Cyril Khan
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Never had a better planet been created than Coruscant. The crowds where a double edge sword for the mighty. One could blend in with the many scurrying about their duties. All the surrounding people allowed a prey to move unnoticed and grow stronger. What also made the crowds so wonderful was their constant supply of strength. While many pathetic fools lingered about and gave no help to the truly powerful, many wise and noble teachers filled the magnificent metal streets.
One particular wise and noble teacher taught a simple martial arts class in the lower levels of Coruscant. The class happened to be a style He enjoyed and one He had already familiarized Himself with. However, there was little harm in trying it the orthodox way. With the multiple conflicts over the control of the planet, there was no reason to do it that way. Thus, the weeks of classes continued and He moved His way closer to top student. He knew as time passed that this master was one of the best sources of information than anywhere else. Once He had this man's knowledge, He would be one step closer to ultimate power. He was getting impatient, though. It would take Him too long to learn the conventional way.
The class that day started as it always had. The teacher took one side of the small room while the students took the other. The head student would call the class to attention and they all would bow to each other. He disliked this part the most; He never belittled himself. In His mind, only the master on the far side was greater. It would not be so for long. This night He would master the art he had trained for years on. And thus the class began; the teacher began to lead everyone through the stretches, not knowing the future.
One particular wise and noble teacher taught a simple martial arts class in the lower levels of Coruscant. The class happened to be a style He enjoyed and one He had already familiarized Himself with. However, there was little harm in trying it the orthodox way. With the multiple conflicts over the control of the planet, there was no reason to do it that way. Thus, the weeks of classes continued and He moved His way closer to top student. He knew as time passed that this master was one of the best sources of information than anywhere else. Once He had this man's knowledge, He would be one step closer to ultimate power. He was getting impatient, though. It would take Him too long to learn the conventional way.
The class that day started as it always had. The teacher took one side of the small room while the students took the other. The head student would call the class to attention and they all would bow to each other. He disliked this part the most; He never belittled himself. In His mind, only the master on the far side was greater. It would not be so for long. This night He would master the art he had trained for years on. And thus the class began; the teacher began to lead everyone through the stretches, not knowing the future.