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Step after step he just kept running. Sweat rolled down the dark skin on his forehead and flew from the ends of his fingers as they swung with each powerful step he took. One more lap, he told himself as he crossed the starting line again. This part of the gymnasium was as it had been the last several mornings, empty, Dagos never minded being alone in here until he got to this point of his run. He looked around the empty room as he rounded the curved part of the track noticing white painted walls that looked recently maintained, he could not see a worn patch anywhere, the aluminium bleachers looked pretty new too, he thought.
His assessments of the room he currently occupied didn’t mean anything but he needed something to focus on that wasn’t the pounding of his heart or the effort of his breathing as he crossed the starting line again for another lap.
One more lap he promised himself. His breathing had gotten more labored with each step and he’d had to make the effort to not breathe through his mouth like an amateur with no cardio. The smell of rubber from the track filling his nose with each breath.
One more lap he demanded of himself and he crossed the line once again. At this point he was so far past the point of his legs burning that he could no longer feel them, pushing himself around the track on what must have been momentum alone. His training clothes, long black skin tight spandexy pants with a matching long sleeve spandexy shirt clung so tightly to his body from sweat he was sure he would have to be cut out of them.
One more lap he pleaded with himself before basically collapsing half way round the track. Fifteen miles. He would go further tomorrow he swore, as he lay flat on his back, eyes closed hardly noticing and certainly not caring that he was now covered in the tiny rubber pellets that accompanied the astroturf field that the track surrounded.
“Want some water?” A female voice asked him.
Dagos Terrek, Jedi hopeful, sat up with as much effort as he could muster to see standing over him, a girl with a freckly face and sandy hair that went past her shoulders. She was older than he was but not by much. She was one of the non-force users that lived here at the temple and helped with the upkeep and daily tasks required. Dagos had noticed her around before in the couple of weeks he had been at the temple but this was the first interaction they’d had.
He thanked her for the water and took an almost uncomfortably deep drink draining the whole bottle at once.
She smiled at him. “So,” She began “Why are you still here at the enclave?” She asked him
He looked puzzled as he asked her what she meant.
“Oh.” she said looking equally as confused. “You’re a Jedi right? I thought all the Jedi had gone to Circumtore.”
“I don't know what that is.?” He told her still confused.
“I...don’t know much.” She said somewhat apologetically “Just something about pirates and The Hutts and strike teams.” She told him excitedly. “You’re a Jedi right?” she’d asked again this time with skepticism.
“Kark.” He swore casually.
He had no idea if he was a Jedi or like her, he was someone that just lived here. He’d arrived just a couple of weeks ago and had been basically on his own since. He’d met Zak Dymo and even though the kid talked like non stop, Dagos had sort of liked him, Dagos had even moved into Zak’s old dorm room and found a KastOut poster and right then knew the Nautolan had some style. But that was weeks ago and Dagos hadn’t seen Zak since nor had he seen the Togruta girl who apparently had trained in K’thri nor had he seen the Jedi with the red hair who had walked around dressed like the enclave was in the middle of a war zone.
“Hey. I’ll see you later ok?” she told him as an older woman who must of been her supervisor or something came into view with a stern look.
“Yeah, okay.” Dagos told her, still clearly distracted at his not being included in...well anything. At the academy which he went to before being sent to the Jedi, he was always included, as benefited a star athlete but his problem had been how much he hated it there. Which was not nearly as much as he hated it here.
After his brief conversation had ended Dagos laid back flat on the ground again closing his eyes once more wishing he were somewhere else.
Ryuchi Ryo
His assessments of the room he currently occupied didn’t mean anything but he needed something to focus on that wasn’t the pounding of his heart or the effort of his breathing as he crossed the starting line again for another lap.
One more lap he promised himself. His breathing had gotten more labored with each step and he’d had to make the effort to not breathe through his mouth like an amateur with no cardio. The smell of rubber from the track filling his nose with each breath.
One more lap he demanded of himself and he crossed the line once again. At this point he was so far past the point of his legs burning that he could no longer feel them, pushing himself around the track on what must have been momentum alone. His training clothes, long black skin tight spandexy pants with a matching long sleeve spandexy shirt clung so tightly to his body from sweat he was sure he would have to be cut out of them.
One more lap he pleaded with himself before basically collapsing half way round the track. Fifteen miles. He would go further tomorrow he swore, as he lay flat on his back, eyes closed hardly noticing and certainly not caring that he was now covered in the tiny rubber pellets that accompanied the astroturf field that the track surrounded.
“Want some water?” A female voice asked him.
Dagos Terrek, Jedi hopeful, sat up with as much effort as he could muster to see standing over him, a girl with a freckly face and sandy hair that went past her shoulders. She was older than he was but not by much. She was one of the non-force users that lived here at the temple and helped with the upkeep and daily tasks required. Dagos had noticed her around before in the couple of weeks he had been at the temple but this was the first interaction they’d had.
He thanked her for the water and took an almost uncomfortably deep drink draining the whole bottle at once.
She smiled at him. “So,” She began “Why are you still here at the enclave?” She asked him
He looked puzzled as he asked her what she meant.
“Oh.” she said looking equally as confused. “You’re a Jedi right? I thought all the Jedi had gone to Circumtore.”
“I don't know what that is.?” He told her still confused.
“I...don’t know much.” She said somewhat apologetically “Just something about pirates and The Hutts and strike teams.” She told him excitedly. “You’re a Jedi right?” she’d asked again this time with skepticism.
“Kark.” He swore casually.
He had no idea if he was a Jedi or like her, he was someone that just lived here. He’d arrived just a couple of weeks ago and had been basically on his own since. He’d met Zak Dymo and even though the kid talked like non stop, Dagos had sort of liked him, Dagos had even moved into Zak’s old dorm room and found a KastOut poster and right then knew the Nautolan had some style. But that was weeks ago and Dagos hadn’t seen Zak since nor had he seen the Togruta girl who apparently had trained in K’thri nor had he seen the Jedi with the red hair who had walked around dressed like the enclave was in the middle of a war zone.
“Hey. I’ll see you later ok?” she told him as an older woman who must of been her supervisor or something came into view with a stern look.
“Yeah, okay.” Dagos told her, still clearly distracted at his not being included in...well anything. At the academy which he went to before being sent to the Jedi, he was always included, as benefited a star athlete but his problem had been how much he hated it there. Which was not nearly as much as he hated it here.
After his brief conversation had ended Dagos laid back flat on the ground again closing his eyes once more wishing he were somewhere else.
Ryuchi Ryo
