Jotham Noktis
Rumination
Rear Admiral Jotham Noktis
Kamino
851 ABY
Jotham Noktis stood in the middle of the war room; he was effectively inside an arena. In a short span of time, he would be at the forefront in leading a military campaign against none other than the Galactic Alliance. Many dreaded, unspeakable things dwindled in the back of the mind of the Rear Admiral; he was inadvertently raised to be a brooding man, one that consistently lingered and pensively thought over his most dreaded and reprimandable introspections before ever seeking the peace of mind. Indeed, it was a bad habit, but it was a bad habit that had effectively absorbed the old child mind of his pre-adolescence. It was who he was. There was no sense in fighting it. However, this everlasting attitude required certain exercises of his mind - to his clean his demons.He could ill-afford letting his temperaments get the best of him before a campaign of war. As such, he had arranged a session with the Kaminoans for a sparring simulation that would help relieve him of his wicked temperaments. Whilst Jotham stood in the war room, a Kaminoan stood above him in a room, behind a terminal, that would control the simulation. Jotham stood there in a navy-blue full-body training suit that covered all but his face and head, along with a pair of padded gloves and kickpads for the needed striking techniques. He would face actual and physical droids in this simulation, and if he wasn't careful, he could legitimately hurt himself, or worse, death. The training droids would be no trivial task. These droids were the same ones used to train Imperial Special Forces units in close-quarters combat, although, Jotham had still been equipped with the same skills regardless.
In the control room, the giraffe-necked Kaminoan that would be supervising the simulation leant in through the intercom; "Rear Admiral Jotham Noktis.", announced the maternally-aged Kaminoan, "Are you prepared for your simulation?", inquired the Kaminoan.
Jotham kept his head forward, trained at the wall in front of him, brimming with a cold kind of focus and determination; "Yes.", he stated, matter-of-factly, "Enough waiting. Begin the simulation."
"As you wish, sir.", politely replied the Kaminoan, before pressing a series of commands and keys on her terminal, which would cause three large circular holes in the simulation room where Jotham stood, to suddenly lower back down like that of a miniature elevator. "Simulation beginning now."
Then, as the threefold miniature elevators rose back up onto the floor, each of the circular elevators consisted of three bipedal assassin droids, unequipped with their long-ranged lethal technology, and left only with their relatively up-close-and-personal weaponry, durable bipedal body-chassis, and superior A.I. programming. They were crouched, tightly-packed, as the droids suddenly all stood up at once on command. Even further so, the droids, all at once, assumed a hand-to-hand guard position, as the two droids on the flank began to smartly circle the isolated Jotham. He would have his work cut out for him, so it would seem.