Son of None
Location: Odessen - Hidden Path Outpost
Blaster fire cracked through the humid Odessen air, red bolts zigzagging toward Acier like angry wasps. He pivoted on his heel, left arm swinging as his lightsaber snapped a bolt into a nearby tree trunk, then another into the dirt at his feet. Sweat clung to his brow and soaked the black sleeve of his training top, the jacket discarded somewhere off to the side. His blue trousers were dust-streaked from near-misses and tumbles, but he wasn't slowing down. If anything, he was pushing harder.
It hadn't been long since the official formation of the Hidden Path, or since the white-haired rebel had agreed to join. He was still adapting. To working with others, having a structured routine, and living a sedentary lifestyle. But ultimately, he was happy to be here, happy to have purpose.
Jane
and
Michael Angellus
but duty pulled them all to different parts of the galaxy most of the time. There was barely any time to sit down and... talk. So, on his off days, Ace normally found himself alone in the forest. Just training, training and... more training. It made sense to him, he'd likely be seeing combat more often, his technique needed to be better. But in reality, he was just avoiding the need to try and make friends.
Another volley shot toward him, three bolts in quick succession. Ace narrowed his eyes and stepped into the rhythm. His lightsaber moved like a conductor's baton, precise and deliberate. One bolt ricocheted skyward, another pinged off a nearby boulder. The third grazed his thigh, singing the fabric and drawing a quiet hiss from between his teeth.
It wouldn't be enough to deter him, however. The pain grounded him. The repetition focused him. The silence, broken only by the hum of his lightsaber and the chirp of the remotes, shielded him from the awkward weight of small talk and introductions. It was easier to spar with machines. They didn't expect conversation.
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