Jas Torvanis was breathing heavily. For the past two and a half hours, he'd been within one of the private saber training facilities, honing his abilities against one of the new training remotes. The small spherical droid was armed only with a low powered blaster. While certainly not lethal to even a boy his age, missed deflections were certainly an unpleasant experience.
The remote moved swiftly to the left, a tell-tale sign that it was readying to attack yet again, but Jas was ready for it. As the red flash of a blaster bolt seared through the air toward the young Jedi, Jas struck out with his training saber. The collision of red and green beams flashed brightly, the blaster bolt deflecting to the right, leaving a singe in the wall.
Two more red bursts of energy emerged from the remote, the young hopeful again moving to deflect the bolts of energy. The sound of raw energy colliding with energy cracked through the air as the second bolt seared high against the ceiling. Jas however had grown weary of his hours of training, the fatigue finally taking it's tole.
The third blaster bolt collided with his chest, burning his simple robe and sending a sharp jolt of pain throughout his body. The young hopeful finally collapsed to a knee from both exhaustion and pain, having pushed himself to the limit already. Had the remote been an opponent, he'd be dead right now.
I have to improve more, most of my friends have already been chosen by Knights, he thought to himself bitterly. He fumbled with the remote's controls, deactivating the droid before it could resume it's training program before he was ready.
With a groan, Jas stood wearily. The burn in his chest, one among many burn marks across his body acquired from training, throbbed painfully. He figured he had enough training for the day, and headed to the door of the training facility, sliding the door open. He wondered where he would head now? Perhaps he would simply return to his bunk and rest..
The remote moved swiftly to the left, a tell-tale sign that it was readying to attack yet again, but Jas was ready for it. As the red flash of a blaster bolt seared through the air toward the young Jedi, Jas struck out with his training saber. The collision of red and green beams flashed brightly, the blaster bolt deflecting to the right, leaving a singe in the wall.
Two more red bursts of energy emerged from the remote, the young hopeful again moving to deflect the bolts of energy. The sound of raw energy colliding with energy cracked through the air as the second bolt seared high against the ceiling. Jas however had grown weary of his hours of training, the fatigue finally taking it's tole.
The third blaster bolt collided with his chest, burning his simple robe and sending a sharp jolt of pain throughout his body. The young hopeful finally collapsed to a knee from both exhaustion and pain, having pushed himself to the limit already. Had the remote been an opponent, he'd be dead right now.
I have to improve more, most of my friends have already been chosen by Knights, he thought to himself bitterly. He fumbled with the remote's controls, deactivating the droid before it could resume it's training program before he was ready.
With a groan, Jas stood wearily. The burn in his chest, one among many burn marks across his body acquired from training, throbbed painfully. He figured he had enough training for the day, and headed to the door of the training facility, sliding the door open. He wondered where he would head now? Perhaps he would simply return to his bunk and rest..
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