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Post by Tractus on Dec 12, 2010 21:46:01 GMT -5
The halls were quiet, but when weren't they now a-days? Few people were attracted to the old temple ruins on Ryloth. The only sounds coming from inside was that of eating, drinking, training, and resting. Tractus sat cross-legged on his bed in meditation, deeply breathing. He had just came from training Melwo Xaso with wonderful results. Unknowledgable to the outside world in his trance, he had no idea he was getting late for his training session with Gormog.
Tractus started seeing visions. He was inside his personal ship, a upgraded firespray called 'The Darkened Exile', and things were moving so fast they were hard to distinguish. He moved around and around, sometime someone came in and then left. This was strange though since Tractus never lets anyone inside his ship. He let go of that thought and continued to pay attention. The scene suddenly shifted to the training room, Gormog and Melwo were standing in front of Tractus, lightsabres raised. 'Must be training' Tractus guessed.
Before the scene progressed any further Tractus was jolted out of his meditation but a pot slipping off a nearby shelf.
(feel free to god mode me into the training room from here)
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