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His focus was as good as it had ever been as he sat cross legged in the designated training area on Naboo. His thoughts were too scattered and it was extrememly hard for him to bring them under wraps, to control them, it was no easy task. The training lightsaber floated in front of him, he focused only on the lightsaber, a technique that was taught to him by Adonari. Well, he tried to teach it to him at least, he was not so great at meditating. Supposedly coming to Naboo would help "Clear his mind." but so far it was to no avail. After only a few moments he heard the lightsaber clank to the ground and his eyes shot open and he let out an sigh and stared at the ground.
Though he was everything a Jedi was not supposed to be, he was trying, as hard as he could. He had no other options, besides joining the Sith, and he was sure he would never survive there. They would kill him quicker than he could even ask for training. He had decided that, while he may not be the most upstanding Jedi, he would make up for it in other areas. He knowledge, memory, and tactical ability had to come in handy at some point. He just had to find someone who could recognize his abilities.
So he did the only thing he hated more than anything else: he took initiative. He had met a few other Padawans on a trip to gather Lightsaber crystals so he had put the word out. Group Training! The other Jedi were too busy with, well ya know, staying alive and apparently training new Padawans took a back seat to survival. Foolish, if they all died, all of their knowledge died with them. He wished to complain to someone, anyone, but he doubted he had earned any ability to complain at this juncture in his career.
Through no easy task he had gathered a few training lightsaber and had tossed them into a box. One area he actually wasn't bad at was lightsaber combat. His master had taught him Form I: Shii-Cho, a technique that was aimed more for disarming than anything else, and honestly, a form that he wished to grow past. Though he only read about the other forms and putting them into practice without a teacher would be almost useless. He could effectively explain the basics of Form I.
So, now, he waited for the others to arrive.
Though he was everything a Jedi was not supposed to be, he was trying, as hard as he could. He had no other options, besides joining the Sith, and he was sure he would never survive there. They would kill him quicker than he could even ask for training. He had decided that, while he may not be the most upstanding Jedi, he would make up for it in other areas. He knowledge, memory, and tactical ability had to come in handy at some point. He just had to find someone who could recognize his abilities.
So he did the only thing he hated more than anything else: he took initiative. He had met a few other Padawans on a trip to gather Lightsaber crystals so he had put the word out. Group Training! The other Jedi were too busy with, well ya know, staying alive and apparently training new Padawans took a back seat to survival. Foolish, if they all died, all of their knowledge died with them. He wished to complain to someone, anyone, but he doubted he had earned any ability to complain at this juncture in his career.
Through no easy task he had gathered a few training lightsaber and had tossed them into a box. One area he actually wasn't bad at was lightsaber combat. His master had taught him Form I: Shii-Cho, a technique that was aimed more for disarming than anything else, and honestly, a form that he wished to grow past. Though he only read about the other forms and putting them into practice without a teacher would be almost useless. He could effectively explain the basics of Form I.
So, now, he waited for the others to arrive.