Kalo sighed as he stretched his hands behind his head and ly on his bed. He had just recently been moved to this station, and already had received a master. He hadn't confronted his master yet, so he didn't even know his name. All he knew was that he was suppose to be in the training room in 10 minutes or so. Kalo closed his eyes dreaming of days of glory. He saw himself leading a massived army of Jedi against the Sith. He smiled. He had these dreams since he was a young boy, learning from his grandpa.
"I wish grandpa was still in the order then he could be my master. Who is my master anyways? Probably some stuck-up, cocky young Jedi Knight right?" Kalo began to talk to himself, because the boy in the bed across the room didn't really care to talk to Kalo. He decided this place was alright, but there was no one to talk to at all, except fellow Jedi. He didn't understand why the Jedi had to be kept hidden. "Yes I do you idiot. The Sith will kill us if we aren't." Suddenly Kalo rolled over, only to realized he was going to be later.
Kalo sprang from his bed and bolted out the door. He swerved this way and that way through the halls, in a mad dash to get to the training room before his master. He slid to a halt at the door, and caught his breath. He only wanted to look on his best behavior as he entered if his master had actaully arrived yet. Kalo stood tall, and slowly strolled in the room as the door swung open before him.
"Good nobody is here yet. Guess I should practice something while I wait." Kalo made his way to the center of the room, studying everything. It wasn't much, but he didn't care it was good enough. He decided to practice hand-to-hand combat. His hands moved swiftly, cutting through the air, and returning to his chest. He even got a good kick in every now and then. He moved his fist faster, acting as if he was in a brutal battle with a Sith.
"I wish grandpa was still in the order then he could be my master. Who is my master anyways? Probably some stuck-up, cocky young Jedi Knight right?" Kalo began to talk to himself, because the boy in the bed across the room didn't really care to talk to Kalo. He decided this place was alright, but there was no one to talk to at all, except fellow Jedi. He didn't understand why the Jedi had to be kept hidden. "Yes I do you idiot. The Sith will kill us if we aren't." Suddenly Kalo rolled over, only to realized he was going to be later.
Kalo sprang from his bed and bolted out the door. He swerved this way and that way through the halls, in a mad dash to get to the training room before his master. He slid to a halt at the door, and caught his breath. He only wanted to look on his best behavior as he entered if his master had actaully arrived yet. Kalo stood tall, and slowly strolled in the room as the door swung open before him.
"Good nobody is here yet. Guess I should practice something while I wait." Kalo made his way to the center of the room, studying everything. It wasn't much, but he didn't care it was good enough. He decided to practice hand-to-hand combat. His hands moved swiftly, cutting through the air, and returning to his chest. He even got a good kick in every now and then. He moved his fist faster, acting as if he was in a brutal battle with a Sith.