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Private Constellation Consultations - Roten, Jackie, Roman




TAGS: Roten Roten Roman Vossari Roman Vossari Jackie Rosso Jackie Rosso

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Matthew stood in the center of the Exonerator's training room, hands clasped behind his back, exuding calm and quiet authority as he awaited his Padawans. The room was spacious, lined with various training equipment, yet held an aura of formality that hinted at the seriousness of the lessons that would take place there. Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting golden hues across the floor as the ship moved through the stars.

It had been three days since Roman had joined the others, and in that time, Matthew had ensured each of his Padawans was fully prepared for their new lives. From the moment they became his students, he made sure every detail was in order. A doctor and dentist had taken care of their health, administering any necessary vaccinations and dental treatments. They were given time to choose decorations for their quarters, allowing them to personalize their spaces and feel more at home on the Exonerator.

Sable, the ship's tailor, had also visited each of them—Roman, Roten, and Jackie—taking their measurements and discussing their preferences for clothing. Shortly after, they had all received finely tailored attire, reflecting their individual tastes, and symbolizing their transition into their new roles.

Today, however, marked the beginning of their real training. Matthew had summoned them to the training room for their first lesson as a group, but true to his teaching style, he hadn't spoon-fed them directions on how to get there. Instead, he gave them only the floor, the room number, and the side of the ship it was located on, leaving them to navigate the ship and find their own way.

As he waited, Matthew reflected on each of his students—Roman, the newest and perhaps the most well acquainted with the ways of the Jedi; Roten, whose sharp wit and resourcefulness were often at the forefront; and Jackie, whose energy and confidence sometimes overshadowed caution. This was their first challenge together: a test of awareness, resourcefulness, and initiative.

The quiet hum of the ship accompanied his thoughts as he wondered how each of them would handle the task of finding the room. This was about seeing how they approached the unknown. Each step they took today would reveal something about their character.

Matthew's cerulean blue eyes remained fixed on the door, waiting patiently for the arrival of his Padawans.
 

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Location: The Exonerator
Tags: Matthew of Valendale Matthew of Valendale | Roten Roten | Roman Vossari Roman Vossari




Jackie wasn’t much of an interior designer. Feeling a little unsure about how to make his room on the ship feel more like home. But doing that made his room feel increasingly distant from the aesthetics of the rest of the ship. Which left him feeling a tad conflicted. He didn’t wanna ruin the overall feel of the ship, but he also wanted to feel comfortable in his room. But the zeltron didn’t have to worry about it too much as he got a summon from Matthew. He could work on his room more later.

Stepping out of his room Jackie glanced down at his datapad and saw the destination he was supposed to go. First he needed to get to the writing floor, and before that figure found some stairs or a turbolift. The zeltron felt like a real outsider on the ship. Feeling notably, other, whenever he passed by one of the crew and workers. Like he was some stowaway that didn’t belong.

Eventually the pink teen found something helpful on the wall as he walked. A holographic display showing a map of the ship’s interior and the most direct path to an exit in the case of an emergency. Offering Jackie a good idea of where he was currently and where exactly he had to go.

Heading to where he was summoned Jackie pulled out his old metal cigara case from his jacket. Opening it to find and arrangement of lollipops as a replacement, where he would pick out one to suck on while he made his way to the room. The delinquent teen was expecting that he was going to be the last one there. Where Matthew and his two other fellow apprentices were gonna be waiting on him as the final member of their unit.

As the door to the room slid open the zeltron walked in casually. His hand was up towards the stem of his lollipop. Holding it between his thumb and index finger and rolling it in his mouth. His blue eyes looked from side to side to see that he was the only student there. “Hmm… I figured this would be a group lesson.” Jackie said out loud, his voice somewhat obstructed as he spoke around the lollipop in his mouth. Wondering if this was just gonna be a class for him.
 


"Don't get your hopes up, pal."

