Cathbodua
Harsh Master
Cathbodua had reserved the lower sections of the temple. There was a great deal still happening but while she looked deeply into the dimly lit screen of the hologram suit. She was creating a world for their own use within the system and well for her as the area shifted from blocky stone to an open field.
She could see the light on her skin. She could see the scars and wounds she had gotten from training. There was her bag on her shoulders while she stood in her training garb letting her shoulders roll before she was moving off. The door opened for other students to come and learn about certain things.
She had knowledge but going out and endangering padawans to show them how to handle disasters or large scale problems. Those didn't come around all the time or well offering to teach during them didn't make for good form. She was moving her head around while she ran a hand over her head.
She could see the light on her skin. She could see the scars and wounds she had gotten from training. There was her bag on her shoulders while she stood in her training garb letting her shoulders roll before she was moving off. The door opened for other students to come and learn about certain things.
She had knowledge but going out and endangering padawans to show them how to handle disasters or large scale problems. Those didn't come around all the time or well offering to teach during them didn't make for good form. She was moving her head around while she ran a hand over her head.