Was actually very friendly
After having both arms ripped off by an enraged WHIPHID,
the Trandoshan knight KHEFIIR has recuperated at long last.
He has agreed to teach a combat class at THE SABER,
a tall waterfront enclave in the greatest city on CORELLIA
the Trandoshan knight KHEFIIR has recuperated at long last.
He has agreed to teach a combat class at THE SABER,
a tall waterfront enclave in the greatest city on CORELLIA
"Expectationsss," the Trandoshan said, clasping his freshly-regenerated hands behind his back. Force, but it felt good - regeneration had been an itchy process, especially once he'd started drilling again. Now his saber felt proper and natural on his belt, and he was back in front of a class. Next step: whatever came after Ziost. The war beckoned.
"Firsst, thiss issn't one of thosse Padawan classess where a teacher rambless while you pair up and sspar for twenty minutess and feel good about your sskillss. Thiss iss a three-hour block.
"Ssecond, we'll use training weaponss only. If your own ssaber hass a training ssetting, turn it on now. If not, training ssaberss are in the box by the wall.
"Third, we'll focuss on practicality. No fusss about which ancient formss are besst in which circumsstancess.
"Fourth, call me Khefiir. Every classs I need to remind ssomeone that I'm not a Jedi Masster, and wouldn't accept the honorific even if I wass.
"Fifth, everyone grab a sstun blasster from the other box by the wall."
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