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Kneeling on the soft grassy patch next to one of the larger pools in the Jedi Temple's Room of a Thousand Fountains, an obsidian scaled Barabel rested with his eyes closed, head bowed down in deep concentration. After having spent an evening out in one of the seedier parts of Coruscant, the reptilian Jedi had decided to push the strange mass suicide the humans and other sentients seemed to enjoy away and get back to focusing on his training. Raynor had been training with his master, Knight Cnile, for a few weeks now and had found the experience more helpful (and frustrating) than he had ever thought it could be. Under her, Raynor had gained a better understanding of the Force and could even meditate without being overwhelmed by his negative emotions.
Letting out a sigh of contentment, Raynor quickly pushed himself up onto his feet and grabbed the cloak and sheathed cortosis-weave vibrosword that had been laying on the ground next to him. Pulling on the cloak and affixing the sword to the magnetic plate sewn into the robes on his back, Raynor began to move out of the Room and headed deeper into the Temple back towards the apartment he shared with his master. Having a weapon on his person gave the reptilian Jedi a sense of comfort, and until he received a training saber the sword would have to do. Grinning, the youthful Barabel wondered to himself if he'd be able to cajole his master into finally letting him try some sparring before ducking through a side corridor that contained a short cut to other parts of the Temple.
Letting out a sigh of contentment, Raynor quickly pushed himself up onto his feet and grabbed the cloak and sheathed cortosis-weave vibrosword that had been laying on the ground next to him. Pulling on the cloak and affixing the sword to the magnetic plate sewn into the robes on his back, Raynor began to move out of the Room and headed deeper into the Temple back towards the apartment he shared with his master. Having a weapon on his person gave the reptilian Jedi a sense of comfort, and until he received a training saber the sword would have to do. Grinning, the youthful Barabel wondered to himself if he'd be able to cajole his master into finally letting him try some sparring before ducking through a side corridor that contained a short cut to other parts of the Temple.