Christian Lightheart
Aug 10th, 2001, 11:14:57 PM
(ooc: this takes place after the spar with Shade, but before Lighthearts training with Kikran.)
*The young, inexperienced padawan walked slowly up the stairs of the dormatory and straight for his room. Entering the keycode, the door shot open. As he stepped in, he reach out with his right hand to turn on the glowplanel to lightup his dim and gloomy room.*
Ah man....
*Christian sillently uttered those words as he limped his way to his desk. Reaching to his utility belt, he unclipped the strange lightsaber and moved it in his hand getting a feel for it. Slipping his thumb over the ignition switch, a red blade of controlled plasma shot out. He looked at the strange blade, then flipped off the ignition switch.
It wasn't his. When he first stood up to Sith Warrior Athena, she took his saber. So in return, he took one of hers. But the fight was all but easy. Lightheart had been beaten, and badly. He wore the burn marks of his own blade and the other blade. When those blades made contact with his skin, it was the wrose pain he had felt all his life. Something, he figured, he would have to get use to.
Setting the hilt on his desk, the white-haired padawan flopped onto his bed. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the Force, calling it to him. With the Force starting to course through his body, he instantly fell into a sleep.*
*The young, inexperienced padawan walked slowly up the stairs of the dormatory and straight for his room. Entering the keycode, the door shot open. As he stepped in, he reach out with his right hand to turn on the glowplanel to lightup his dim and gloomy room.*
Ah man....
*Christian sillently uttered those words as he limped his way to his desk. Reaching to his utility belt, he unclipped the strange lightsaber and moved it in his hand getting a feel for it. Slipping his thumb over the ignition switch, a red blade of controlled plasma shot out. He looked at the strange blade, then flipped off the ignition switch.
It wasn't his. When he first stood up to Sith Warrior Athena, she took his saber. So in return, he took one of hers. But the fight was all but easy. Lightheart had been beaten, and badly. He wore the burn marks of his own blade and the other blade. When those blades made contact with his skin, it was the wrose pain he had felt all his life. Something, he figured, he would have to get use to.
Setting the hilt on his desk, the white-haired padawan flopped onto his bed. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the Force, calling it to him. With the Force starting to course through his body, he instantly fell into a sleep.*