Roten stepped into the training room with his arms crossed, a more serious look on his face. This was a test, one he had seen before. Sure, the Jedi were not as violent as the Sith, but bringing students together really only indicated competition. One of them was going to have to be better than the other. Or at least, that's what Roten tried to convince himself was the case. Everything seemed so shattered that he had to grasp onto what he knew.

Even if it was wholly wrong.

"Alright, boss, I'm here," he stated, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "What am I doing?"

His fur bristled in anticipation, his large red eyes scanning the surrounding area. Wasn't there supposed to be a new guy? It probably didn't matter much. They'd turn up or not. It wasn't his business.


 






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Padawan Roman stepped into the training room, the door sliding open with a soft hiss. His demeanor was calm and poised, embodying the Jedi principles he had trained to uphold. He glanced around, taking in the sight of Jackie and Roten already present -- Jackie looking relaxed, albeit with the hint of a lollipop, and Roten, his expression a blend of seriousness and irritation.

Roman wasn't late, he reasoned with himself, but he had a nagging feeling that he should have arrived earlier. After all, the first lesson was crucial -- and Matthew's expectations loomed large in his mind. He had quickly navigated the ship, using his intuition and remembering the layout from when he had first embarked on the Exonerator.

"Looks like I'm the last one here." Roman stated with a faint smile, his voice steady. He stepped forward, his posture reflecting both respect and readiness. "Apologies if I kept you waiting." He directed his gaze to Matthew, seeking any signs of approval or disappointment. The silence in the room was palpable, and Roman could feel the air thick with the promise of challenges that lay ahead. No matter the competitive undertones that surrounded them, he was here to learn and grow with his peers, united in their pursuit of becoming Jedi.


 




As the door slid open and Jackie entered, lollipop in hand, Matthew greeted him with a warm, easy smile, eyes soft with patience. "Good to see you, Jackie," he said, his voice carrying a quiet assurance. "And yes, this is a group lesson. You're the first to arrive—take a moment to settle in."

When Roten followed, crossing his arms with a more serious expression, Matthew gave him a calm nod. "Well done, Roten. You found your way quickly," he said, acknowledging the underlying tension in his student's demeanor with an understanding tone. "I appreciate your promptness."

Finally, as Roman entered, his posture exuding calm and readiness, Matthew's smile widened, though it remained subtle. "No need to apologize, Roman," he said smoothly, dismissing any concern of lateness. "You're right on time, just as I expected."

Matthew then addressed them all, his expression reflecting both pride and a certain softness. "Congratulations, all of you. You've successfully found your way here without being led step by step. I'm pleased to see that each of you showed initiative in your own way, and that's important for the path we're about to take together."

He gestured to the space around them, the training room's formal atmosphere setting the tone. "This is where we'll gather for most of our lessons, and today we begin something fundamental."

His voice took on a more serious, yet still kind tone as he transitioned to the task ahead. "Jackie and Roten, you're new to the ways of the Jedi. Roman, with your help, we'll begin by exploring the Jedi Code—something that will shape not only your training, but the way you carry yourselves in every moment."

Matthew paused, his gaze moving from one Padawan to the next, ensuring each felt his encouragement. "Now, let's start by introducing the Code and what it means for each of you, much like the beliefs I hold dear from my own people. Roman if you could please recite the Jedi code for us?"
 






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With a confident posture, Roman stepped forward slightly, feeling the supportive energy radiating from Matthew and the eager anticipation from Jackie and Roten. His voice steady and clear, he began to recite the Jedi Code, every word echoing with the weight of tradition.

"There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no chaos; there is harmony.
There is no death; there is the Force."


As he spoke, Roman's eyes sparkled with conviction, a deep understanding flowing through him. He knew each tenet not just as lines to memorize but as guiding principles to live by. He cast a quick glance at Jackie, who munched on his lollipop in earnest interest, and then to Roten, who seemed to absorb the words with a frown of concentration.


