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Wo Bon stared awkwardly around the large room he was in. He watched Acolytes years younger than him with training sabers deflect blaster fire from training droids. He glanced down at his own saber. It had a relatively simple hilt with a black grip and a silver activation button. And it was no training device--it was very real. He hadn't let it out of his site in five years. He hoped he would be allowed to keep and use it--it had been his mother's, and he could easily change the green blade to red by replacing the crystal. But he hardly even knew how to use it. He hoped he would be a quick learner--he was seventeen and he couldn't even swing it without coming close to killing himself! Wo Bon checked his watch again. Where was the master that was supposed to be meeting him? He sighed and continued sitting on the hard stone bench, watching the Acolytes train.
Bon appeared totally human at first glance. He was tall for his age, just over six foot, bald with a blue diamond tattooed on his head. He wore a black tunic with shoulder pads, more for style than anything else, attached. He had a dark blue long-sleeved shirt underneath. He had no left sleeve and on his upper left arm was a tattoo of three blue snakes eating each other. His left forearm was bound in black cloth up to his elbow. His pants were simple black leggings and he wore black boots. Around his waist was a dark blue sash. He had pale skin, a neatly-trimmed black goatee, and two small, gold hoop earrings on his left ear. He wore tinted-black goggles over his non-existent eyes, so it was impossible to tell he was Miraluka just by looking at him.
Bon had met an Acolyte by chance on the streets when he'd tried to pick-pocket the Dark Jedi-in-training. Though the Acolyte had almost killed him, he saw potential in Bon when the Miraluka drew his lightsaber (though he was only bluffing; he couldn't actually fight with it). The Dark Jedi had asked if Bon wanted a place where he could belong and survive without having to steal for food, and Bon eagerly said yes. So the Acolyte led him here, told him a master would meet him shortly, and left.
The seventeen-year-old was not evil or even bad at heart. A horrendous misunderstanding when he was twelve had claimed his mother's life and turned Bon against his father. He'd fled home and lived on the streets for five years. In fact, he felt ashamed of all the people he'd conned, seduced and stolen from. He was a little intimidated by the Bogan because he'd always been taught that they were evil. But because his father was a Jedi and he believed his father to be evil, he thought maybe that he'd been told all wrong--maybe the Jedi were the evil ones and the Bogans were the good ones. He was about to find out...
Wo Bon stared awkwardly around the large room he was in. He watched Acolytes years younger than him with training sabers deflect blaster fire from training droids. He glanced down at his own saber. It had a relatively simple hilt with a black grip and a silver activation button. And it was no training device--it was very real. He hadn't let it out of his site in five years. He hoped he would be allowed to keep and use it--it had been his mother's, and he could easily change the green blade to red by replacing the crystal. But he hardly even knew how to use it. He hoped he would be a quick learner--he was seventeen and he couldn't even swing it without coming close to killing himself! Wo Bon checked his watch again. Where was the master that was supposed to be meeting him? He sighed and continued sitting on the hard stone bench, watching the Acolytes train.
Bon appeared totally human at first glance. He was tall for his age, just over six foot, bald with a blue diamond tattooed on his head. He wore a black tunic with shoulder pads, more for style than anything else, attached. He had a dark blue long-sleeved shirt underneath. He had no left sleeve and on his upper left arm was a tattoo of three blue snakes eating each other. His left forearm was bound in black cloth up to his elbow. His pants were simple black leggings and he wore black boots. Around his waist was a dark blue sash. He had pale skin, a neatly-trimmed black goatee, and two small, gold hoop earrings on his left ear. He wore tinted-black goggles over his non-existent eyes, so it was impossible to tell he was Miraluka just by looking at him.
Bon had met an Acolyte by chance on the streets when he'd tried to pick-pocket the Dark Jedi-in-training. Though the Acolyte had almost killed him, he saw potential in Bon when the Miraluka drew his lightsaber (though he was only bluffing; he couldn't actually fight with it). The Dark Jedi had asked if Bon wanted a place where he could belong and survive without having to steal for food, and Bon eagerly said yes. So the Acolyte led him here, told him a master would meet him shortly, and left.
The seventeen-year-old was not evil or even bad at heart. A horrendous misunderstanding when he was twelve had claimed his mother's life and turned Bon against his father. He'd fled home and lived on the streets for five years. In fact, he felt ashamed of all the people he'd conned, seduced and stolen from. He was a little intimidated by the Bogan because he'd always been taught that they were evil. But because his father was a Jedi and he believed his father to be evil, he thought maybe that he'd been told all wrong--maybe the Jedi were the evil ones and the Bogans were the good ones. He was about to find out...
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