Corey's OOC
And where were the spiders
It had taken him a bit, but Marek was finally started to get confident with his saber. He had built it out of necessity and desire to prove he could do it. Just like any other Starchaser with their own training. His cousins that were working within the realm of Imperial military had traditional Force training, trained by Sith, and even Marek was starting to enter that realm. Between Masters Verd and Van Derveld, Marek was well on his way to learning the secrets they would bestow upon him, Sith or not.
Finding himself in a training room, the Aspirant was ready and waiting. He knew that there was a newcomer to the Confederacy, one that seemed to have known one of his relatives, over in the Fel Imperium. That was strange, just went to show how small of a galaxy this could be, at times. What was this one going to bring to the party? Every new Templar was useful, and one coming from another group? That was saying something. They would be able to bring their own spin on the Templar, changing and improving the group.
Standing in a black body glove, with his new Templar armor over it. He wanted to give this armor a try. With his job as the Foreman, he was having a hard time getting training in. And testing this armor was something he had been wanting to do. The armor, and the lightsaber, the hilt which was hovering in front of him. Marek was working on combining his Telekinesis with his Sensing abilities. He could feel the Empath approach. There was a brightness to this one, wasn’t there?
Hearing the door open, Marek let the lightsaber drop into his hand. “So, the Imperial Knight has decided that in order to learn, it was a smart choice to leave the Imperium?” He eyed the other man who entered the room. Marek was all for having a purpose, but to be forced to serve on man? And their goals? That just was not freedom.
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Finding himself in a training room, the Aspirant was ready and waiting. He knew that there was a newcomer to the Confederacy, one that seemed to have known one of his relatives, over in the Fel Imperium. That was strange, just went to show how small of a galaxy this could be, at times. What was this one going to bring to the party? Every new Templar was useful, and one coming from another group? That was saying something. They would be able to bring their own spin on the Templar, changing and improving the group.
Standing in a black body glove, with his new Templar armor over it. He wanted to give this armor a try. With his job as the Foreman, he was having a hard time getting training in. And testing this armor was something he had been wanting to do. The armor, and the lightsaber, the hilt which was hovering in front of him. Marek was working on combining his Telekinesis with his Sensing abilities. He could feel the Empath approach. There was a brightness to this one, wasn’t there?
Hearing the door open, Marek let the lightsaber drop into his hand. “So, the Imperial Knight has decided that in order to learn, it was a smart choice to leave the Imperium?” He eyed the other man who entered the room. Marek was all for having a purpose, but to be forced to serve on man? And their goals? That just was not freedom.
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