 

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Location: The Exonerator
Tags: Matthew of Valendale Matthew of Valendale | Roten Roten | Roman Vossari Roman Vossari




They were getting congratulated for simply making it to class? Jackie didn’t think that that was some sort of test and wasn’t sure if he should feel positively or negatively about it. On one hand it seemed pretty easy and maybe was a testament to his own skill. Or maybe Matthew thought so little of the three of them that simply navigating the inside of their ship was an astonishing accomplishment. All the zeltron did was raise a deep blue brow as he sucked on his lolipop.

Jackie wasn’t aware of any sort of Jedi Code, so this was new information to him. Did this mean he had to pledge his allegiance to the order? The teen was still a bit on the fence about being a part of all of this. Roman was the most experienced of the three. He was a legitimate padawan after all. Jackie wondered if the tall red head was supposed to be a role model for himself and Roten.

But he listened carefully to what Roman said. Reciting the Jedi Code clearly and concisely. However Jackie viewed it more like some cryptic riddle. “It kinda sounds like, everything kinda has, like, and equal and opposite. But also not really?” Jackie replied rather inarticulately. To him it almost sounded rather absolutist.
 


"There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no chaos; there is harmony.
There is no death; there is the Force."

Roten frowned as he listened, taking in the code and thinking on it critically. What happened when these things weren't true? From the Bursantain's perspective the galaxy was a violent and chaotic place, every man for himself. Passion was rampant enough to leave orphans everywhere, chaos took the streets by storm in the form of black markets or gang warfare, and of course emotion always ran high in such situations. You'd sooner find someone willing to kill over a pint of spilled Corellian Whiskey. Yet this seemed so contradictory to all of that. Was that how the galaxy was meant to be or was that how they were meant to be?

"What happens in situations where these tenants aren't true?" Roten asked, though more in a curious way than disrespectful. "The armpits of the galaxy aren't just going to decide one day to give up passion and chaos. There are long-standing institutions that ensure that these places are kept violent and miserable, and people were naturally drawn to such things the moment they had the opportunity presented to them."

So what were they meant to do then? Something wasn't adding up.


 




Matthew let Roman's words settle in the air for a moment. The crisp recitation of the Jedi Code filled the space with a sense of tradition and timelessness, though he could feel the varied reactions from each of his students. Jackie's uncertainty, Roten's skepticism, and Roman's conviction blended into a an interesting moment.

With a calm smile, Matthew took a step forward, addressing them all with the patience of a seasoned teacher. He began slowly, knowing each of them needed a different thread of the Code to grasp onto.

"Roman, your recitation was perfect," he said, nodding to acknowledge the young Padawan's effort. "These lines have guided generations of Jedi through peace and war alike. But it's important to remember that the galaxy has changed, and we, as Jedi, must change with it. This version of the Jedi Code served a purpose once, but it's too rigid for the reality we face."

He turned toward Jackie, noting the raised brow and the lollipop that seemed to punctuate the young Zeltron's casual demeanor. "Jackie, you're not wrong," Matthew said acknowledging his student's observation. "It does sound like each concept has an opposite, a duality. But it's not as absolute as it might seem. The old code makes it sound like peace can only exist in the absence of emotion, or that serenity comes from suppressing passion. But that's not how life works—especially not for people like us."

He took a step closer, his tone shifting to one of quiet intensity. "That's why the New Jedi Order has adapted. We don't see the world in absolutes, because it isn't that simple. We embrace emotion—because it's natural. We don't reject ignorance, because the only way to grow is to accept that we have more to learn. That's why I wish to teach you this version of the Code:

'Emotion, yet peace.'
We all feel—anger, fear, joy, love—but we seek peace within those emotions, not the absence of them. We can't just bury them or pretend they don't exist, or we'll lose our way. True mastery is acknowledging your emotions and finding peace in the storm.

'Ignorance, yet knowledge.'
We all start with ignorance. We don't know everything, and we never will. But that doesn't mean we stay ignorant. We pursue knowledge, constantly. Curiosity and learning drive us forward. The galaxy is vast, and there's always more to understand.

