Bubák
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Unlike the previous class, where Avreet needed plenty of useless junk so the students could practice their powers on that, this room was void of all furniture and distractions. Obviously, as this particular room in the Sith Temple served as a place where Sith of all ranks could meditate and strengthen their connection to the Dark Side and the Force. As such, Avreet chose this chamber to make the class easier for everyone. Hopefully all students knew how to meditate… Force drain was a hard power to learn, harder to master, so even though the Crusader couldn’t call himself very experienced when it came to this Force power, he hoped he’d be able to deliver his knowledge to the students well enough, allowing them to grasp the core mechanics and giving them a chance of becoming a little more powerful again.
The Mon Calamari Crusader himself knelt on the cold metal floor, his eyes closed in deep meditation. The Force knew he’d need every bit of energy for this class, and if he was not careful, he might as well die. Chance favors the prepared mind, so the Mon Cal took it very seriously and massed the Force energy inside of himself, focusing at having as much of it as his body could handle. No doubt the students felt it far away, even before he felt the first being closing on the room. Taking a deep breath, he opened his large fishy eyes and stood up, glaring at the newcomer.
The Mon Calamari Crusader himself knelt on the cold metal floor, his eyes closed in deep meditation. The Force knew he’d need every bit of energy for this class, and if he was not careful, he might as well die. Chance favors the prepared mind, so the Mon Cal took it very seriously and massed the Force energy inside of himself, focusing at having as much of it as his body could handle. No doubt the students felt it far away, even before he felt the first being closing on the room. Taking a deep breath, he opened his large fishy eyes and stood up, glaring at the newcomer.