Balancing on his hands, Haggen executed a perfect vertical push-up, without the crutch of a wall to lean on or the force to steady him, and continued the exercise long after all the blood in his body rushed to his head and he only stopped when he almost passed out from the strain, slowly rolling his body down, and then back up to his feet. his exercise routine completed for the day, he focused instead on the development of his mind, using the force to lift, disassemble, and then reassemble his lightsaber. that completed fouty times without a single mistake, even when he did it with his eyes shut the last ten tries, he activated the blade, using it's harsh crimson light as a focus while he meditated.
He would have much to do, once his training was complete, but until that day, his only purpose in his every day, was to hone himself into the perfect weapon of the emperor, so he could act as the lord of the galaxy's invisible left hand. To that end, he'd been assigned quarters with one of the Imperial Fleets newest Star Destroyers, the Raven's Sword, to learn the things that cannot be taught from any instructor but cold experience itself. He'd heard how the new admiral for whom this ship had been built had won his promotion, and was impressed with the story, and would be intrigued to observe the man's command style.