'Passion, yet serenity.'
Passion gives us the strength to act when the time calls for it, but we can't let that passion control us. Serenity doesn't mean we lose passion—it means we can channel it, use it for good. Jedi are not emotionless; we're calm, even in the midst of our strongest desires.

'Chaos, yet harmony.'
The galaxy is a chaotic place. Wars, criminals, corruption—it feels like chaos rules. But if you look deeper, the Force is always there, weaving things together. It's our role to find the harmony within the chaos, not by controlling it, but by understanding how to navigate it.

'Death, yet the Force.'

And finally, death. It's not the end. Through the Force, we continue. Death is a transformation, a return to something larger. The Force is eternal, and in it, we find our purpose beyond this life."


Matthew paused, looking directly at Roten, sensing the Bursantain's thoughtful challenge. "Now, to your point, Roten," he began, his voice calm and understanding. "The galaxy, as you've seen, is often far from these ideals. Violence, passion, chaos—they thrive in the darker corners. And you're right: there are systems, people, and entire planets built on maintaining that suffering."

He let the weight of those words hang for a moment. "But the Code isn't about denying that reality. It's about recognizing that, despite the chaos and darkness, there's another way. We don't force the galaxy to change overnight, nor can we make everyone live by these principles. What we do is carry the Code within us and offer a different path—through action, through example."

Matthew's gaze swept across all three of them, the gravity of his words reflected in his voice. "Our role as Jedi isn't to impose these truths on the galaxy. It's to live them, even when the galaxy seems to contradict them. We strive for peace while acknowledging emotion. We search for harmony while standing in the midst of chaos. And yes, the armpits of the galaxy may stay violent for a long time—but every action we take, every person we save or inspire, brings the galaxy a step closer to that balance."

He let out a slow breath. "This Code isn't meant to be easy. It's meant to remind you that even in the darkest moments, there's a light—a way forward. It's not about perfection, but about striving for something greater. That's what it means to be a Jedi."

He stepped back, his eyes full of expectation. "Now, I want each of you to reflect on this. The Code is personal. You'll find your own way to live by it. But remember, the galaxy won't hand you these ideals. You'll have to carve them out yourselves—moment by moment."


Matthew seemed to have had a whole lecture prepared, almost as if he had anticipated this moment well in advance. He moved gracefully to the back of the room, his long white cloak sweeping behind him with a soft rustle. "Feel free to take a seat," he said, his tone both welcoming and authoritative. "Today, we'll take it slow… we'll start by going over these concepts. My job is to provide you with the resources and teachings you need to grow into respectable, bright young men."

As he spoke, Matthew picked up a dark, lacquered box with elegant silver accents, its surface gleaming under the soft lighting of the nearly empty room. There were seats lining the walls, recessed into the architecture like inviting alcoves, giving each of them the option to sit comfortably on the couches or take a spot on the floor. The choice was theirs, but the quiet, focused atmosphere made it clear that today was the beginning of something important.

"And for some of you," Matthew continued, "you may have already discovered that part of my role involves enforcing strict discipline. My priority is your health and safety, whether you like it or not." His tone was firm but not unkind. "It's my responsibility to be a role model—to demonstrate the behaviors, attitudes, and methods I want you to learn and emulate. My goal is to provide you with knowledge, understanding, and guidance wherever possible. I will do my best to ensure I do right by each of you."

He cast a knowing glance at both Roten and Jackie before softening his expression slightly. "But today," he added with a smile, "is a day for celebration. And I have gifts for each of you."
 






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Roman felt the weight of Matthew's words settle within him like a warm cloak against the chill of uncertainty. He had always had an idea of what the Jedi Code meant, with its elegant phrasing and unyielding principles. But now, hearing his teacher articulate the nuances, he found himself grappling with a deeper understanding.

As he glanced at Jackie, who still twirled his lollipop with casual nonchalance, and Roten, whose brow furrowed in contemplation, Roman sensed that they were all on the cusp of something transformative. The flicker of doubt in Jackie's expression and the thoughtful stance of Roten intrigued him, they were each wrestling with the same knowledge but wrestling with it in very different ways.

