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*The eager eyes of the Jedi Master stood patiently in wait before a view screen, simply waiting for the arrival of his Former Master. Trained first with a form of Jedi standardised Shadourian. Then later continued his teachings under the watchfull eye of this man, Uric Kressh.
He watched as balls of molten rock crashed down upon the control arms and other places of the bunker he had been ordered to. It was the first fight of the grand tournament. Why they had chosen a place so rittled with. well, this place definatley held the darkside within it. The lava, the unending showers of molten rock. The barren climate. Perfect for tapping into Riekon.
The console before him beeped and buzzed alerting him of the arrival of the Jedi Grandmaster. Long hair danced within the wind followed by a cloak of black as he quickly made his way to the landing pad to meet his Master. Tweeto was already there, ready to greet Uric in case Trillan decided not to, though the presence of his Master put the little astromech at ease with teh harsh enviroment, feeling safe within the watchfull eye of his Master. Trillan wouldnt let anythign happen to him. Though he had a Tournament Match to win. and he would do so at all costs.
The Ship set down. And Uric was greeted by the image of Trillan pacing towards the boarding ramp of his ship, obviously eager to begin*
"It has been too long, My Master"
He watched as balls of molten rock crashed down upon the control arms and other places of the bunker he had been ordered to. It was the first fight of the grand tournament. Why they had chosen a place so rittled with. well, this place definatley held the darkside within it. The lava, the unending showers of molten rock. The barren climate. Perfect for tapping into Riekon.
The console before him beeped and buzzed alerting him of the arrival of the Jedi Grandmaster. Long hair danced within the wind followed by a cloak of black as he quickly made his way to the landing pad to meet his Master. Tweeto was already there, ready to greet Uric in case Trillan decided not to, though the presence of his Master put the little astromech at ease with teh harsh enviroment, feeling safe within the watchfull eye of his Master. Trillan wouldnt let anythign happen to him. Though he had a Tournament Match to win. and he would do so at all costs.
The Ship set down. And Uric was greeted by the image of Trillan pacing towards the boarding ramp of his ship, obviously eager to begin*
"It has been too long, My Master"