[b]Nero Acerbi[/b]

Nero rubbed his nose, the pain of bumping into the evolutionary muscled and animal mass was a bit much. He hoped that it wouldn't bruise over. “Forgive me for... umm, not pay attention,” he offered in apology. “The force is amassing with emotions of warfare. Rage, anger, and bloodlust.” 

When he heard a voice call out to him, he could final feel the all too obvious force users around him. He took note of Joard but even more so of the blue haired man behind him, his uniqueness basically screamed for attention. He didn't look strong at all but he knew from his training to never allow first opinions to be his last. 

He nodded curtly at his Jedi Master, the newly appointed Knight notably less than Master Rose in various areas. But he was still a Padawan, his place was beside his Master, learning and taking notes of the proper etiquette of being a Jedi. So he had no place or words in the decisions of Master Joard. 

He rubbed the nape of his neck, his pale features twisting a bit at the prodding disturbance of war. It sent a fresher tremor of fear down his back. He wasn't guaranteed his life out here, with a bunch of randomly placed and ill-prepared Jedi and Padawans, it was a combination of lights and matches, fuses that would soon detonate. He just hoped he wasn't no where near it when it did.