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Korriban. Ancient homeworld to the sith and those who followed their example... To most, no more than a dusty place to learn. However... To Pauru? This was home... More than home, this was opportunity.
The young Acolyte strolled through the halls of the academy, sand colored cloak swishing about against the floor and making a teltale scratching sound. The hood was kept up despite him not being out in the heat... Obscuring most of the young man's visage. What could be seen hinted at a rough upbringing. Tanned skin was tough and taut from sun exposure. Blue eyes held no hint of mirth or friendliness. Just cold arrogance. Worst of all was the smile. Too white teeth, almost like bleached bone, occupied his mouth. All in all, he didnt seem like someone you trod on lightly. And he was walking with a purpose through those stone halls.
Pauru rounded a corner and pressed the panel on the wall, opening a door to one of the many training rooms. He headed inside and shut the door behind him before losing the cloak, only comfortable doing it away from the prying eyes of so many other acolytes. Reaching out with the force, the Acolyte activated one of the training drones and sent it hovering in the air. Awaiting the activation of his lightsaber to begin the session. Red light filled the area with a familiar snap-hiss and Pauru faced off with the droid. Saber held high in the guard position of his chosen form. Waiting... Waiting for a strike...
The young Acolyte strolled through the halls of the academy, sand colored cloak swishing about against the floor and making a teltale scratching sound. The hood was kept up despite him not being out in the heat... Obscuring most of the young man's visage. What could be seen hinted at a rough upbringing. Tanned skin was tough and taut from sun exposure. Blue eyes held no hint of mirth or friendliness. Just cold arrogance. Worst of all was the smile. Too white teeth, almost like bleached bone, occupied his mouth. All in all, he didnt seem like someone you trod on lightly. And he was walking with a purpose through those stone halls.
Pauru rounded a corner and pressed the panel on the wall, opening a door to one of the many training rooms. He headed inside and shut the door behind him before losing the cloak, only comfortable doing it away from the prying eyes of so many other acolytes. Reaching out with the force, the Acolyte activated one of the training drones and sent it hovering in the air. Awaiting the activation of his lightsaber to begin the session. Red light filled the area with a familiar snap-hiss and Pauru faced off with the droid. Saber held high in the guard position of his chosen form. Waiting... Waiting for a strike...