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Arcturus, armored as usual, stepped through the open door of a training room. He didn't bring his sword, only his staff lightsaber, the emitters now enameled with a single ring of Electrum each to mark him as a Darth of the Empire. He took long, smooth strides towards the wall opposite the door, turned back towards the door and, with his arms behind his back, waited for the student eh had agreed to teach to arrive. He was due in six minutes. Arcturus very much hoped he wouldn't be late. That would be disappointing.
Unlike many other acolytes who requested training, this one was 'very' new, having undergone no training whatsoever previously. Arcturus looked forward to seeing what he could do.
(OOC: Short post, but I'm tired as hell and distracted. Subsequent posts should be more impressive.)
Unlike many other acolytes who requested training, this one was 'very' new, having undergone no training whatsoever previously. Arcturus looked forward to seeing what he could do.
(OOC: Short post, but I'm tired as hell and distracted. Subsequent posts should be more impressive.)