"They don't teach pilots enough of this, in my opinion." He has his armor on. Probably doesn't make the prospect of sparring very appealing. "If you go down in hostile territory or a base comes under attack, you've got to be prepared." And all they usually get issued is that piddly little Merr-Sonn pistol, which is basically like not having a blaster at all.

"But since we're not starting on equal footing here, I'll go easy." A moment of concentration, and all the white plate vanishes, leaving him wearing nothing but his form-fitting black underarmor and the tiniest hint of a smirk.

"Ready?"