Sharpening One's Claws

[Niish Chichel]

Niish had come a long way in his training. Deceptively cunning in combat, and truly a terror to be utilized by his superiors that embodied fear; and oddly enough and great deal of gluttony.

He had gotten the attention of the Emperor, who had scheduled a personal meeting with the Barabel, in the training area of the Korribani Academy, outside a small temple designated for field studies, which simply meant leaving the academy and hiking through the desert to a distant temple. That was, at least, for the students, left with a senior to guide them, they'd hike, while the instructors flew, to ready the area for whatever lesson they were teaching.

Niish had been called to perform in front of up and coming Acolytes, with the Emperor in a mock duel and was expected to be there in due time. The Barabel had lived through some of the harshest Barab System's summers in recent history, and this was nothing for him to traverse. He actually tired out his guide through the desert getting there. As he stepped into the main entrance, he could see his Emperor waiting for him inside, and bowed his head respectfully to him.

He did not bring with him his blasters, as this was not a true trial of combat, rather a test of skills, having with him only his personal lightsaber and the saberstaff he had stolen from the Acolyte Zarya, of the Imperial Republica.

"It is a pleasure for Thisss One to meet you in person, your Highnessss." he spoke as he rose from his bow, and entered the sand-filled arena, "This One was told you wish to sssee my ssskills personally. This One is honored," he continued, bowing his head once again.
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@Narsi