Roman sat up a little straighter, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He had always believed in the ideals of the Jedi, but Matthew was urging them to adapt, to embrace the complexities of the galaxy. It was exhilarating, but also intimidating. The thought of reshaping the teachings he had held dear made him question everything he thought he knew.

He leaned forward, eager to dive into the conversation to voice his newfound thoughts, but the sight of Matthew's calm assurance grounded him. The Master had a way of framing difficult concepts that made them feel achievable, and Roman wanted to harness that wisdom.

When Matthew mentioned that the Code was personal, Roman felt a flicker of inspiration. This was his chance to explore his own path as a Jedi, to carve out his own beliefs in the ever-shifting realities of the galaxy. He could feel the echoes of the past blending with the present, and it ignited a spark of determination within him.

As Matthew moved gracefully to the back of the room, revealing the dark, lacquered box, Roman's anticipation grew. Gifts for them all. He wondered what wisdom or token might be contained within, something that could further guide his journey.


 

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Location: The Exonerator
Tags: Matthew of Valendale Matthew of Valendale | Roten Roten | Roman Vossari Roman Vossari




Roten also had his own questions as well. Expressing valid concerns it seemed about approaching the code too broadly, as a one size fits all solution on how to approach things. Matthew was quick however, to answer their questions. Conveying to Jackie too how much their mentor had to have been pre planning this whole lesson. Especially considering how much and how well Matthew was speaking. The pink teen could see it then in his mind's eye, their master practicing saying all this in an empty room. An amusing thought, but one he tried not to let himself get too distracted by.

But the more they talked about this the more it seemed to settle into Jackie. Being put into a world now with completely outlandish expectations of him. He couldn’t really see it for himself yet. Jedi were badass mystics. He’d certainly never been able to break apart a building with his mind or jump several dozen feet into the air. It made him wonder if this might be something that everyone could do. If everyone had the potential to become a Jedi, and that it was just kept from the wider galaxy. Jackie just had a hard time understanding why he was here. What did Matthew see in him?

Romen definitely seemed far more archetypal for a jedi. From what he has seen at least. Meanwhile Roten actually seemed more invested in what was going on. Which had the zeltron feeling out of place. But Jackie snapped out of his contemplation as Matthew said that he had gifts for the three of them.

“Celebration and gift giving? Is it some kind of holiday?” Jackie asked curiously, not actually trying to come off as sarcastic. As far as he knew everyone in the room had come from a unique culture and background. So he genuinely thought that Matthew could be referring to some sort of holiday from his own homeworld, or even some sort of Jedi custom.
 


"This Code isn't meant to be easy. It's meant to remind you that even in the darkest moments, there's a light—a way forward. It's not about perfection, but about striving for something greater. That's what it means to be a Jedi."

He stepped back, his eyes full of expectation. "Now, I want each of you to reflect on this. The Code is personal. You'll find your own way to live by it. But remember, the galaxy won't hand you these ideals. You'll have to carve them out yourselves—moment by moment."

No pressure.

Roten couldn't help but perplexed by all of these things that were being told to him. This 'updated' code made a little more sense, yet even still it seemed so... confusing. Was it enough to just ensure that these principles were upheld by yourself? If they were intended to be the right way to live should they not be enforced? Yet all the same the Jedi did not seek governance. It felt more like suggestion then, rather than a clearly defined code.

His thoughts were interrupted by the mention of a gift. The Bursantian's ears perked up, a confused expression appearing on his face.


"Oh. What... are we celebrating, boss?"

 




Matthew offered Roten and Jackie a strange, knowing, coy smile. "Your induction as my students," he said, his voice full of warmth. "The momentous occasion of each of you being officially recognized as my students from here on out."

