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Saul Perth had been a lot of things. As a boy he'd been something of a troublemaker, sneaking out of the house to explore the lower levels of Coruscant. Then he was discovered, and brought to the Jedi temple, where he took up the role of student. As he finished his training he took to the battlefield in the name of the Jedi and the Alliance, he was a soldier, a warrior. After the fall of Coruscant, he fled to Nar Shaddaa and found work as a bounty hunter. After he made contact with the Rebellion and proved himself, he was tasked with more that fighting, he had to lead, to command. But never before had he attempted to be a teacher, it was something he took very seriously. He noticed that he was actually slightly nervous, which brought a small chuckle out of him. He'd lost count of how many people he'd killed over the years, it must be into the hundreds. After all the wars, all the times he faced death, this made him nervous, another chuckle.
The former Jedi sat on the corner of his bed and looked over the training room for today, his private quarters aboard the Kanaris. While spartan by most standards, consisting of only a bed pushed into a corner, a small nightstand, a simple table with two chairs, a refrigerator, and a heating plate, it was private, which was more than could be said for the vast majority of the other crew housing. A dufflebag sat next to him on the bed with the supplies he needed for his student's first lesson, while the table had been pushed aside for a bit of extra space.
His student was a Duros named Forim Viridux. Forim was signed on with the Kanaris as a pilot, although Saul had experience with him on the ground as well. He was crucial in developing a plan to capture a small fleet of the scattered Durosian Navy which had turned to piracy. When things got hectic on the flagship, Forim kept his head on straight and saw the mission through to completion, and even put himself at greater risk when he suggested one of his team who was not as able in combat as he was to stay back and keep safe, despite already bad odds. Most importantly, he had the spark of Force sensitivity within him. However, if that spark was to ever grow, he'd need training, training which began today.
The former Jedi sat on the corner of his bed and looked over the training room for today, his private quarters aboard the Kanaris. While spartan by most standards, consisting of only a bed pushed into a corner, a small nightstand, a simple table with two chairs, a refrigerator, and a heating plate, it was private, which was more than could be said for the vast majority of the other crew housing. A dufflebag sat next to him on the bed with the supplies he needed for his student's first lesson, while the table had been pushed aside for a bit of extra space.
His student was a Duros named Forim Viridux. Forim was signed on with the Kanaris as a pilot, although Saul had experience with him on the ground as well. He was crucial in developing a plan to capture a small fleet of the scattered Durosian Navy which had turned to piracy. When things got hectic on the flagship, Forim kept his head on straight and saw the mission through to completion, and even put himself at greater risk when he suggested one of his team who was not as able in combat as he was to stay back and keep safe, despite already bad odds. Most importantly, he had the spark of Force sensitivity within him. However, if that spark was to ever grow, he'd need training, training which began today.