Keepin Corellia Weird

Location: Sullust Base of the Galactic Alliane, Training Center
Armor... It was a rather fiddly problem for Julius the longer he was in the front lines. Before, serving the Republic, he had always been on his own, or with a small squad of commandos or one or two contacts. Never whole squads or companies of soldiers. Never in a pitched battle like this. The Vanguard armor was doing alright, he supposed, but what was truly missing wasn't so much the armor, as it was his abilities within it. He was used to the loose fitting robes and tunic of the Republic Jedi, and as such his formal training with a lightsaber reflected it. Ataru was a graceful, fluid form of speed and agility and focused on maneuverability in combat. You couldn't land a hit on something you couldn't reach, much less something you couldn't see. Makashi was less flashy, but where your feet may stand on the ground, so to speak, you relied on precise, razor accurate strikes of blinding speed. Armor, in his experience, hindered those, and without training, he saw no real way to overcome that adversity without just blindly suiting up and risking his life and the life of his soldiers by trusting to luck. And he wasn't prepared to do that.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground before a bench, Julius silently meditated, waiting for the two he had invited to the lesson to arrive. Floating before him was the simple polished tube that serve as his lightsaber, taken apart into a myriad of pieces as they floated and faintly hummed with the force. A large duffle of olive drab sat next to him, and sweat beaded down his forehead even though he was dressed in loose fatigue pants tucked into simple combat boots with a simple wife-beater tucked neatly into the fatigues. Ever present, his bolt pistol hung on a peg just above his head where a simple twitch of the Force would drop it right into his hands.
Ever since his time in the Republic, this exercise was akin to how some non-force using soldiers tended to strip their rifles to pass the time and calm nerves. Taking apart the saber and putting it back together with the Force created a sort of bond between Jedi and the weapon that served them. Plus, it had the added benefit of making sure nothing had happened to the weapon during it's previous fights. Sighing softly, he began the slow process of precisely fitting the weapon back together piece by piece, pulling a wire here or there that might have slipped from it's place. They would be here soon, he hoped.
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