Wodan had somehow in the past few months risen to the point within the Sith Empire that he was now being invited to speak and instruct younger students. If he was honest he was surprised at the invite and continued to stay surprised and confused throughout the entirety of the lesson at hand, granted it was too young Acoylte’s barely given their first blade to swing at, but it still felt unreal that he had gotten to that point.
Wodan holstered his blaster in the shoulder holster and clipped his lightsaber back to his belt as the young classmen shuffled out of the small room behind him. It had seemed to go well, but he wouldn’t be sure until the Headmistress came knocking later in the day. For the meantime he had time to kill, at least an afternoon before the woman’s judgement.
Stepping out of the room he looked both ways down the busy hall of the academy, wondering where the closest smoking area was. The pressure of teaching had been eating away at his nerves and he needed that sweet hit of nicotine. A brown haired Acoylte, older than the rest possible close to graduating, walked by. “Excuse me, which way to the smoking area?” He asked.
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Wodan holstered his blaster in the shoulder holster and clipped his lightsaber back to his belt as the young classmen shuffled out of the small room behind him. It had seemed to go well, but he wouldn’t be sure until the Headmistress came knocking later in the day. For the meantime he had time to kill, at least an afternoon before the woman’s judgement.
Stepping out of the room he looked both ways down the busy hall of the academy, wondering where the closest smoking area was. The pressure of teaching had been eating away at his nerves and he needed that sweet hit of nicotine. A brown haired Acoylte, older than the rest possible close to graduating, walked by. “Excuse me, which way to the smoking area?” He asked.
@Scoobert