Callera hated feeling powerless, helpless against machinations of others and the tides of the Force, but here she was with one revelation drowning out all the information she gave the Council. 'Matters were different here' the Council said, they needed more time to reflect on how to proceed if things were so vastly different that Jedi she knew of didn't exist here. Someone had even said that without getting the assailant's name, Callera was just making assumptions that he was 'Maul.' Master's Yoda and Mundi argued in her favor that things seemed similar enough that a Sith plot using the Trade Federation as a tool was probably true, but the players were still unknown.
She'd hoped the Council would interview Anakin as soon as possible, but with this new information they chose to wait a few days. Leaving him under the nose of Palpatine just that much longer. And that burned. Hoping that with all the plans in place Anakin and the Queen would only need a day or two at most in the Senator's suite had been unrealistic Callera admitted to herself, but it rankled her to leave two of the most influential people of the next twenty years with Palpatine at all.
To prove Palpatine was a risk would mean trying to confront him semi-publicly. She could see no way to pull that off and guarantee his outing as Sidious without risking innocents or getting herself locked up and quietly disposed of.
These thoughts and musing keep Callera from sleep, so she walks the temple grounds without a minder. Both familiar and alien at the same time from the New Republic's generous rebuilding before the Yuuzahn Vong came, trying to help show the galaxy that the Republic was back and more glorious than before. Her steps bring her back to the dueling room of earlier, the floor mats dampening her footsteps as she moves towards the center of the room her familiar off green blade flowing into existence.
Slow and steady the blade begins to move: Echani forms, Three Ring drills, Adumarian Blastsword forms, sliding into the basics of Shii-Cho. Form One. The basics of lightsaber combat built around classical sword styles before Jedi used the weapon that would become their symbol. She knows her form is rough her time with her lightsaber found it mostly in use to deflect blaster bolts or in times she didn't think she could focus on her other weapons. But it was this Form that called to her when she had time to browse the datatapes of Chu'unthor, its simplicity is its elegance, just like every other weapon she uses it's the mastery of the basics that make her deadly with them and able to bring out the best of them.
"Impressive Bladesinger," The words off to the side bring her exercise to a halt, dismissing her blade and turning she sees Master Drallig in the entryway, "while each style and form you used is distinct and different, I barely noticed the flow between them. Except for what looked like Shii-Cho stances and forms."
Bowing to the Battlemaster, "Out of all my weapons, my weakest is my lightsaber."
"Why is that?"
"Has the Council told you about me?"
"Only that you were trained by a divergent Jedi sect and came to us with information and visions of dark times ahead."
She nods, "Our order was built after one of the many tragedies that have befallen this order. But our founders were half taught Jedi and a few Force adepts. We used basic combat skills to build the core of our ability to use the Lightsaber until we found datatapes and a Holocron with knowledge of the forms on them. Only in the last ten years have we started relearning the Forms that were lost to us."
Master Drallig tilts his head in understanding and proceeds to a rack on the wall, pulling one of the hilts from the rack he strides purposefully back to Callera and holds out hilt. "Show me what you know."
Gripping the well-worn hilt of the training lightsaber, she feels the weight of hundreds of Younglings and Padawans that have used this blade and moves off from the Battlemaster, letting the blue blade form from the hilt. Facing Drallig with a simple salute of her blade and then the is on him.
A flurry of fast blows to each contact point the blades of the duelists forming perfect crosses. Drallig nods and pushes Callera back before repeating the strikes against her. Her blocks are sloppier, forming an x instead of the cross before but the basic responses are there. Each basic exercise follows her strikes perfectly on point but struggling for the appropriate block.
"That's enough," Drallig deactivates his blade after one last pass, "for someone with no formal training in Shii-Cho you are remarkably well versed in it. But you keep treating certain strikes and blocks like you are using regular blades, facing resistance that the lightsaber does not."
Catching her breath and deactivating her blade with a nod as she walks back to the rack and replaces the training blade there. Returning to Master Drallig, she gives a fuller bow. "Thank you for your insights, Master."
Tilting his head in acknowledgement before speaking, "Now what brought you to this room in the first place?"
"I couldn't sleep, my thoughts and feelings unsettled, so I came to practice my forms as a meditation until I felt I could sleep."
"Your energy is what drew me from my patrol of the halls to here Bladesinger."
"I had hoped the Council would be more receptive my warning thanks to Naboo and the Trade Federation, but it appears more proof is needed. I am afraid what will the cost of that proof will be, Master Drallig." Her ice-blue eyes boring into Drallig's own with their intensity, stopping his immediate response. "The Fate of the Galaxy and the Jedi Order hinges on what happens these next few days, months and years Master Drallig; and I am afraid nothing can stop the destruction I've seen."