Master needed for new arrival.

[Baldoren Caldorik]

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Baldoren sat, staring at the dusty floor of the hall. Others walked on by, simply ignoring the young lad. This would not do. Baldoren longed to be the centre of attention - to hear the roars of an appreciative and loyal crowd. He fiddled impatiently with his belt, running his hand over the items there. A DL44 Heavy Blaster Pistol... a pouch containing a datapad and a holocron and last of all his newest posesion: his lightsaber. A simple straight hilt with a shard of corse metal protruding from the butt. He smiled, unclipping the object.

"If this doesn't earn me some respect I don't know what will.

Baldoren was far from content. He had been on Korriban for a year and had only received mixed instruction. No master had been assigned to him. Yet.

 

[TheAccidentof1994]

Walter laid a strong hand on the shoulder of the boy in front of him. He teemed with a desire for attention, to be hailed as one of the greats. But if this boy should draw too much attention to himself, things would not go well for him. There was no room for error in the Sith, and thus no room for any naivety; a perfect statement, if it were actually true.

He drew the boy backward with his left hand, and with his dominant hand snatched the hilt of the lightsabre from the hand of the Human child. If there was any resistance, Walter would have only pulled harder and ripped the hilt from the young Sith's hand. His left hand continued the pull, until he had managed to cast the boy backward so that he would fall against the hard floor.

"I shall take this lightsabre. It is a weapon fitting only for a capable Sith. And you.. Are neither."

Walter clipped the hilt onto his own belt, next to his own sabre and turned to walk down the hall, falling into the crowd. If the child wanted his weapon back, he was going to have to come after him.

 

[Baldoren Caldorik]

Baldoren picked himself up. What the hell just happened? His anger ignited and flared up. True Sith? He wants to test me? So be it.
As Raz had instructed him mere days before he took hold of that anger, allowing it no will of its own but hammering it into his service. He stretched out with his feelings, trying to locate his weapon... he caught a glimpse of what he thought was his saber, clipped to the belt of another. It seemed very out of place. He breathed out, his blood still boiling with a barely controlled rage. He was still yet to perfect it.

He set off in the direction he saw the man go, following his feelings.