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29-04-2023, 10:00 PM
Entry# 3
A furious yell filled the medbay as Khirus nearly started to punch the wall at his left but the Pureblood chose not to. He nearly ripped the sheet of flimsiplast out of his robes using his left hand and tried to start writing but his anger was too much to handle and he threw the pen before the sheet followed. The young Pureblood took his time trying to calm down enough that he could write, and after some curses uttered in Sith he collected the pen and the sheet of flimsiplast from the floor and started to write, even though the letters were little shakey due to his fury, atleast he was ambidextrous so the writing wasn’t hard with his left hand.
“Again! AGAIN!? Has my damn mother cursed me to be a failure in what ever I might do!? For once I started to progress with my studies and I learning new skills but then when it was the time to practice Force Shock with our fellow Acolytes it backfired before I even got to start properly!”
Khírus turned his amber hued eyes to his injured right side shoulder and then from his elbow to fingertips, seeing the injured and slighty burned flesh.
“I can take a beating from my superiours, hell, it is expected but once again I was bested by a fellow Acolyte.. I respect strength and their skill and only things what makes this pain slighty more tolerable is the mutual respect we have between us and our race which we share. It is better to lose if you learn something, than to win constantly and learn nothing but this.. This constant failing is something I cannot, I -will- not tolerate anymore! From this day on, I will train more harder, more longer and more vigorously than I ever have trained before. I shall abstain from anything what might take my focus away from my goals and I will eat only such things what my body requires for it’s optimal performance. I.. I was made to crawl from the training room to the Medbay after I lost to Acolyte Avestia.. To crawl!”
The infuriated Acolyte released another yell before he simply rolled the sheet and pushed it inside his robes and snapping the pen in half being too angered to write down more about the past week, before the Medical Droid came to treat his injuries.
A furious yell filled the medbay as Khirus nearly started to punch the wall at his left but the Pureblood chose not to. He nearly ripped the sheet of flimsiplast out of his robes using his left hand and tried to start writing but his anger was too much to handle and he threw the pen before the sheet followed. The young Pureblood took his time trying to calm down enough that he could write, and after some curses uttered in Sith he collected the pen and the sheet of flimsiplast from the floor and started to write, even though the letters were little shakey due to his fury, atleast he was ambidextrous so the writing wasn’t hard with his left hand.
“Again! AGAIN!? Has my damn mother cursed me to be a failure in what ever I might do!? For once I started to progress with my studies and I learning new skills but then when it was the time to practice Force Shock with our fellow Acolytes it backfired before I even got to start properly!”
Khírus turned his amber hued eyes to his injured right side shoulder and then from his elbow to fingertips, seeing the injured and slighty burned flesh.
“I can take a beating from my superiours, hell, it is expected but once again I was bested by a fellow Acolyte.. I respect strength and their skill and only things what makes this pain slighty more tolerable is the mutual respect we have between us and our race which we share. It is better to lose if you learn something, than to win constantly and learn nothing but this.. This constant failing is something I cannot, I -will- not tolerate anymore! From this day on, I will train more harder, more longer and more vigorously than I ever have trained before. I shall abstain from anything what might take my focus away from my goals and I will eat only such things what my body requires for it’s optimal performance. I.. I was made to crawl from the training room to the Medbay after I lost to Acolyte Avestia.. To crawl!”
The infuriated Acolyte released another yell before he simply rolled the sheet and pushed it inside his robes and snapping the pen in half being too angered to write down more about the past week, before the Medical Droid came to treat his injuries.
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