Flair sat a the archives computer, searching up things within the Sentinels. He had only know his master in the length of a month before he had died. He had no real time to become attached. So no grieving really came, though he was sad for the man. He had learned nothing from him, thus still a small current in a force was all he was. This didn't put him down either, he occupied himself constantly with combat training, and meditation. He hoped sooner or later he'd catch the attention of a master. "One day I'll be on the front lines, fighting for what's right." He said to himself, leaving in more to read the history of Sintenls for the hundredth time.
He didn't really read it a hundred times, he felt he knew it well. With the force inside him, he closed his eyes, trying again to feel those around him. Here it was easy to do, the force enveloped the Temple, the force could easily be touches here. Outside in the other hand was near impossible for him.
He didn't really read it a hundred times, he felt he knew it well. With the force inside him, he closed his eyes, trying again to feel those around him. Here it was easy to do, the force enveloped the Temple, the force could easily be touches here. Outside in the other hand was near impossible for him.