Joby moaned as he awoke from a long night of in and out sleep. He stared at the clock near his bedside, which read 6:52 AM. Sighing, he might as well get up because he would have to be at the base by 8:00 AM.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe I can get some personal training before actual training starts</span>, Joby thought as he walked out of his room and into the small kitchen his apartment contained. He ate breakfast in silence, noticing Dimitria was gone set his mood sour.<br/><br/>After a long morning, Joby brushed the sweat out of his face after he used several fighting techniques on prosthetic dummies. He looked around the room, which kept not only him in shape, but also the soldiers of the Empire whenever they came to the Imperial Base. He grabbed his towel and water before walking to a room door about 50 feet from the main entrance of the base. No knob or switch around the door, which made him smile. Only Force-sensitive wielders could use this room, a meditation room. His hand moved to the right and the door slid open. A dimly-lit room, which a small carpet on the floor for comfort. He flicked his hand again and the door closed leaving him to meditate alone.