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(Star Wars) "Superior" Training (Rise of the Mandalorians)
   
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" He felt safe, safe in that haven of a bacta tube, safe in a place where he was admired for something, safe in all areas except his mind, he was near unstable, the fight costed him his armor and his well being, he didn't know if he could get through this, leading the faithful Mandalorian army under his wing. Callace opened his eyes wide, he yelped from the idea of such things. He looked around, frightened. A Mandalorian Doctor appeared and saw that Callace was awake and approached him. "You're fully rejuvenated and well on your way." The doctor said. Callace nodded. It was later then that Callace had found himself in his room wearing his medical robe. He was in normal condition as of now.

"Mandalore...I've come to speak with you." A deep voice spoke. Callace poked his head up and answered. "Come on in..." He sat down on his chair relaxing. The figure walked in, it was Arrik Jaxx. Callace' eyes widened a bit. "Uh, what did you come to speak to me about?" Callace asked. "I've been ordered to train you under my wing and as of now, you are under my domain, understand?" Arrik answered. Callace jolted out of his seat. "Wait! The hell do you mean under my wing? I'm Mandalore! Don't you know!?" Callace got frustrated. "You may be Mandalore, but you don't have the characteristics of Mandalore. And that is why I am going to train you." Arrik responded. Callace scowled and sighed. "Fine, I guess that near fatal death of mine was my own fault anyways. I'll cooperate." Arrik nodded. "Training will begin in an hour, oh and it's private, so you won't get humiliated infront of your brethren." Arrik laughed as he headed out of Callace' room.

"Hmph...I'll show him." Callace jolted around at his desk, he'd snatch and skim through his datapad, reading different things that have been going on lately inside the base. Callace wondered. "I don't think anyone has made a name for this place...Maybe I can be the first." Callace smirked as he thought, he got up and walked out of his room, making a beeline to the stadium. He'd look around as he was in the stadium, seeing a few groups of about 2-3 Mandalorians chatting to eachother. Some gave him a look, some even waved. One walked up to him, smiling. "Hello Mandalore. How are your wounds?" Callace noticed. "Oh, I'm fine, heh, just taking a stroll. Say, where can I find a new set of armor around here?" The Mandalorian tilted his head, a bit dazed. A doctor rushed to Callace. "Mandalore, your new set of armor is waiting for you in the Training Quarters. Go and get it." Callace nodded, running, eager to obtain his new armor.

He made it into the Training Quarters, finding no one, he looked around the place for awhile, he was walking over carbonite flooring and around him were metallic walls containing dry mirrors as well as target areas. This was peculiar. Callace found one door that had caught is battle scarred eye, he walked over to it with no caution, he opens the door only to find darkness, he ventures inside. Callace finds the lightswitch and turns it on. "Agh!" Callace was grabbed by his medical robe and was completely thrown over his opponents head. Callace landed on the hard carbonite floor, he grunted and groaned. "The hell!? Agh!" Out of the blurry vision that he could give out, he could see a bulky faced looking man, maybe in his mid 40's as of yet, a few scars and a straight hedge cut. It was Arrik Jaxx. He knelt down to Callace' face. "Wakey, wakey Mandalore..." He'd laugh playfully and stand up.

Callace frowned in anger and confusion. "Why did yo-!" Callace thought. He then spoke. "Of course, this was some test to 'test' me." He mocked. Arrik frowned for a moment, then smiled wide. "Yeah, some 'test' you failed, you really have much to learn." Callace stood up and looked around, feeling his head. He'd see his new set of armor, it was shining in glistering Red, White, and Black, it even held a clean fresh battle cloak to come with it's look. It was like an exact replica of Harko Valekrens armor, but in Callace' time period. He motioned his bruised head to Arrik. Arrik smirked. "You're going to have to get through me to get that armor...Man up, it's time for training." Callace nodded slowly.
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d3ad.k3nn3dy  [author] 5 Oct, 2015 @ 5:06pm 
Sorry this took me awhile. I had to settle out the storyline for Callace Valekren.