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Sindri had put in a request to further his own training by learning Force Deflection from an older Knight. He had assumed it would be a Marshall, or perhaps even the Field Marshall that would agree to teach him.. but he was astonished when he learned that the Knight-Commander, herself, would be the one to show him.
He was not sure what he had done to deserve this honor, or if the Commander had a hidden objective.. which he would not put it past her as she was a woman, and understanding how a woman thought was a mystery far greater then the force.
Nonetheless, he felt this was a lesson he needed. He could easily make due with his lightsabers to deflect most attacks, but what if he was disarmed? ambushed? It was to many what ifs for Sindri's liking. He enjoyed living, and he wanted to keep it that way.
Still.. as he sat in an almost meditative stance, he could not help but feel excited to see the Knight-Commander up close.. and to be able to speak with her. He had seen her from a distance at the funeral.. he had sworn his life and service to her. He told no one that.. but his service was to her.. the Knight-Commander and to the people of the Empire. Perhaps he was blasphemous against the ideals of the Knights to swear his fealty to his Commander first, his People second, and the true Emperor.. in fourth.
He pushed the thoughts aside as he reached up to brush his hair aside as well. He did not wear his helm today, but did put on his fixed and polished armor. His long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, save for one small flock that would swing to hang in front of his face. He stared at the door waiting.. anxiously for his Commander.
He was not sure what he had done to deserve this honor, or if the Commander had a hidden objective.. which he would not put it past her as she was a woman, and understanding how a woman thought was a mystery far greater then the force.
Nonetheless, he felt this was a lesson he needed. He could easily make due with his lightsabers to deflect most attacks, but what if he was disarmed? ambushed? It was to many what ifs for Sindri's liking. He enjoyed living, and he wanted to keep it that way.
Still.. as he sat in an almost meditative stance, he could not help but feel excited to see the Knight-Commander up close.. and to be able to speak with her. He had seen her from a distance at the funeral.. he had sworn his life and service to her. He told no one that.. but his service was to her.. the Knight-Commander and to the people of the Empire. Perhaps he was blasphemous against the ideals of the Knights to swear his fealty to his Commander first, his People second, and the true Emperor.. in fourth.
He pushed the thoughts aside as he reached up to brush his hair aside as well. He did not wear his helm today, but did put on his fixed and polished armor. His long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, save for one small flock that would swing to hang in front of his face. He stared at the door waiting.. anxiously for his Commander.