Within Reach

[Jeseth Cloak]

A small droid beeped and chirped as it approached Salem's quarters. It was an R5 unit, clearly identifiable by the black triangular plate upon its dome-shaped head, within which rested its optical sensors. It stopped in front of Salem's door and a panel in its head sprung open, a long arm stretching upwards and inserting a strange prong into the door's locking mechanisms. It hissed open quickly, and the little droid whirred and beeped once more, retracting the arm back within itself and stepping inside. It stopped and looked around the unused quarters, then inch forward slowly again. A compartment within its chest popped open, a saber launching onto Salem's bed.

As quickly as his little wheeled legs could carry him, the droid turned its head a full three-hundred-sixty degrees and made for the door, whirring and beeping all the way back to the maintenance room in a rush. It obviously didn't like being asked favors of by Sith.

[Salem Ave]

The Sith Apprentice returned from his training, somewhat weary and yet excited at the prospect of his next venture with his Master. He walked up to his bed and smiled noticing the saber hilt that his Master had promised him. He placed down the large book on Sith lore that he had been given and took up the sleek metallic cylinder. His thumb hovered for a brief moment of nervous tension over the red ignition switch, his breathing pacing slowly.

snap-hiss

The crimson blade flew to life with a violent crackle, it's brilliant white core pulsating as Salem moved it back and forth in front of his body. It was enchanting to watch at first, as had been the case with the blade he had used in training. A slight smile covered his face as he disengaged the beam, laying it down on the table by his bed.

Then, laying himself on the plain non-descript bed, he took up the tome of knowledge and began to read.