At Dusk We Wake

[Senji Selah]

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[SIZE=9pt]In the distance, the far away horizon, the twin suns that blessed Ossus with warmth and long days were slowly setting, dusk approaching fast as a waltz of red, orange and perhaps even purple colors vibrantly dominated the lower part of the skyline. All of them reflecting off the large temple that made up the Jedi Academy, while other parts from the fluorescent sun seeped through the windows that were seen every now and then, decorating the temple. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]A strobe of the wonderfully colored red light fell through one of these large windows and landed peacefully within a large training room on the third floor of the academy. Within the colorful glow, a man sat on the floor in what would to many appear as a meditation stance, sitting on his shins with the lower part of his back resting on his feet. He was shrouded in a dark robe with silver trimmings, appearing almost as a sudden shadow that consumed the life giving light that flowed through the large windows.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]His frame was muscular, well built. Something that could even been seen behind the obscuring robes of his. He was wearing dark loose trousers fitted him in order to allow effortless movement, accompanied by knee tall dark leather boots that made this theme of dark colors continue. Something that was very noticeable to his appearance however would be the odd durasteel mask that covered his face from the very bottom of his chin to the top of his forehead, the entirety of the mask decorated with curves and symbols along what would have been the jaw, cheekbones and nose. The mask seemed cold, emotionless and perhaps even menacing, its silver like surface only broken by holes for the eyes and nose, a few slits seen by the mouth as well to allow for breathing and talking.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The thirty one year old man was known by two names to those at the academy. Those who had stayed there the longest, knew him simply as Senji Selah. The child who had been left at the academy at the age of one by his father; a Jedi knight that went by the title The Dark Man. Senji had taken many of his father’s philosophies to him, even though he had only met him once. Admiring him and some suspected that in a tribute to both his father and the philosophies Senji followed, he had for the last ten years or so, been going by the title Unsung, the name most of those who visited the library knew him by. After all, he was mainly acting as a librarian as he had no master, having been a Padawan despite his age due to his belief that he needed a master to guide him to knighthood. Otherwise, it would not be a true accomplishment, he had argued.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Only recently an old master by the name of [member="Lan Graendal"] had taken him as his padawan, he was however very busy and was finishing up an important task on the other side of the galaxy. Of course Senji was very glad for this process that had finally happened, but he knew just as well as everyone else, that it was wise to learn from multiple sources. He had studied in the library for a long time and attended some communal classes every now and then throughout the years, preferring to work alone. Nevertheless, this was certainly a big step for him; he hadn’t reached out to knights or masters for a long time due to the fears his former master had put him in, a longer story that to his meditating mind seemed irrelevant. Only a few days ago he had put up a notice regarding a lesson and luckily for him [member="Ryan Korr"] had accepted the request and wanted to partake in the training.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]So there he was, waiting patiently for the Knight in the large training room as the sun set behind him miles away from the window. Suddenly a pulse, a shiver in the force emanated through his bones, yes, someone was close. A hand slowly went to adjust the curved hilt lightsaber that was clipped to his thick leather belt, merely a reflex. [/SIZE]

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

The click-click of brown heels sounded in the silent training room as a man entered, short compared to the blonde giant Marcello, but tall by any other standard. He wore a simple cream colored tabard, a brown shirt underneath. The newcomer halted near the window Hues of the sunset bathed his face, illuminating a scar just under his eye and hair which shone in the sun's dying light like blood-red flames.

At a guess, one might put the man in his late twenties. It would be five years off. Battle and loss had done more to age him than time ever could. There were some things that the clock could never heal.

Gray eyes the color of distant storms studied [member="Senji Selah"] with a stern gaze that missed little and gave nothing.

"Black apparel and a silver mask alone would have gained you enough scrutiny," the man spoke plainly, voice neither here nor there, but full of the gravel of belief, as though one might tell just from his words that he believed in things like blood and grit. That he had lived them. "But reaching for your saber at my approach? You have interesting habits, Senji Selah."

Ryan Korr was not an easygoing man. Childhood had been stripped from him by the cruel hands of Sith. When he reached out for toys, they came back covered in scarlet. Jaded did not nearly describe him, but it was as solid a start as any. He did not necessarily accuse the man, whose age ironically made him Korr's elder, though elder in age only. The tone was, however, stern.

I've lost enough friends to traitors in our midst. I have no wish to train another.

 

[Senji Selah]

The soft sound of cloth moving was heard as Senji raised himself with only his legs, standing and turning to look towards Ryan, his features unseen behind the menace of the mask. “It’s good to finally meet you, Knight Korr.” Senji replied in his deep and formal voice, a hint of kindness felt in it. “I’m certain the force cares little for one’s appearance and you see.” He said, not a single expression seen on his durasteel face as he titled his head to look down towards his saber: “It doesn’t sit quite well. I’ll have the clip fixed soon.”

Senji had to admit that Korr was everything he had expected the man to be. Not old, yet his tough surface was one Senji could come to respect. His battle-hardened mind was what had probably given him the rank of Knight. Certainly, there was much to learn from this man. And he could probably learn something from Senji as well, after all, even the lesser of people could hold wisdom within.

Senji had to admit, he had before been given cold glances due to his appearance, an appearance that to some who had never met a Sith could mistake it as. But even though his look and attitude could seem menacing and cold when he didn’t speak, a certain majestic feature to it remained as he stood with straight back, his gaze forward and speculatively. He was anything, but a sith. Far from ever becoming such a thing despite his dangerous tightrope between the light and the dark. Vapaad was by definition a form hard to Master or even control.

“It’s great that you could come, Knight Korr. I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. Give me instructions and we shall begin.”​

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[member="Ryan Korr"]​