Thrawn Emlhat - Training!

[BlueberryPai]

The night air was thick and moist, shrouded with a chilling wind which had enveloped the nearby trees, ruffling their thick mane of leafs. It was such an ordinary, yet beautiful sight, enhanced even more so by the emanating sounds of the empty garden. Ah, yes; The calm, relaxed way the oaken trees swung back and forth, as if reaching toward the blinking stars; the multitude of chirping birds and the annoyingly brash animals, barking and howling at the area’s fake and constructed moon. Such was the botanical gardens, and even the clicks and beeps of the nearby mechanics were nothing more than a part of the whole; a symphony of sights and sounds, woven together to create what life truly was, experience.

The Temple was filled with a variety of wonders, and this was but one of them - A place to gather herbs, walk among nature on this icy planet and foremost, what Thrawn Elmhat was doing; meditate.

Only hours earlier he'd come, having begun with a variety of exercises to then begin his usual meditations, which he'd refined over the years - It was meant to connect him further to the force, allow him to harbor his emotions and truly feel them to the fullest.

Filled with some form of mirth or another, the Apprentice began to accumulate the Force within himself, building it up and readying himself for the use of it. It took time, maybe five minutes or so - Yet, when he felt ready, he couldn't help but want to watch what he was about to do, hence, he opened his eyes and focused intently at his victim. In front of Thrawn was a mediocre plant, which had begun to deteroriate and rot - He'd been watching it for several weeks, and as it had server its purpose, he readied himself to take action, and rid the world of it.

His green eyes opened themself, and, with a steady gaze, he looked upwards and grabbed ahold of the plant itself - Using nothing but what he'd been taught in telekinese; finding that he could manipulate the Force with ease, as long as he'd accumulated it and readied himself for some time beforehand. The plant was lifted from its roots and wrung upwards, to then be thrown aside, as if it was nothing but an afterthought.

His Master should be arriving soon - And Thrawn couldn't help but think that he was expectantly surprised, filled with excitement; He knew very well whom he'd have; and he couldn't say he hadn't hoped for anyone else; it was a perfrect match for his needs.

[OOC]
Just for the future - Since you're the trainer, I'll allow you to minorly Godmod my character in this thread - Like, I attack, you dodge and punch me in the gut, to then go
"Bad boy, u must do diz" *Shows stoopid apprentice*
[OOC]

 

[Mars]

A cool breeze blew through the corridors alongside the unnatural garden inside the Bogan temple, one largely kept alive by plants and even then it was a struggle against the greatest assembly of Dark Side users in the galaxy. Various Acolytes and Crusaders milled through the halls surronding the area as well, on their way to one class or another.

Often while meditating one can sense the force signature of those around them more keenly, and this would tell them the rank. When an acolyte walked by it would take much more focus to notice then that of a Crusader, however when a Master walked by it was obvious. Some potential acolytes had fled the temple upon feeling the ominous presence of a Dark Master.

One such Master strode down the hallways, students clearing out of his way as he did so. He was a human male with striking green eyes and dressed in a peacoat with black pants and Rancor-leather boots. On one hip was his beloved purple-bladed lightsaber and concealed in the small of his back, a compact Verpine shattergun. For this brief return from Hutt space, he also carried a red-bladed Shooto on him as well, also concealed beneth the peacoat but in a padded compartment on the inside of it.

Nathaniel entered the training room where he was told his new student would be residing. In the past he had had trouble keeping students for lengthy periods of time but had gained a great deal of reknown for his skill in the field and for taking a prominent position in the Hutt Army, the Commander of Darksaber. This one would be different, he had a feeling.

Immediatly he noticed that the acolyte had at least a basic grasp on telekinesis as he uprooted and tossed aside a plant from the garden before him. Nathaniel's crisp voice shattered the silence of the garden like that of an ancient mirror.

"Very good, for an Acolyte." He said with a grin. "You are Thrawn, my newest apprentice, yes?"


((OOC: Sorry about the delay, I got inundated with school work and women, high school causes this sometimes =p))