Matthew stood before the three Padawans, holding a box with several finely crafted silver-colored beads. Each bead was carved with intricate symbols representing the Jedi Trials, and at their center was a small void—an empty section designed to hold a gem or glass piece that would be added upon completing each trial.

He held one of the beads up to the light, turning it slightly so the carvings caught the soft glow of the room. "These beads represent your journey as Jedi," he began, his voice calm yet filled with purpose. "They are empty now, but over time, as you face and pass each of the Jedi Trials, a gem will be added to the void. This will mark your progress toward becoming full-fledged Jedi Knights."


- Crossed Blades (Trial of Skill): He pointed to the carving of crossed blades. "This symbol represents the Trial of Skill—your mastery of lightsaber techniques and the Force in combat. It will test your precision, your reflexes, and your control."

- Phoenix Rising (Trial of Courage): He turned the bead slightly to reveal a carving of a phoenix rising. "The Trial of Courage will challenge your bravery. It's about facing danger without hesitation, finding your strength in the face of overwhelming odds."

- Broken Chain (Trial of the Flesh): The next symbol was a broken chain wrapped around an open hand. "The Trial of the Flesh represents endurance—whether physical or emotional. This trial tests how you handle sacrifice and suffering, and how you can rise above it."

- Eye of the Force (Trial of the Spirit): He indicated the symbol of the Eye of the Force. "The Trial of the Spirit will force you to look inward. It's not about external challenges, but about facing your own fears, your darkness. Only by confronting these can you truly grow as a Jedi."

- Open Book (Trial of Insight): Finally, he pointed to the open book. "This symbol represents the Trial of Insight—your ability to perceive hidden truths, to see beyond the obvious, and solve complex problems. It is a test of wisdom and knowledge."

Matthew held up two more silver-colored beads, each with intricate carvings symbolizing the final trials that lay ahead. His gaze shifted between the three Padawans, knowing that their journey would be defined not just by their individual growth, but also by how they worked together and led others.

Matthew started with the first bead, turning it slightly so that the light highlighted the delicate carving of a crown.

"This is the symbol for the Trial of Leadership," he began, his voice calm yet filled with gravity. "Leadership is not about commanding others, but guiding them with wisdom and humility. The crown you see here represents the burden and honor of leading, especially when the stakes are high. This trial will test your ability to make decisions that affect not just yourself, but those around you. In this galaxy, true leadership is not about power—it's about responsibility."

He then turned his attention to the second bead, which bore the image of a braided rope.

"This bead represents the Trial of Teamwork," he said, smiling slightly as he glanced between them. "The braided rope is a symbol of strength in unity. Alone, each strand is weak, but woven together, they form something strong and unbreakable. This trial is about learning to trust one another, to rely on your peers in moments of difficulty, and to recognize that sometimes, the path forward requires more than just individual effort."

Matthew held both beads up for the three Padawans to see clearly, his tone becoming more personal. "Leadership and teamwork go hand in hand. As Jedi, you will often be required to lead, but you will also need to work alongside others, recognizing their strengths and contributions. Both of these beads—like all of the others—have an empty spot, a void, waiting to be filled with a gem once you've passed these trials. These final tests will be as much about your connection to the people around you as they are about your own growth."

He took a breath and continued, his words carrying a sense of weight and significance. "The galaxy is vast, and there will be moments when you will need to lead others through the darkest times. But never forget: even the strongest leaders cannot act alone. They need others—just as you will need one another in the trials to come."

He gave each of them a steady look. "Wear them proudly, and fill them with gems when you have truly earned them."

Matthew looked at each Padawan, his gaze serious yet encouraging. "Now, each of you will receive a red band—marking your independent study. This signifies that you are ready to begin making decisions about your own learning and focus."

He held up another bead, this one gold in color. "This gold bead represents your training in lightsaber combat, or weapons training. It is something I expect each of you to master, regardless of your personal focuses. You'll all need this skill to defend yourselves and others."

With that, Matthew handed each Padawan their red silken band and gold bead, signifying their shared commitment to saber combat training.

