<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bT5s4JM.png)</div><br/><strong>Ellard Albrecht</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=781081)<br/><hr/><br/>As Skywalker entered the room, Ellard quickly silenced himself. He had no desire to speak over the esteemed master, and as he simply gave a nod of his head, the discussion was clearly about the nightmare he had seen. It was quite clear that this was no mere terror from his subconscious, but instead something quite real and utterly horrific... Which did make his stomach churn, his eyes focused on the holograph the astromech activated. Imperials, the inquisition... Would they foster such evil? A weapon of spite and rage against the republic? Or were they just as blissfully unaware as the rest of the galaxy was?<br/><br/>If the military couldn’t do it, then it seemed it was up to the Padawans, and the masters leading them to see this mission through. He could handle that – he wanted to prove himself, show that he could be more than just a dutiful squire amongst knights. A small allowance for personal items was no issue, and as they were dismissed he had to think. Fools rushed in, but this was an important matter, one that could not be fought by being idle afterall.<br/><br/>And he did not have much to pack. He didn’t have a spartan lifestyle by choice, but it was simple enough to bring the essentials, spare clothing, tools for the journey ahead... Packing them securely, the best he could do was wait. Aaron had left, probably to clear his head... And he did not know what the teams would be. He respected the other students, Zalara certainly redeemed fierce, and others like Xal were not who he expected to train with, but were still welcome companions.<br/><br/>Once done packing he’d enjoy the rest of the day – it was best not to treat it that differently. Some training with his blade, a bit of meditation to clear his mind, a shower – then bed. Tomorrow was a different story. He’d learn who he was with, and then he’d have to be much more open.