An Officer and a Gentleman
It had been a little while since Iskendyr had last seen Simon.
Simon Meinard had been his mentor for a little while now. Through Simon, Iskendyr had come to know the path of the Imperial Knight. It was Simon who Iskendyr was happy to see after having spent time on Jakku. Master Simon had taught Iskendyr how to handle his abilities, his electrokinesis, magnetic manipulation, how to hone his Force skills. Adapt them to his senses, his reflexes and taught him Djem So, Soresu as well. Iskendyr told his aunt that Simon was to be trusted, it was his mother Zola who had put him in touch with Simon at a young age.
The fourteen year old boy arrived at a location that had served as his training grounds for the last two years. He had nothing but a dufflebag, and his Imperial Knight robes, a pair of trainers. Training saber in hand as he walked across the courtyard, and approached the doors of the training facility. He watched as the shuttle that had brought him there, departed. "Master," Iskendyr called out, "I've returned to continue my training." As a mere squire, Iskendyr knew there was still much for him to learn. He knocked on the door and waited for the response, whilst the sun began to sink over the horizon.
Simon Meinard had been his mentor for a little while now. Through Simon, Iskendyr had come to know the path of the Imperial Knight. It was Simon who Iskendyr was happy to see after having spent time on Jakku. Master Simon had taught Iskendyr how to handle his abilities, his electrokinesis, magnetic manipulation, how to hone his Force skills. Adapt them to his senses, his reflexes and taught him Djem So, Soresu as well. Iskendyr told his aunt that Simon was to be trusted, it was his mother Zola who had put him in touch with Simon at a young age.
The fourteen year old boy arrived at a location that had served as his training grounds for the last two years. He had nothing but a dufflebag, and his Imperial Knight robes, a pair of trainers. Training saber in hand as he walked across the courtyard, and approached the doors of the training facility. He watched as the shuttle that had brought him there, departed. "Master," Iskendyr called out, "I've returned to continue my training." As a mere squire, Iskendyr knew there was still much for him to learn. He knocked on the door and waited for the response, whilst the sun began to sink over the horizon.
