Yuno Retje
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Cypris Vosco sat on a bench in a corridor of the Monastery, sweating nervously and breathing heavily. It was not helping that passing padawans were snickering and joking to one another, or that the hot corridor was choked with smoke from torches. Cypris tried not to notice, though, because the Jedi Order had finally appointed him a permanent master.
For years, nineteen-year-old Cypris had been switching from master to master. His first Master, a Twi'lek named Toola Rakar (who had started his training in the lightsaber art of Makashi) had died on a diplomatic mission to Naboo nearly six years ago. Cypris had been learning jumbles of training in different styles and methods, but nothing steady. The upside to this was that he had been trained in all seven forms; The downside was that he couldn't quite utilize any of them, and the different information in his memory and muscles now messed with his Makashi. But now he had a true master (one who he hoped was a Makashi master), and he wasn't going to let snickering padawans ruin that.
For years, nineteen-year-old Cypris had been switching from master to master. His first Master, a Twi'lek named Toola Rakar (who had started his training in the lightsaber art of Makashi) had died on a diplomatic mission to Naboo nearly six years ago. Cypris had been learning jumbles of training in different styles and methods, but nothing steady. The upside to this was that he had been trained in all seven forms; The downside was that he couldn't quite utilize any of them, and the different information in his memory and muscles now messed with his Makashi. But now he had a true master (one who he hoped was a Makashi master), and he wasn't going to let snickering padawans ruin that.