Ninjedi
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Marcus walked down the halls of the Sith Academy, Korriban was a desert planet, full of ruins, but sacred for reasons unknown to Ononoe, though he figured he'd know by the end of the training. He knew nothing about his master, and preferred it this way, a way to adapt his abilities, fight a new opponent. He walked, his lightsaber jumping up and down as it hit his side. He had dabbled in the Dark Side, but only dabbled, he had yet to enter any major conflict on the Sith side, though he sought to ready himself.
He assumed the master would be much older than him, that is what he ASSUMED, at least. He also expected treatment in the most vicious manner, that also being what he wanted, to be what every Jedi feared, the bane of their Order. He arrived in the training area in which he was supposed to meet his master, he scanned the room for any sign of the person he was to meet.
He assumed the master would be much older than him, that is what he ASSUMED, at least. He also expected treatment in the most vicious manner, that also being what he wanted, to be what every Jedi feared, the bane of their Order. He arrived in the training area in which he was supposed to meet his master, he scanned the room for any sign of the person he was to meet.