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Chapter 1.5

Alexandre had waited patiently for hours atop his overlook, having several times required to hunker himself against the ground for fear a roving Sith patrol would find him. He did not need that - and neither did they.
It was now noon and the training grounds inside the compound would be sweltering with heat. Exhaustion would be sapping the strength from whoever had trained in the morning. Those still fresh and strong would be commencing lunch and the instructors and senior dark Jedi would go about their instructor and senior dark Jedi obligations. Whatever those were.
It was time. He stood up slowly, his legs and back screaming in silent protest, their joints and muscles having hours before effectively locked themselves into the kneeling position. Sweat that was once beaded against the tiny hairs of his back now caused an uncomfortable cling to his dusky gray robes. At the back of his trouser knee perspiration and pressure had creased the material severely, while the natural salts in his body had acted as a starch to stiffen the fabric.
With a very slow, focused inhale, Alexandre reached into the folds of his robes to remove what would otherwise have looked like a metal tube.
As he set off towards the entrance to the Academy, Alexandre realized that the next few moments would indeed be very uncomfortable.