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Commander Saul Perth was dressed in his civilian clothes, leaning casually against a scuffed durasteel wall as he waited for his student, Forim Veridux. In the chaotic tides of war, he never knew when he'd be pulled away from Forim, so in the slight bit of downtime they had traveling through hyperspace aboard the Dauntless, Saul was determined to start Forim onto a higher level of training which he could practice on his own.
The room in which he waited was a decently sized, yet almost empty, storage hold. What few crates remained had been stacked out of the way against the far wall. A simple dufflebag sat at his feet, containing all that he had planned to use for the lesson today. Although he was admittedly lacking in the skill, Saul could sense someone with a much higher than average Force sensitivity approaching. Saul cleared his throat and stood straight as the durasteel door hissed slightly and slid open.
The room in which he waited was a decently sized, yet almost empty, storage hold. What few crates remained had been stacked out of the way against the far wall. A simple dufflebag sat at his feet, containing all that he had planned to use for the lesson today. Although he was admittedly lacking in the skill, Saul could sense someone with a much higher than average Force sensitivity approaching. Saul cleared his throat and stood straight as the durasteel door hissed slightly and slid open.