Doran Ren
Electric Judgement
Doran stood and stared at the sliding doors leading into the large training hall. The stark white lights filled the grey, empty room with a white hue. Doran sighed and looked down and thought to himself shes late. He had not yet met the newest disciple in the Order, however she had a, well, flirtatious reputation. He smirked at the thought of it. He unclipped his saber from his belt, inspecting the hilt as he paced around the room. The room was large, empty box, used for melee training by stormtroopers. Doran had convinced master Kyrel to let him use the room to train with the new disciple, as long as everything stayed in good condition. He had removed his hood and mask. He wanted the girl to see his face, he didn't want her first impression of him to be shrouded from by a mask. She was his age, and from what he heard quite beautiful.
He heard the doors hiss open as the new disciple entered the room. Without looking at her he activated his lightsaber, holding it by his side. The crimson blades humming and the girls boots clicking across the floor were the only sounds filling the room. He turned to look into her eyes and smirked "You're late."
[member="Aurora"]
He heard the doors hiss open as the new disciple entered the room. Without looking at her he activated his lightsaber, holding it by his side. The crimson blades humming and the girls boots clicking across the floor were the only sounds filling the room. He turned to look into her eyes and smirked "You're late."
[member="Aurora"]