<div class="floatleft">(http://s2.postimg.org/64l17bhux/zabrak.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kelzan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Bored<br/><br/>The ceremony was a formality to Kelzan, nothing more. Oh, it was a grand occasion, one the masters were eager to put everyone through, but it was not exactly entertaining. He would much rather simply be in the garage trying to fix up the swoop bike Gerrel had managed to salvage for him a while ago. Well, "salvaged" would be a generous term, even for the low standards it held. The bike when it had come to Kelzan was more or less a reck, and nearly the entirety of it had to be replaced over the course of the last couple of years, which he could only do at a glacial pace due to the restrictions of living in the Temple.<br/><br/>And so it was that even as Master Yoda waffled on, and gave the room to another Jedi, who too proceeded to waffle, and throughout the lengthy process of those who had actually passed their trials to be picked by a master, that Kelzan was focused more on debating in his mind on how he was going to acquire a suitable repulsor array. The current winning idea was to see if any of the other mechanics were throwing any out and cannibalise the components to hopefully construct his own, though that was also the one that would require the most effort to achieve, rebuilding from spare parts was a laborious process at the end of the day.<br/><br/>Then he was roused by everyone else beginning to leave. "Finally." He muttered to himself and began to wander off in the direction of the garage again.