Bubák
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A young blue skinned girl ignored the Sith Acolytes who threw several jokes her way, most of them concerning the Dark Jedi, and marched through the hallway of the Sith Temple, bowing her head when a Knight or Master walked near. Finally being familiar with the Temple's layout, the teenager would be exactly on time, not like during the last class. Anything to please the teacher, especially in this case, as this was going to be a private lesson. The former Padawan did not know what exactly persuaded the Sith Master to waste her time with such a lowly Dark Jedi filth unworthy of being a Sith, but the fallen Jedi was not going to pass this opportunity, especially since it concerned her training as a warrior.
Finally making her way towards the training room designated for the class, the teenage Chiss let the door automatically open and immediately spotted the Echani already standing in the small room that almost looked like a circular gladiator pit. Again, she remembered her days as a Padawan, safety in training above everything. Mats on the floor and training lightsabers. Sith were the exact opposite, but their way of life was the right one. Dried blood decorated the floor and let everyone entering the room know this sort of training was also a fight for survival.
Walking through the door, gaze fixed to the floor and avoiding all eye contact with the Master inside, the young girl walked closer to the woman before dropping to knees, planting her palms on the floor and bowing until her forehead touched the floor. "Master, I thank you for your kindness of training me," the Chiss said, her voice showing slight hints of fear as she already mentally prepared herself for a dose of Force lightning.
Alaki was clad in her usual tattered tunic and trousers, with dark bandages wrapped around her legs. Her belt displayed one silver cylinder, not that unusual among Force users, though the presence of the crystal inside of the lightsaber clearly showed signature of a Jedi Padawan and not a Sith. Another weapon attached to the belt was a one handed shord.
[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
Finally making her way towards the training room designated for the class, the teenage Chiss let the door automatically open and immediately spotted the Echani already standing in the small room that almost looked like a circular gladiator pit. Again, she remembered her days as a Padawan, safety in training above everything. Mats on the floor and training lightsabers. Sith were the exact opposite, but their way of life was the right one. Dried blood decorated the floor and let everyone entering the room know this sort of training was also a fight for survival.
Walking through the door, gaze fixed to the floor and avoiding all eye contact with the Master inside, the young girl walked closer to the woman before dropping to knees, planting her palms on the floor and bowing until her forehead touched the floor. "Master, I thank you for your kindness of training me," the Chiss said, her voice showing slight hints of fear as she already mentally prepared herself for a dose of Force lightning.
Alaki was clad in her usual tattered tunic and trousers, with dark bandages wrapped around her legs. Her belt displayed one silver cylinder, not that unusual among Force users, though the presence of the crystal inside of the lightsaber clearly showed signature of a Jedi Padawan and not a Sith. Another weapon attached to the belt was a one handed shord.
[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]