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Jakin tossed the gel-like ball against the wall in the training room, its shape chaning whenever it bounced against something. If she concentrated really hard when she threw the ball, it would retain it's spherical shape or - twice - change into a cube. It was just so mindnumbingly boring at the Station inside of this "fun" ship.
Hm... Which strike does this make for Kyle? she wondered absentminedly. She was early for the "Training" she would recieve from him, her "Master". A tight braid hung from the right side of her face, parted away from the rest of her hair. It was one of the parts of her new uniform, including the boots, belt, dark brown Jedi cloak, and tunic she donned. Jakin missed her Piratical clothes, but they had fallen apart to rags soon after she arrived at the Station. Without her tricorn and a much needed use of the refresher, her hair was finally out of her brown eyes, which darted around the room suddenly as name in her voice broke into her head.
Amia Sal-Solo
She whispered the name aloud over and over again, wondering who this woman the name belonged to was.
Hm... Which strike does this make for Kyle? she wondered absentminedly. She was early for the "Training" she would recieve from him, her "Master". A tight braid hung from the right side of her face, parted away from the rest of her hair. It was one of the parts of her new uniform, including the boots, belt, dark brown Jedi cloak, and tunic she donned. Jakin missed her Piratical clothes, but they had fallen apart to rags soon after she arrived at the Station. Without her tricorn and a much needed use of the refresher, her hair was finally out of her brown eyes, which darted around the room suddenly as name in her voice broke into her head.
Amia Sal-Solo
She whispered the name aloud over and over again, wondering who this woman the name belonged to was.