Bubák
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A young Mon Calamari Crusader knelt on a metal floor of a training room he chose for this class. While he had no experience at teaching others, maybe except his own apprentice, he had attended many classes for assassins in his life to have a clear image of what one should look like. The round, dim lit training chamber presented a great place for the Acolytes to listen to the teacher and learn, and then test their skill at hiding in shadows and using the powers Avreet would try to teach them. Particularly when learning Force cloak, the dim light would help the Acolytes to become invisible and test their new power. Before that though, they'd have to learn how to disappear without the help of the Force, using shadows and darkness. Good assassins had to know how to do that, and to Avreet's surprise, not many Sith who aspired to learn the art of stealth even considered that.
Avreet took a deep breath, focusing on perfectly masking his Force presence and signature, so he couldn't be felt through the Force. Another thing he was going to teach the ones who wanted to go down the same path as him. The Mon Calamari did not, however, use Force cloak to be completely invisible, as he didn't share Xanthus' joy in playing with minds of others. An amused smile crept to the Mon Cal's face, remembering the class with the powerful Sith assassin, how he created several clones of himself and pretended to die, only to create a Force projection of himself, then a Sith lord came to see the class while disguised as a student,... Good times.
Feeling several presences, the Crusader opened his large orange eyes and started at the door, expecting it to open at any second. His gaze briefly fell upon a red carpet that lied in front of him, and while it looked like something for the Acolytes so they would not have to sit on the cold floor, it was actually a tool that was going to help him demonstrate a few things. Avreet only hoped the class was not going to prove to be too boring for the ones who wanted to learn from him, but on the other hand, a good assassin had to learn patience. One last look around to see if the medpacs still lied behind him in case the Acolytes got hurt, and Avreet stood up, his webbed hands clasped behind his back, the big fish-like eyes staring intently at the opening door.
Avreet took a deep breath, focusing on perfectly masking his Force presence and signature, so he couldn't be felt through the Force. Another thing he was going to teach the ones who wanted to go down the same path as him. The Mon Calamari did not, however, use Force cloak to be completely invisible, as he didn't share Xanthus' joy in playing with minds of others. An amused smile crept to the Mon Cal's face, remembering the class with the powerful Sith assassin, how he created several clones of himself and pretended to die, only to create a Force projection of himself, then a Sith lord came to see the class while disguised as a student,... Good times.
Feeling several presences, the Crusader opened his large orange eyes and started at the door, expecting it to open at any second. His gaze briefly fell upon a red carpet that lied in front of him, and while it looked like something for the Acolytes so they would not have to sit on the cold floor, it was actually a tool that was going to help him demonstrate a few things. Avreet only hoped the class was not going to prove to be too boring for the ones who wanted to learn from him, but on the other hand, a good assassin had to learn patience. One last look around to see if the medpacs still lied behind him in case the Acolytes got hurt, and Avreet stood up, his webbed hands clasped behind his back, the big fish-like eyes staring intently at the opening door.