Matreya
Well-Known Member
Golden flashes of light raced through the dark of night. Two moons hung overhead, barely shining nor providing light. No air moved, all seemed still. The only sign of life being the golden saber of the Legate of the 120th Legion of the Fringe, whom stood alone in the dark. As time passed, he trained harder and harder. Sweat dripped from his brow, along his arms and down his back, but still the man pushed himself harder.
Each day it consisted of the same thing, a few hours of Force training, next saber followed lastly by a few hours of meditation. He pushed himself like he pushed his Legionnaires, to be the very best they can. It wasnt over until he was gasping for breath...
Which he found he currently was, and thus deactivated Electric Claw, the saber given to Zaiden through a trade with Ashin. It was surprising to not have his greatest weapon, but that didn't stop him from learning to utilize his newest replacement. Thinking about his choices recently, Zaiden ate a quick supper then sat and adjusted for meditation.
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Soon enough, the sun brought Zaiden back from the distant future. Slowly rising, and stifling a yawn, he smiled. Finally, today was the day he had prepared for...
Initiating the computers at his manor on Valhalla, through his comlink, Zaiden prepared to depart. For a program was set to initiate upon start up, one that would send @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] a message, requesting she duel him there, so he could prove to the Fringeman around without a doubt that he was competent, and worthy.
Many believed he was not fit for high rolling ranks as the ones he had acquired recently, and sought in his near future. Zaiden knew otherwise. Packing his bags, and climbing aboard his shuttle, he made his way from Riflor towards Valhalla.
Each day it consisted of the same thing, a few hours of Force training, next saber followed lastly by a few hours of meditation. He pushed himself like he pushed his Legionnaires, to be the very best they can. It wasnt over until he was gasping for breath...
Which he found he currently was, and thus deactivated Electric Claw, the saber given to Zaiden through a trade with Ashin. It was surprising to not have his greatest weapon, but that didn't stop him from learning to utilize his newest replacement. Thinking about his choices recently, Zaiden ate a quick supper then sat and adjusted for meditation.
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Soon enough, the sun brought Zaiden back from the distant future. Slowly rising, and stifling a yawn, he smiled. Finally, today was the day he had prepared for...
Initiating the computers at his manor on Valhalla, through his comlink, Zaiden prepared to depart. For a program was set to initiate upon start up, one that would send @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] a message, requesting she duel him there, so he could prove to the Fringeman around without a doubt that he was competent, and worthy.
Many believed he was not fit for high rolling ranks as the ones he had acquired recently, and sought in his near future. Zaiden knew otherwise. Packing his bags, and climbing aboard his shuttle, he made his way from Riflor towards Valhalla.