It was after hours, nighttime on Coruscant and Jaitre couldn't sleep. It wasn't uncommon, in fact, most nights were hard won when it came to getting a whole night's sleep as the young Jedi Padawan was still growing accustomed to being away from his former homeworld, let alone juggling between various different Jedi Temples and training facilities across the Galaxy.
Tonight, he had figured his time was best spent trying to improve his skills and training while there were fewer other students around to distract him with their flurrying emotions which he was so easily influenced by. The young Zeltron teenager had crept into the training wing of the Jedi Temple, being careful to avoid the watchful eyes of the Masters in case he was to be disciplined for being about so late.
Wearing simple Jedi robes, and carrying his Training Lightsaber at his side, Jaitre entered one of the empty dojo taking great care to ensure that no one else was using the place before stepping through the entrance and wandering across the padded floor.
Snap-Hiss, he triggered the activation toggle on his hilt and the bright merigold blade ignited and spread out an orange light across the floor where he stood. From what he had seen, there were fewer Jedi with such a blade colour, though he wasn't sure why. Commonly, he saw blue or green blades. Sometimes even yellow, but his was orange. Amber. Or whatever name you wanted to call the firey blazing sword he held outright before him.
Parting his feet and balancing his weight, he set about making a few simple strikes in the form of Shii-cho. He was just warming up, and the night still held plenty of hours to make use of the quiet time while he had it to spare.
Tonight, he had figured his time was best spent trying to improve his skills and training while there were fewer other students around to distract him with their flurrying emotions which he was so easily influenced by. The young Zeltron teenager had crept into the training wing of the Jedi Temple, being careful to avoid the watchful eyes of the Masters in case he was to be disciplined for being about so late.
Wearing simple Jedi robes, and carrying his Training Lightsaber at his side, Jaitre entered one of the empty dojo taking great care to ensure that no one else was using the place before stepping through the entrance and wandering across the padded floor.
Snap-Hiss, he triggered the activation toggle on his hilt and the bright merigold blade ignited and spread out an orange light across the floor where he stood. From what he had seen, there were fewer Jedi with such a blade colour, though he wasn't sure why. Commonly, he saw blue or green blades. Sometimes even yellow, but his was orange. Amber. Or whatever name you wanted to call the firey blazing sword he held outright before him.
Parting his feet and balancing his weight, he set about making a few simple strikes in the form of Shii-cho. He was just warming up, and the night still held plenty of hours to make use of the quiet time while he had it to spare.