Tech Jedi Knight



The temple, it turned out, had plenty of quiet corridors that were barely walked. When other padawans were in class and there was free time for them, they found that many corridors were not well trodden.
Makko had been paying more attention to his studies. Most of the time. The experience with the Drengir and conversations with Starlin have given Makko a renewed focus.
Cora, however, was exceptionally capable of stealing that focus away.
Makko leaned back and took in a deep breath. He looked back down the corridor, certain he had seen something move out of the corner of his eyes. There was nobody there.
"So... you've got sparring practise for two hours next...but then I have some personal tutoring on telekenisis and then you've got time with Master Noble," he listed. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow morning then," Makko said. Makko grabbed Cora's hand, peeled her from the wall and offered a hasty goodbye.
Some days were like this. Stolen moments. It was still better than no time at all.
They would go their separate ways and go back to padawan duties. His struggles with affecting the real world around him continued. He was starting to learn the blade and could sense people and their feelings, but just lifting a small rock was still evading him.