Tech Jedi Knight

Makko let his lightsaber give one final hiss before it was extinguished. He let his shoulders fall, but breathing was sharp and shallow.
Around him, the bisected pieces of training remotes quietly ticked as pieces of metal continued to warp from the heat of his blade.
He had been here too long, pushed himself too hard. The welts were already starting to rise on his bare arms where he had taken hits.
Makko was going to become a Jedi Knight. The trials had come as a surprise. Passing had surprised him more.
Makko turned sharply away from the hall, bringing his left hand up to wipe the sweat from his brow.
"Master Noble," he said in surprise. She had crossed from the entrance rather quickly and quietly. He offered a bow.
Makko assumed she had come to talk about the process for the knighting ceremony.
Instead the council had sensed a conflict within him. A distraction. And Valery Noble knew exactly where it came from.