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Zeros looked across the war-torn surface of Mygeeto with a solemn expression, his force vision spreading across the greying ruins. While he might not have seen what the surface may have looked like to a pair of normal eyes, the way he perceived the force allowed him to see the desolate landscape almost like a smoky mirage, the broken land before him in muted colours. Shaking his head, he turned back towards the settlement of drifters and junkers he had landed near. His ship, the Ash Vorkskr, was being repaired after a group of pirates attacked while he was on his way to the Yavin system. Hopefully, he could find what we was looking for, or at least a lead...

He was brought out of his musing as he was approached by one of the settlers, telling him that repairs were being finalised and he could be off the ground in a few hours. He nodded to the man and began to follow him back to the ship. It was then that a chill danced down his spine. Something dark was coming, and it was sending ripples through the force. Shaking his head to clear the thought, he stepped onto his ship to wait for the final repairs to be complete. Entering the Cargo bay retrofitted as a training room and locking the door behind him, he pressed a series of buttons on one of the control panels and 6 training drones, far more than standard for any Jedi-in-training, activated and began to hover in a circle around a wide circular plate in the centre of the room.

Removing his coat and replacing it with some training robes, he stepped into the centre of the plate and activated his twin purple lightsabers before expanding his force-vision. Suddenly, two drones opened fire and Zeros was moving. Combining his skills in Form V and VI, he reflected both incoming bolts back at the drone that fired, one with each lightsaber. Both narrowly avoided the returned bolts, and all the drones seemed to hesitate for a moment before they all unleashed a storm of stinging bolts against the young Miraluka. Zeros seemed to be locked in an elegant but fast-paced dance of blade and blaster as he reflected bolt after both, one bolt occasionally striking a drone and disabling it for a few seconds. After a few minutes, he placed the hilts of the lightsabers together and twisted them, locking the dual lightsabers into a single, double-bladed lightsaber. The graceful dance finally came to an end as he split the two lightsabers and reflected a rapid burst of fire with either blade, the bolts flying straight back to their drones and stunning them all in a near simultaneous instant. As they fell to the ground with a chorus of clunks, Zeros exhaled and crossed his arms in front of him, lightsabers held straight up and parallel to each other.

He deactivated the blades with snap-hiss and returned them to his belt as he sat down in the centre of the circular plate and began to meditate whilst he waited for the repairs were complete...