The Art of Movement [closed]

[Cap'n Hobbes]

Vance was running for his life as he dodged beams of light, swinging blades and climbed walls. This was his third run through the obstacle course in the temple on Korriban. He was aiming to get it done five times in three minuets or under. The reason he ran was simple enough, it had been drilled into him from the moment he could stand on his feet that running built endurance and if he wanted to be a great shock-boxer like his father, which he did, he needed to do it every day, which he did. Only now however, things were a bit different. Unlike his younger years, now he could use the force and this allowed him to try ever more difficult things, such as the obstacle course made for The Art of Movement.

Vance had wanted to be a shock-boxer ever since he could remember. After watching some of the old holo-vids of his father's fights, ex-champion of the north-west sector of the outer-rim territories, Vance had begged his father to teach him how to box. However, things took an unexpected turn for Vance when it was discovered that he could use the force and was recruited into the Sith Order. He was taken to first to Coruscant, then Korriban to train. Eight years after his sensitivity to the force was found he was still here, still training. He found it irksome that he had to train for so long but, it couldn't be helped. He had seen the differences between an acolyte and a crusader first hand and it was quite astounding to him. In his contemplation as he ran the course he slipped up and finished it in three minuets and one second.

Visibly disgruntled he cursed aloud, "Siths blood! What the kriff was that Vance?"

 

[Cap'n Hobbes]

Vance's cursing drowned in the whirling of machinery. He sighed and took a deep breath before plunging into the fray once more. He kept his eyes open, his mind clear as he dodged random beams of light. Taking a running leap, he caught a rope and soared over a pit of whirling blades. He loved the extra danger, it excited him and fueled his sense that any wrong movement would get him killed. He climbed shifting walls and made his way towards the end. He finished the course in just under his goal and tried to catch his breath. Walking over to a work bench where he kept extra water and towels, he wiped the sweat from his face and quenched his thirst then after cleaning up and turning the machines that ran the course off, he left the training room for his quarters.