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Ahh... The sun rises over the Temple, and another day of Jedi training awaits me... It's a miracle my body continues to grow stronger, even as it is deprived of sleep...
Tarak Sorvyn was staring at the cieling. His eyes were underlined with deep shadows, results of his insomnia. The rising sun slowly crept through his window, which was unshuttered from the night before, when he stared outside and pondered at the neverending stream of air traffic and the constant movement of life, visible even from his quarters at the temple.
It was the young learner's third consecutive day without sleep. The Force saw fit to keep his body going, as well as his mind, although Tarak couldn't determine the reason. If it weren't for his nightly visions, he wouldn't have an issue with this. As it was...
Ah, the day comes... Well, I suppose we'll have to continue our little... Chat... Tonight... Have fun with the other younglings...
The demon was reclining against the window, the sunrise bringing it's sickly green flesh into relief, shadows playing across it's hide as small cracks and scars cast them. Just as it's body began to blur, to fade away under the light of the sun, it turned it's head to face Tarak, it's skeletal features remaining sharp until the entire beast was scattered, retreating into the boys mind until nightfall would come again.
"Again and again, demon... Until you're driven out, I'll bear your presence in silence... Just as I always have..." Tarak thought, turning and placing his bare feet on the ground, before rising and gathering his robes. If they were good for anything, they warmed his body after the cold shakes that gripped him after each of the demon's visits.
Once he was dressed, Tarak grabbed his training saber, a simple silver cylinder that would would emit a vibrant yellow blade with the touch of a button, and hung it from his belt. Equipped for the day, he left his quarters, making his way to his classes.
Tarak was in his last class of the day, and his lightsaber was in his hand, and his upper tunic had been removed and set against a wall. He'd just finished his second sparring match, and he was getting overheated.
I should be fine in another minute... Tarak thought, sighing and leaning back, closing his eyes for a moment and letting himself cool down. He was roused a minute later by the instructor.
"Tarak, you up for another round?"
"Yessir." He replied, snapping his head up and standing quickly. He expected another initiate to be his opponent, but he saw none. Instead, the human instructor took a training saber from another student and activated it, the strong blue blade bursting to life.
Well... There is less to be gained from sparring with initiates who're that much younger than me... He thought, stepping forward and activating his lightsaber, bringing the blade up in a two-handed guard. He met the gaze of the instructor and waited.
A moment later, Tarak was raising his lightsaber to block an overhead blow. Instead of simply pushing against the instructor, he stepped out to his right and let the lightsabers slide apart. He pivoted around the instructors back, planting his left foot behind the mans right leg, grabbing the back of his tunic and pulling him off balance, before holding his lightsaber across his chest.
That's it Tarak... Show no mercy... Cut him down! The demon snarled, speaking into Tarak's mind. Tar winced and deactivated his lightsaber, quickly stepping away and shaking his head, pressing his free hand to his eyes and breathing heavily.
"Excellent, Tarak... Are you alright?" The instructor said, straightening his tunic and deactivating his lightsaber.
"Uh... Yessir, just the heat..." Tarak muttered, pulling his hair out of his face and blinking a few times to clear his vision.
I'm disappointed in you, Tarak... Your weakness is what allowed the thugs to take you on Nar Shaddaa...
Tarak sighed and clipped his lightsaber to his belt again, before bowing and excusing himself. The instructor nodded and waved him off, before turning to address the class.
Tarak grabbed his tunic and made his way to the dining area. Maybe I'll find some peace of mind there... He thought, pulling on his tunic as he walked.
A few minutes later, Tarak was brooding over some beverage or another, staring into the opaque depths and wondering if Knights got better food.
Tarak Sorvyn was staring at the cieling. His eyes were underlined with deep shadows, results of his insomnia. The rising sun slowly crept through his window, which was unshuttered from the night before, when he stared outside and pondered at the neverending stream of air traffic and the constant movement of life, visible even from his quarters at the temple.
It was the young learner's third consecutive day without sleep. The Force saw fit to keep his body going, as well as his mind, although Tarak couldn't determine the reason. If it weren't for his nightly visions, he wouldn't have an issue with this. As it was...
Ah, the day comes... Well, I suppose we'll have to continue our little... Chat... Tonight... Have fun with the other younglings...
The demon was reclining against the window, the sunrise bringing it's sickly green flesh into relief, shadows playing across it's hide as small cracks and scars cast them. Just as it's body began to blur, to fade away under the light of the sun, it turned it's head to face Tarak, it's skeletal features remaining sharp until the entire beast was scattered, retreating into the boys mind until nightfall would come again.
"Again and again, demon... Until you're driven out, I'll bear your presence in silence... Just as I always have..." Tarak thought, turning and placing his bare feet on the ground, before rising and gathering his robes. If they were good for anything, they warmed his body after the cold shakes that gripped him after each of the demon's visits.
Once he was dressed, Tarak grabbed his training saber, a simple silver cylinder that would would emit a vibrant yellow blade with the touch of a button, and hung it from his belt. Equipped for the day, he left his quarters, making his way to his classes.
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Tarak was in his last class of the day, and his lightsaber was in his hand, and his upper tunic had been removed and set against a wall. He'd just finished his second sparring match, and he was getting overheated.
I should be fine in another minute... Tarak thought, sighing and leaning back, closing his eyes for a moment and letting himself cool down. He was roused a minute later by the instructor.
"Tarak, you up for another round?"
"Yessir." He replied, snapping his head up and standing quickly. He expected another initiate to be his opponent, but he saw none. Instead, the human instructor took a training saber from another student and activated it, the strong blue blade bursting to life.
Well... There is less to be gained from sparring with initiates who're that much younger than me... He thought, stepping forward and activating his lightsaber, bringing the blade up in a two-handed guard. He met the gaze of the instructor and waited.
A moment later, Tarak was raising his lightsaber to block an overhead blow. Instead of simply pushing against the instructor, he stepped out to his right and let the lightsabers slide apart. He pivoted around the instructors back, planting his left foot behind the mans right leg, grabbing the back of his tunic and pulling him off balance, before holding his lightsaber across his chest.
That's it Tarak... Show no mercy... Cut him down! The demon snarled, speaking into Tarak's mind. Tar winced and deactivated his lightsaber, quickly stepping away and shaking his head, pressing his free hand to his eyes and breathing heavily.
"Excellent, Tarak... Are you alright?" The instructor said, straightening his tunic and deactivating his lightsaber.
"Uh... Yessir, just the heat..." Tarak muttered, pulling his hair out of his face and blinking a few times to clear his vision.
I'm disappointed in you, Tarak... Your weakness is what allowed the thugs to take you on Nar Shaddaa...
Tarak sighed and clipped his lightsaber to his belt again, before bowing and excusing himself. The instructor nodded and waved him off, before turning to address the class.
Tarak grabbed his tunic and made his way to the dining area. Maybe I'll find some peace of mind there... He thought, pulling on his tunic as he walked.
A few minutes later, Tarak was brooding over some beverage or another, staring into the opaque depths and wondering if Knights got better food.