Fear is the Mind Killer
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Lunara Azure
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Cyva Etalan
Theed, Felix spent far less time here than would be considered normal for a person of his position, fate seemed to pull at him from every direction, caught in a cats cradle of responsibility, circumstance and morality drawing him ever adjacent to what seemed to be expected of him by others at any given point in time. Who was he now? He'd fought in war for the Sith Empire, not once, but twice... beginning to develop feelings for a distant princess who stood loyal among their ranks. Absent though she seemed to be since they had met on that last battlefield, Felix couldn't help but feel his mind wonder to Quinn as he found himself in quiet moments.
~There I go again...~ He caught himself, shaking his head to rid his mental world of her face as his attention once again concentrated on the Theedian base, He had made inquiries to some of the trainers around the station as to those who might be able to help him escalate his ability when it came to the force. Feeling like his usual grab-bag of tricks were no longer benefiting him in the way that he had hoped, that and the treatise on the abilities of the Disciples of Twilight handed down through his family weren't exactly complete. The mysterious order to his mind was extinct, their secrets almost impossibly to get ones hands on unless they were to be stolen by those who held them in private collections.
But he didn't just need a master capable of teaching him new things, no, he needed a master that could help understand his aptitudes and help him in pushing them to such extremes that they would by proxy circumvent his weaknesses. Lunara it was said, was such a master. According to some, they had an uncanny ability to understand the workings of the force, showing a level of mastery that was seldom seen in a generation. But each of those that mentioned her in turn seemed to do so with some reverence. Hand-maiden to the Legendary Srina Talon... though, having seen the Exarch, he couldn't help but feel like the rumors surrounding her were exaggerated, as such stories born of war trended by those who witnessed them. Defeating handfuls of trained men and women often warped through the rose tinted glasses of the liberated to hewing legions of the elite. He'd seen it before.
That being said, she was still master enough to be among the Exarchs of the Confederacy, renowned for her swordsmanship. Underestimation was the fools death warrant after all, he'd have to keep a keen mind, but the cold sweat her name seemed to summon upon the brow of others at her mention seemed more superstitious than grounded in an objective reality... More study needed to be done.
Lunara was meant to be taking a training with others somewhere in the facility, Felix had been asking for directions in a manner to discover the location, moving through the complexes training areas until they came to an open training room. The Marks of myriad combats and intense trainings eerily absent from the newly made building constructed an all too perfect view of the place. Eyes radiating a mysterious pastal green, combined from the milky yellow which normally espoused some level of caution and an optimistic sky blue. The Door opening with a hiss as he would move to the side, standing by the door in what seemed like the bottoms of the standard Knights Obsidian Armour and a slim fitting black T-Shirt for the purpose of the training. Lunara seemed in the midst of a training with someone, Felix would wait, patiently until such a time he would be addressed.
"Apologies for the interruption" The Noble Scion would begin. "I was hoping, if you were available, to also benefit from your instruction... I've been having... issues with my training, and was told that you were the authority to come to." Felix would smile gratefully, scratching the back of his head with the brand of awkward embarrassment that came with admitting a flaw in ones self. Hopefully she would be receptive to the incursion, if not, he would leave. There were other... perhaps more extreme methods that he could go to.
Yet he would rather not.
Lunara Azure
//
Cyva Etalan
Theed, Felix spent far less time here than would be considered normal for a person of his position, fate seemed to pull at him from every direction, caught in a cats cradle of responsibility, circumstance and morality drawing him ever adjacent to what seemed to be expected of him by others at any given point in time. Who was he now? He'd fought in war for the Sith Empire, not once, but twice... beginning to develop feelings for a distant princess who stood loyal among their ranks. Absent though she seemed to be since they had met on that last battlefield, Felix couldn't help but feel his mind wonder to Quinn as he found himself in quiet moments.
~There I go again...~ He caught himself, shaking his head to rid his mental world of her face as his attention once again concentrated on the Theedian base, He had made inquiries to some of the trainers around the station as to those who might be able to help him escalate his ability when it came to the force. Feeling like his usual grab-bag of tricks were no longer benefiting him in the way that he had hoped, that and the treatise on the abilities of the Disciples of Twilight handed down through his family weren't exactly complete. The mysterious order to his mind was extinct, their secrets almost impossibly to get ones hands on unless they were to be stolen by those who held them in private collections.
But he didn't just need a master capable of teaching him new things, no, he needed a master that could help understand his aptitudes and help him in pushing them to such extremes that they would by proxy circumvent his weaknesses. Lunara it was said, was such a master. According to some, they had an uncanny ability to understand the workings of the force, showing a level of mastery that was seldom seen in a generation. But each of those that mentioned her in turn seemed to do so with some reverence. Hand-maiden to the Legendary Srina Talon... though, having seen the Exarch, he couldn't help but feel like the rumors surrounding her were exaggerated, as such stories born of war trended by those who witnessed them. Defeating handfuls of trained men and women often warped through the rose tinted glasses of the liberated to hewing legions of the elite. He'd seen it before.
That being said, she was still master enough to be among the Exarchs of the Confederacy, renowned for her swordsmanship. Underestimation was the fools death warrant after all, he'd have to keep a keen mind, but the cold sweat her name seemed to summon upon the brow of others at her mention seemed more superstitious than grounded in an objective reality... More study needed to be done.
Lunara was meant to be taking a training with others somewhere in the facility, Felix had been asking for directions in a manner to discover the location, moving through the complexes training areas until they came to an open training room. The Marks of myriad combats and intense trainings eerily absent from the newly made building constructed an all too perfect view of the place. Eyes radiating a mysterious pastal green, combined from the milky yellow which normally espoused some level of caution and an optimistic sky blue. The Door opening with a hiss as he would move to the side, standing by the door in what seemed like the bottoms of the standard Knights Obsidian Armour and a slim fitting black T-Shirt for the purpose of the training. Lunara seemed in the midst of a training with someone, Felix would wait, patiently until such a time he would be addressed.
"Apologies for the interruption" The Noble Scion would begin. "I was hoping, if you were available, to also benefit from your instruction... I've been having... issues with my training, and was told that you were the authority to come to." Felix would smile gratefully, scratching the back of his head with the brand of awkward embarrassment that came with admitting a flaw in ones self. Hopefully she would be receptive to the incursion, if not, he would leave. There were other... perhaps more extreme methods that he could go to.
Yet he would rather not.