. As the door opened it revealed the newcomer to be Commander Kite.

"Commander so nice to see you again." Ky'ram greeted the man.

"Same to you Admiral." Kite responded quickly. "I'm going to hope your comlink is on the fritz."

"I'm just going to say it is and ask what we have done to receive the pleasure of your company?" Ky'ram asked causing Ben to laugh.

"The General wishes to speak with us. A new mission I assume." Kite told him.

"Then let us be on our way." Ky'ram gestured out the door and awaited the Cathar to lead the way…