Revan was waiting outside when Treg arrived. Boy, he sure travels light, only one small duffel.
He approached her smiling, setting down his bag before greeting her, again with a polite kiss on her hand. "A pleasure once more Revan."
Her tone was playful "Now that we're crew mates, I don't think you have to greet me so formally every time we see each other."
"I agree." Carth stood at the top of the ramp watching Treg with narrowed eyes. "You're here, we're leaving, let's go."
A sigh escaped from Revan's lips. "Don't worry, he kinda grows on you after awhile." She joked with Treg as they both reached for his bag.
"A lady, let alone my gracious host, should not be carrying a man's bag." He objected.
"You're right!" she said triumphantly. "Carth, grab Treg's stuff while I show him around Rubicon." Oh, that expression Onasi, priceless! It left Revan smirking through out the entire tour.
"This is the training room. I managed to pick up a few things yesterday that I'm anxious to try out. Care for a duel?"
Treg took in the various weapons hanging on the wall before turning his gaze to the numerous gadgets strewn around that he had no clue about before finally resting on some familiar items in the far left corner, weights and a punching bag. A surprised look fell over his face, "Spar? Oh no, I am afraid not. I fear I would not even know which end to pick those up by," pointing to the blades.
"You're kidding right? A smuggler who isn't familiar with weapons?"
"Well, as I mentioned briefly before, I was not always a smuggler. And I am afraid I am a bad one at that. I did lose my ship after all."
Excitement prompted Revan to enter the room and grab a few of the practice batons. "Here" she threw one in Treg's direction. "If you're going to be on my ship you better learn how to use a weapon. We'll start with your grip first, then I'll show you some steps and footwork before moving on to some cuts and strikes." Her eyes were gleaming but she could tell he was trying to find a polite way to decline her offer. "Just enough so you can defend yourself, if the need arises." She pleaded.
He let the weight of the baton register as he shifted it between both his hands "Is it too late to reconsider accepting your invitation? I was growing quite fond of that cantina." He gave her a sideways glance so she understood he was only joking.
"Afraid so, I believe our pilot has just taken off. He'll probably want to talk with you soon about where your friend is, so we better get started." Moving to place his hand in the correct position she began their first lesson.
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"There you are! Dammit, I've been looking all over for you two. I should have know!" Carth saw the sweat beading around Revan's forehead while Treg was dripping with it as he seemed relieved at the interruption.
"I am glad you showed up. I have been trying to get her to quit for the past two hours. She is relentless."
"First thing we agree on! What did you do to deserve this?"
"I just told her I wasn't familiar with weapons."
Carth raised a suspicious eyebrow but refrained from commenting on what he was thinking. Yeah, like I believe that one. "Well, then I'm afraid you're in deep trouble. She's not going to stop until you become proficient. Looks like you got some long hours to put in." He couldn't help smiling, And boy is your body going to ache like hell tomorrow.
"I'll just get the coordinates from you and let you two continue."
"Perhaps I would be more useful piloting the ship, that, at least, is something I am familiar with." Treg knew immediately that he had said the wrong thing as Carth bristled.
"I'm the pilot, nobody touches my ship, got it?"
"I did not mean anything …"
"Flyboy here likes to be in control, besides this is more important anyway. And just to show you that I'm not a slave driver, we'll take an hour break before testing your stamina and strength." She gave him a cheeky grin.
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After that Carth knew where he could always find them. He especially enjoyed Treg's reaction the next morning when he climbed down the ladder from the bunking quarters, groaning with each movement. It got even better when Treg almost spit out his breakfast after Revan announced that they would start practicing in an hour. Serves you right buddy.
Treg tried maneuver his way out, "But I will not be with you for long. I really don't see the necessity…"
Carth was more than happy to shoot this attempt down, "Actually we have at least a four day flight before we reach our next contact. Anthricete Labs is another few days from that, so you'll be with us for at least a week. That's plenty of time for Revan to turn you into an adept sword user. If you're lucky, she might even let you sleep once in awhile." And while you're busy with her I can check your bag, scan your room...
"Carth?"
"Huh?"
"I asked if you had anything more appropriate that Treg could borrow for his lessons. His clothes are much too restrictive for the moves we need to work on today."
Fat chance. Carth looked over the physique of the other man. His arms were muscular but his chest didn't seem sturdy as it gave way to a slender waist and legs that together wouldn't span one of Carth's. "I don't think so."
"Okay, sorry Treg, you'll just have to go shirtless and um, in your skivvies." Ha, what do you think of that Onasi!
"My what?" came the choked reply as Treg tried to remain composed.
If Carth enjoyed the other look, when Treg had almost spit out his breakfast, this one was even better. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to appreciate it, as he moved out of the galley, "Well, maybe I can find something."