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Jedi Master Vin Galan.
There weren't a lot of Jedi Masters left, it seemed - many had perished during the double assault of Coruscant in the years leading up to Rorik's decade-long diaspora from his people, many more had been killed in open combat by the Sith and Imperium forces. With their numbers dwindling dangerously low - from an order that once swelled and flourished - Rorik and his fellow Padawans and Jedi Knights were slowly but surely to become the next generation of leaders and public figures within the order... that is, assuming they could wrest some control of the galaxy from Imperium hands and restore their rightful place as peacekeepers and arbiters throughout known space.
Regardless, it was a boon to have the remaining Masters that they did have, as powerful and well-versed within the Force as they were - and, of course, with their prowess concerning lightsaber combat. Rorik, in a mad dash to reclaim the years of neglecting his duty to become a respectable swordsman (and, instead, focusing primarily on his connection to - and understanding of - the Force), had been attending as many combat-related classes as he could manage, from Soresu, to Niman, to the Echani Martial Arts. Granted, he only had a workable foundation of the three techniques, but it was enough to build upon in the years to come; now, much like when he had directly contacted Master Von Raythe to educate him upon the tenets of Form VI, Rorik had requested Master Galan to instruct him in the dexterous subtleties of Form II: Makashi. The Way of the Ysalamiri.
The Contention Form.
Seated cross-legged, eyes closed, drawing focus and some comfort from the kasha crystal utilized as a focusing element within his lightsaber hilt, the Padawan awaited Galan's arrival patiently in one of the many training rooms, dug out of the hard cavern walls by the Rebel Alliance centuries before to be used as private barracks, or a General's office, or a store room - whatever it was then, it had since been refurbished to fill the order's need of a training room, much like several of the other numerous vacant rooms had been.
There weren't a lot of Jedi Masters left, it seemed - many had perished during the double assault of Coruscant in the years leading up to Rorik's decade-long diaspora from his people, many more had been killed in open combat by the Sith and Imperium forces. With their numbers dwindling dangerously low - from an order that once swelled and flourished - Rorik and his fellow Padawans and Jedi Knights were slowly but surely to become the next generation of leaders and public figures within the order... that is, assuming they could wrest some control of the galaxy from Imperium hands and restore their rightful place as peacekeepers and arbiters throughout known space.
Regardless, it was a boon to have the remaining Masters that they did have, as powerful and well-versed within the Force as they were - and, of course, with their prowess concerning lightsaber combat. Rorik, in a mad dash to reclaim the years of neglecting his duty to become a respectable swordsman (and, instead, focusing primarily on his connection to - and understanding of - the Force), had been attending as many combat-related classes as he could manage, from Soresu, to Niman, to the Echani Martial Arts. Granted, he only had a workable foundation of the three techniques, but it was enough to build upon in the years to come; now, much like when he had directly contacted Master Von Raythe to educate him upon the tenets of Form VI, Rorik had requested Master Galan to instruct him in the dexterous subtleties of Form II: Makashi. The Way of the Ysalamiri.
The Contention Form.
Seated cross-legged, eyes closed, drawing focus and some comfort from the kasha crystal utilized as a focusing element within his lightsaber hilt, the Padawan awaited Galan's arrival patiently in one of the many training rooms, dug out of the hard cavern walls by the Rebel Alliance centuries before to be used as private barracks, or a General's office, or a store room - whatever it was then, it had since been refurbished to fill the order's need of a training room, much like several of the other numerous vacant rooms had been.