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The stronghold was relatively quiet, beautifully serene even, the sunlight pouring down on it like a blessing from the living force itself. People going about their daily business like it were just another day, training, teaching, even sleeping. For Gren however, an Initiate currently speed walking down the halls, it was the farthest thing from just another day. Not every day someone had an appointment with a General, much less a Jedi General.
She was late, a quick glance at a passing clock confirming that she was even more late than she'd thought. Huffing with effort, she stepped up her pace even more, almost running now, clumping heavily on the aged wood floors with her heavy strides. She was keenly aware of the curious looks she was drawing, each gaze piercing her armored hide like a spear, a hundred times more effective than a Sith's lightsaber. Blushing a strange shade of red, Gren hunkered down a bit and fixed her gaze forward as she continued along, sighing with relief as she finally caught sight of her destination. Gren came to a screeching halt outside of the Jedi General's office, drawing a raised eyebrow from the secretary sitting in a desk out front. Gren offered up a sheepish smile as she stepped forward, bowing her head briefly before speaking. "This One is Initiate Gren, She was summoned to the office of General Pelora at this time."
The secretary, a human female of respectable age, stared up levelly at the young Barabel for a moment, eyebrow still raised before looking down at her datapad. She tapped it a few times, pulling up a schedule and looking it over before returning her gaze to Gren, eyebrow raising even higher than before. Gren gulped as the woman pointedly tapped a clock sitting on her desk, turning it so Gren could more easily see its face.
"Initiate Gren, you were due four minutes ago and," The woman paused to look up and down Gren's towering figure, "You seem a bit....encumbered for this meeting."
Gren froze as she too looked down on herself, gulping at the battle worn armor very visible underneath her cloak. Even more visible were the recent nicks and dings and assembled weaponry dangling at her waist. Gren hissed softly as she panicked inwardly at the sight of her combat gear. She was just so used to carrying it around that she'd simply taken off without a thought upon realizing that she was late. Gren stammered helplessly as she met the secretaries gaze, "...Th...This..This One was involved in an incident down in the crystal caves, Sith, She was busy helping to defeat them and She lost track of time." Gren finished off with a weak smile, which wilted instantly under the glare it met. Rolling her eyes, the woman pointed at the door behind her dismissively, " Go in, he's waiting, and take moment to collect yourself, I can still feel the battle lust on you."
Gren blinked a few times before hesitantly bowing her head and stepping around to the door. As suggested, she took a moment to take several deep breathes and look inwards. To her surprise. there was indeed still a coil of tension and power in her stomach, simmering slightly from recent events. Trying in vain to dispel it, Gren eventually shrugged and pulled her cloak about her tightly to hide her armor and weapons as best she could, thankful that she'd at least taken the helmet off. Then, under the iron gaze of the secretary, Gren opened the door and stepped inside.
She was late, a quick glance at a passing clock confirming that she was even more late than she'd thought. Huffing with effort, she stepped up her pace even more, almost running now, clumping heavily on the aged wood floors with her heavy strides. She was keenly aware of the curious looks she was drawing, each gaze piercing her armored hide like a spear, a hundred times more effective than a Sith's lightsaber. Blushing a strange shade of red, Gren hunkered down a bit and fixed her gaze forward as she continued along, sighing with relief as she finally caught sight of her destination. Gren came to a screeching halt outside of the Jedi General's office, drawing a raised eyebrow from the secretary sitting in a desk out front. Gren offered up a sheepish smile as she stepped forward, bowing her head briefly before speaking. "This One is Initiate Gren, She was summoned to the office of General Pelora at this time."
The secretary, a human female of respectable age, stared up levelly at the young Barabel for a moment, eyebrow still raised before looking down at her datapad. She tapped it a few times, pulling up a schedule and looking it over before returning her gaze to Gren, eyebrow raising even higher than before. Gren gulped as the woman pointedly tapped a clock sitting on her desk, turning it so Gren could more easily see its face.
"Initiate Gren, you were due four minutes ago and," The woman paused to look up and down Gren's towering figure, "You seem a bit....encumbered for this meeting."
Gren froze as she too looked down on herself, gulping at the battle worn armor very visible underneath her cloak. Even more visible were the recent nicks and dings and assembled weaponry dangling at her waist. Gren hissed softly as she panicked inwardly at the sight of her combat gear. She was just so used to carrying it around that she'd simply taken off without a thought upon realizing that she was late. Gren stammered helplessly as she met the secretaries gaze, "...Th...This..This One was involved in an incident down in the crystal caves, Sith, She was busy helping to defeat them and She lost track of time." Gren finished off with a weak smile, which wilted instantly under the glare it met. Rolling her eyes, the woman pointed at the door behind her dismissively, " Go in, he's waiting, and take moment to collect yourself, I can still feel the battle lust on you."
Gren blinked a few times before hesitantly bowing her head and stepping around to the door. As suggested, she took a moment to take several deep breathes and look inwards. To her surprise. there was indeed still a coil of tension and power in her stomach, simmering slightly from recent events. Trying in vain to dispel it, Gren eventually shrugged and pulled her cloak about her tightly to hide her armor and weapons as best she could, thankful that she'd at least taken the helmet off. Then, under the iron gaze of the secretary, Gren opened the door and stepped inside.