He couldn’t sleep, how could he? Ira was in the clutches of the hutt that had been hunting her. His own mental state took a bit of a hit, he was lost without her despite Zain doing his best to try and guide him away from that ever present shadow of his own short temper. All he could do now is train, the plains were the perfect place for his training too. He had picked up an old friend of his, Throwing Knives and with the long absence of these handy and easily concealed weapons he had to re-train himself in their use. This was the easy task, the hard task was he had to not only improve his overall endurance he had to improve his own speed and strength as Adush has told him he should be the one to carry Ira to safety, if he was able to go fast enough he could get Ira to safety while dodging as much blaster fire as possible and taking whatever damage he had to.
His Endurance training started simple a few rocks that would launch from make shift sling shots when a rope was pulled, he started small, a few rocks to get him started. In the secluded area of the wild Nerf fields he was doing this, he pulled on the rope and the rocks would launch at him, he’d have taken a defensive stance and let the rocks hit him and he tried to stay upright. The pain soaked in rather quickly, he knew a blaster bolt was much more painful and thus he’d need to experience more pain so that when he was used to it a blaster bolt wouldn’t be so bad. The catapaults grew in number and the rocks would launch in a pattern, if he slipped up and let his guard down too soon the rocks would definately cause a bit more than a bruise as some had hit him square in the head before.
After each beating he took he immediately moved onto his speed training, a spring from the nerf fields to the colony and back several times. He wore his full set of armor so that what little weight it added to him became like a second skin. Despite the lack of training in the force he was able to speed himself up a bit but to him it wasn’t enough. Even as the force would flow through him the speed he gained wasn’t enough, he’d rely on natural ability if he had to be he needed to run faster if he was to succeed. Then his course started to get harder as he had specific targets to hit with his throwing knives. As he was rushing his course and throwing the knives he find himself slowing down, no he had to do this all in one go, no stopping, no slow down!
This training went on for days with minimal sleep, he woke up this day not wanting to run those laps again. He instead wanted to rest his muscles and stay in bed but instead he got up and started running them again only this time half way through his first run a large man got in his way and slammed his fist into Andro’s stomach. Becoming winded and flying back a couple of feet as his momentum suddenly shifted backwards and he hit the ground sliding for a few seconds before looking up.
“Mmgh…why?” He asked as the man, clearly around his early 50’s stepped forward rolling his shoulders. He wore a blue shirt and had his hair in a pony tail, stood above Andro easily standing around 6’7. He reached down and pulled Andro up a bit before slamming his fist into the helmet causing the class to crack and then a punch to the gut again causing the air to be knocked out of him once more. The man raised his leg to prepare for a heel drop onto Andro the man wasn’t expecting what was coming next as Andro gripped the mans other leg with the force and pulled causing the man to suddenly find himself without footing and falling onto his back while Andro rolled to the side and kicked himself up and panted a bit.
The man stood and grinned “In my forty years of bounty hunting I’ve never faced a Jedi before, fair enough, a certain someone wants you dead, why? Well I heard you were quite the ring fighter”. As Andro heard this just rushed the man taking an in boxer stance and jabbing at the mans chest repeatedly, the man grinned wider and kneed andro in the chest and grappled him before throwing him into the nearest tree and straight punching Andro in the back. A pained grunt escaped Andro and the young man gripped the force the best he could and as the next barrage of punches came his way he started to move quickly to dodge each hit but with the mans persistence the punches started connecting and soon Andro had to counter by sending a straight punch to the mans chest with all his might getting a pained grunt from the man before stepping forward and with andro’s other hand he’d uppercut the bounty hunter and cause the man to stumble back, this just made the older man excited and not hold back before rushing andro again and slamming his fists repeatedly into the helmet andro was wearing.
While the blows were cushioned he soon started feeling the full force with each punch, he soon found himself unable to see straight only for another straight punch to hit him in the head again, breaking some of the helmet off and causing Andro to fall back, feeling his strength leave him slowly. Soon his thoughts rushed to how he failed Ira before he even had a chance to save her.
The man started to walk away “If that’s all you have…then the ring doesn’t have a good standard, it did wonders for me, to think we both held that title…I heard you live with a nice twi’lek woman…maybe I should pay her a visit, let her know her friend tragcally met his fate” he chuckled and Andro’s heart started to race, pure adrenaline started rushing through his veins, his fists clenching. He stood up grunting and the man stopped turning around to see Andro pull his helmet off, his gaze was focused yet there was clearly anger in those eyes.
Andro stepped forward weakly gritting his teeth before getting to the man who was shocked to see his target sitll standing. “Ira is not for you…is not for hutt…is not even for me…Ira is shining star that should be seen by all,and besides…she’s not home right now…” Andro said this taking a Wing Chung like stance blood trailing down his face and the brief moments of silence between the two shouted louder than words. The man respected Andro’s endurance…no, his determination.
The man took his stance and smiled “She must be special for you to go another round…”. The first punch wasn’t thrown by Andro, but instead the bounty hunter and it was a narrowly missing right hook, still ever so confident in his heavy strikes this gave Andro a clear shot at the mans side, he moved in and started pummeling at the mans liver, left fist, right fist, left fist, right fist, each strike Andro made was calculated, quick and powerful. The man coughed feeling the strikes and then swung around to try and throw a straight at Andro’s head only for him to find Andro used his wrists to shift the punch upwards and thus make another opening as he quickly ducked to the side and again, one punch after the other directed at one of the mans left kidney.
The bounty hunter stepped back in pain coughing a bit of blood up and lowering his guard a bit, Andro wasn’t going to give him a moment to recover as he rushed at the man launching a spin kick to the mans head, as he landed he spun again bringing his other heel around into the mans head doubling impact the man sustained. With this the guard was dropped completely and Andro moved in to finish the fight, he started focusing his blows to the mans heart rapidly striking the area repeatedly before stopping, the man checked his heart unsure if it was still beating or not before Andro launched a high kick to the mans jaw launching him from the ground a centimeter or two but as he landed he fell backwards. Eyes rolling back and body laying limp on the ground, Andro panted but grabbed the man by the shirt and dragged him to the colony, he left him at the medical center and wandered back home.
He pulled his armor off and collapsed on the bed his adrenaline finally stopping and the pain more or less kicking in and he passed out. The rescue was in a few days…and this sleep was welcome as he woke up with half the day gone…which meant that he had to train harder. The routine started all over again, he wasn’t going to stop until Ira was home safe.