Duel Training, Group 5

[Kit]

(Tyrus, Jarak, Zark)

A special training area had been set aside on The Will of the Force, a large open space specifically for the purposes of the training that the Battlemaster himself was preparing.

Three hand picked students, pulled from a larger group for specific training in the art of duelling.

The floors were slightly padded, racks of training weapons tucked away in one corner, as well as a collection of eclectic objects, each of which had been gathered by Augustus today, for this precise training session.

All that remained was for the students to arrive.

 

[Radiant Eclipse]

Zark trotted with uncertainty as he maneuvered into an area of the massive flagship that was new to him. He was heading to the special training area designated for this special training that he had been chosen for. The Zabrak youth mentally revisited the directions he had been given. If he had followed them correctly, he would need to pass through...

"These doors."

He gently slid his hand along the cool steel of the door frame, which gave way with a gentle whoosh as the door was swallowed away into either side.

Zark stepped through and stared ahead. He would need to navigate this last corridor to find the Battlemaster. He took in a deep breath before holding it for a few moments. It was time to focus on what his new master had recently taught him.

He closed his eyes and focused on 'opening' himself. It started small at first, with a heightened perception to the air passing him and its chill effect to touch. After that, a calling he can only describe as a chorus of whispers rose up, flooding all that he felt. He was feeling the Force and all its ways.

While he had his chance, he was going to practice sensing through the Force. He hoped it would work...

Zark stumbled along the corridor exactly as a Padawan inexperienced with sensing would; that is, with his arms waving gently in front of him for fear of his extra sense failing him. He turned as the sensations pulled to his right, bending with the hallway as it snaked towards the final chamber. From there it was a straight shot to his destination.

He opened his eyes as the last obstacle (the sliding doors) before him gave way. The view opened up into the large training area that Battlemaster Leonus had arranged. It appeared Zark was second in arrival only to the master himself.

The Zabrak trotted down the stairs at a hurried pace, eager to meet the master personally as well as to begin the training. He stopped a few paces short of Augustus before bringing his hands behind his back and bowing.

"Battlemaster Leonus, I am Zark Nosa."