The Old Man with the stick
Underground Training Facilities
The training room was spacious and well appointed, making it an easy task for Jake to set up for his lesson. He'd ensured there were a ready number of training sabers for those who didn't own their own lightsaber yet. He'd arrived earlier than the announced start time, firstly to make sure everything was in order for the day's lesson, and secondly to center himself in the place.
The room opened onto a small changing floor with shelves and storage bins for personal equipment. Beyond this a large expansive dojo with padded mats extended in all directions. The ceiling was high, with a thin steel framework gantry below the ferrocrete. Light strips were many, though only about half of them were lit. That made the room well lit, but not simulating direct sunlight and too bright. It was a bit warm, with little air flow. He much preferred training outside.
Jake stood by the edge of the changing floor. There were a few Jedi training across the hall-like training room. There was plenty of space for them to do their thing while he taught his class. He was unsure of how many might turn up, and so he'd designed his lesson for maximum participation. A quick demonstration, then practice in dueling pairs between the students.
Leaning on his stick, Jake closed his eyes and meditated on patience, that he might not unleash too much snark upon his potential trainees. He could pass on what he had learned, and he was careful to be mindful of what he had been taught by his own Master, so patiently over many years.
A few young students arrived first, and approached. He opened his eyes at their close presence, and smiled warmly at them. "Please, take a training saber and ready yourselves for the session." He motioned to the racks of underpowered and therefore safe lightsaber analogs. For comfort's sake, he removed his own cloak and neatly folded it, putting it away before walking slowly back to his position at the edge of the mats. He would wait.
