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@Lucia Rose
Another Ziostian night, wait, it was night wasn’t it? Alexander pulled his personal datapad from the inner left pocket of his jacket and checked the local time. 19:33 Yep, technically night. Not that it really mattered when the Sith Academy was located deep underground, far from the bone chilling wastes above. Residents at the academy were essentially free to live by whatever schedule they desired, there was never truly a time of designated rest only the times of specific classes. With a light sigh the pocket-sized datapad was returned to Alexander’s inner jacket pocket, then with a faint grunt he pushed himself out of the chair he was resting in. He needed something to occupy his mind while still allowing it to rest.
As he thought on the subject Alexander paced about his quarters, habitually stroking his beard with his right hand and propping up his right elbow with his left. He was dressed in a custom set of grey insulated light military combat/training apparel, which was modified with a ring of dark-grey fur around the collar and patches of dark-gray synth-leather reinforcing the joints and common areas of wear and tear. The symbol of the Sith was marked upon the back of his jacket, which was overlaying the symbol of the Imperial Armed Forces. His room was meager and bland, the standard temporary quarters given to Acolytes but without any personal touches applied to them. Alex wasn’t really one to decorate. The matte black hilt of his lightsaber rested at his right waist, as did a small rectangular box located a little further towards the front of his right waist.
If he tried to read through another holo-manual today he’d probably get a headache from the eyestrain, and he didn’t want to overtax himself attempting another focus exercise. He needed something else, something more reactional and situational. Alexander’s pondering gaze widened slightly as an idea popped into his head. If he wanted something reactive or situational then why not practice his ability to read people rather than documents. Yes, that’s what he would do to occupy himself, but first an added precaution. Alexander grabbed his holstered K938 Blaster Pistol, or ‘Canine’ as most like to call it, from its biometrically sealed case and attached it to the outside of his left thigh. One can never be too careful. After slipping the case back into a drawer of his desk Alexander proceeded to lock up and wander through the chilly academy halls in search of a suitable “test subject”.
Another Ziostian night, wait, it was night wasn’t it? Alexander pulled his personal datapad from the inner left pocket of his jacket and checked the local time. 19:33 Yep, technically night. Not that it really mattered when the Sith Academy was located deep underground, far from the bone chilling wastes above. Residents at the academy were essentially free to live by whatever schedule they desired, there was never truly a time of designated rest only the times of specific classes. With a light sigh the pocket-sized datapad was returned to Alexander’s inner jacket pocket, then with a faint grunt he pushed himself out of the chair he was resting in. He needed something to occupy his mind while still allowing it to rest.
As he thought on the subject Alexander paced about his quarters, habitually stroking his beard with his right hand and propping up his right elbow with his left. He was dressed in a custom set of grey insulated light military combat/training apparel, which was modified with a ring of dark-grey fur around the collar and patches of dark-gray synth-leather reinforcing the joints and common areas of wear and tear. The symbol of the Sith was marked upon the back of his jacket, which was overlaying the symbol of the Imperial Armed Forces. His room was meager and bland, the standard temporary quarters given to Acolytes but without any personal touches applied to them. Alex wasn’t really one to decorate. The matte black hilt of his lightsaber rested at his right waist, as did a small rectangular box located a little further towards the front of his right waist.
If he tried to read through another holo-manual today he’d probably get a headache from the eyestrain, and he didn’t want to overtax himself attempting another focus exercise. He needed something else, something more reactional and situational. Alexander’s pondering gaze widened slightly as an idea popped into his head. If he wanted something reactive or situational then why not practice his ability to read people rather than documents. Yes, that’s what he would do to occupy himself, but first an added precaution. Alexander grabbed his holstered K938 Blaster Pistol, or ‘Canine’ as most like to call it, from its biometrically sealed case and attached it to the outside of his left thigh. One can never be too careful. After slipping the case back into a drawer of his desk Alexander proceeded to lock up and wander through the chilly academy halls in search of a suitable “test subject”.