Djak Mikos
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Ac'craddon shuffled his feet nervously in the training hall, eyes flickering around. He fingered the hilt of his double-bladed lightsaber, checked the door again, and concentrated on calming the jitters in his stomach.
Calm down, he told himself. He's not going to eat you. Relax. Meditate.
Accordingly, he knelt. Steady breaths, slower pulse, relax... Gradually, he felt his body relax tight muscles. He gazed into space, extending his perceptions, and settled his lekku around his shoulders.
That's better, he told himself. No need to work yourself into a nervous breakdown.
His breathing deepened and slowed.
Calm down, he told himself. He's not going to eat you. Relax. Meditate.
Accordingly, he knelt. Steady breaths, slower pulse, relax... Gradually, he felt his body relax tight muscles. He gazed into space, extending his perceptions, and settled his lekku around his shoulders.
That's better, he told himself. No need to work yourself into a nervous breakdown.
His breathing deepened and slowed.