Taves stood in awe of the fighters that were assembled on the training field. Killers, thats what he thought of them as. "There is nothing more to most of there actions then getting some credits here and there." Taves reminded himself why he had come here; power. The prospect of people fearing his approach and the ability to back up that fear. It was this he thought that would bring him true respect. He saw a teacher standing on the field. "Hey" he said "how's a man to get a weapon around here, and maybe a name?"

"You can put in your name on the list in the terminal which is situated at the communication centre...you can put in "Bantha Poodoo" in it for all I care!"

Then the mandalorian pointed to the right.

"Before you start shooting your brains out, kid...you get your basic armour just like the rest of the trainees, then you can start your training with whatever weapon you want. Just know that these weapons aren't for sale. You'll get what you need when you graduate....that is IF you graduate at all."

The instructor sneered at him and walked away, for he demanded discipline among trainees. He didn't like arrogant attitude which was the first impression he got from Taves.