Anomalie
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He stepped forward quietly, his boots barely making a noise on the stone of the floor. Arrik had kept himself relatively quiet, a much older apprentice than most who came into the temple. Arrik hadn't always been am old apprentice, wandering the Galaxy taking job after job to hopefully pay for transport to Voss...a planet that many claimed housed the Silver Sanctum Coalition. A place he knew he could be safe.
It took almost two years for him to save the credits, making him now a man at eighteen years and of age. He dreaded entering the temple and requesting that he be trained again...he wasn't a padawan. But he was no knight either. His limit in the seven main styles of the saber were decent at best, and his force abilities were at the same level. No where near as strong as he should be.
He sighed as he continued walking, looking around at the temples grand walls and structures. The cloak over his right arm hid his saber from view, but today he had no need to hide his identity. The cloak was tossed back, saber displayed on his hip proudly.
The young man was tentative, his steps slow and cautious as he entered. He didn't know a soul in this place, save for a woman who told him of it once, but with all those walking around it would be impossible to seek her out. For a while, Arrik just stood there, not really knowing where to go or what to do next.
He figured he would gain a basic understanding of how it all would work if he sat back and watched for a while. The young man took a seat on a worn bench, slouching into the old metal. It was nice to just sit and relax, view like minded individuals at work. After a bit, he was sure to figure something out...right?
It took almost two years for him to save the credits, making him now a man at eighteen years and of age. He dreaded entering the temple and requesting that he be trained again...he wasn't a padawan. But he was no knight either. His limit in the seven main styles of the saber were decent at best, and his force abilities were at the same level. No where near as strong as he should be.
He sighed as he continued walking, looking around at the temples grand walls and structures. The cloak over his right arm hid his saber from view, but today he had no need to hide his identity. The cloak was tossed back, saber displayed on his hip proudly.
The young man was tentative, his steps slow and cautious as he entered. He didn't know a soul in this place, save for a woman who told him of it once, but with all those walking around it would be impossible to seek her out. For a while, Arrik just stood there, not really knowing where to go or what to do next.
He figured he would gain a basic understanding of how it all would work if he sat back and watched for a while. The young man took a seat on a worn bench, slouching into the old metal. It was nice to just sit and relax, view like minded individuals at work. After a bit, he was sure to figure something out...right?