Matthew then addressed each student individually, beginning with Roman.

Matthew offered Roman a green bead alongside his red band and gold bead. "Roman, you have a natural talent for diplomacy. Your ambition to become a diplomat is clear, and this green bead represents your focus on consular studies and your ability to mediate conflict. You'll be trained not just in lightsaber combat, but in the ways of the mind and heart, seeking balance and wisdom."

- For Roten, Matthew handed him a black bead in addition to the red band and gold bead. "Roten, your strength lies in your ability to navigate difficult and dangerous situations. The black bead marks your focus on covert operations—hunting, fighting, and surviving in places where others might not. This is where you'll hone your tactical skills, blending in with the shadows while mastering the art of combat."

- Finally, Matthew gave Jackie a blue bead along with the red band and gold bead. "Jackie, your love for mechanics sets you apart. This blue bead symbolizes your focus on mechanics and technology. You'll learn to repair, design, and maintain the tools that will aid us, whether it's on the battlefield or in the workshop."

Matthew stepped back, his gaze filled with quiet pride. "Each of you has your own path to follow, and these beads represent the areas in which I believe you will excel. Your journey is just beginning, and I will guide you through it. But know this: the trials ahead will test you, and when you fill the empty spaces in your silver beads with the gems of success, you will have earned them."

Matthew was not finished. From the box, he withdrew something else—small, intricately crafted pins. Each pin featured a woven crescent moon crossed with a traditional sword, its blade made from a gleaming opal that shimmered in the light. The moon's delicate strands were woven from gold, set against a deep royal blue backing.

He held one up for the Padawans to see, the light catching the opal blade as it glowed softly. "Where I come from, we raise squires to become knights," Matthew began, his voice steady and filled with significance. "This is my personal symbol—a crescent moon and sword. It marks you as my students, under my guardianship and my responsibility."

He let the weight of his words settle before continuing, his gaze firm as it met each of theirs. "As I represent you, so too do you represent me. Our actions will reflect upon one another, for both good and ill. You wear this symbol not just for yourselves, but for all who stand under my guidance."

He carefully handed each of them a pin, his tone shifting to one of solemn pride. "Wear them with honor, and remember what you represent from this day forward. Every choice you make, every challenge you face, you do so as part of this family, this lineage. Let this symbol remind you of that responsibility and the bond we now share."

Matthew stepped back, his eyes softening as he looked over the three. "You are no longer just students, nor am I just your teacher. We are bound by this commitment, and together, we will shape the legacy of what it means to walk the path of the Jedi. Wear this with pride, and know that wherever you go, you carry not just your own name—but mine as well."

After the solemnity of the ceremony, Matthew paused for a moment, then smiled mischievously. His tone lightened, a spark of humor in his eyes. "Now, before we conclude, I have one more task for the three of you—a mission, if you will."

He withdrew a small datapad from his robes, presenting it with an air of importance, though his grin betrayed the real intent. "Your first official missive from me as your master. And I expect you to handle it with the same gravity and focus as any other mission. "

Matthew handed them the datapad. "I want the three of you to decide, together, what kind of dinner should be served tonight for our celebration. One meal, one choice—agreed upon by all."

He raised an eyebrow. "And no, you can't simply vote. It must be unanimous. Discuss, debate, compromise. Whether it's Nerf steaks, rations, or a traditional Jedi stew—you have to come to an agreement. After all, a Jedi must know how to navigate far more difficult decisions than choosing what to eat."

Matthew folded his arms, "Consider this your first lesson in teamwork. I'll await your answer, and remember—it's not about the food. It's about how you handle the challenge."

With that, he left the three Padawans standing with the task that, on the surface, seemed laughably simple—yet he knew that differing tastes, opinions, and stubbornness could turn dinner into their first real test of compromise and collaboration.
 






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As Master Matthew left the room, Roman felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. He silently thanked the Jedi Master for the thoughtful gifts: the lessons in patience, collaboration, and the spirit of friendship. Though he didn't vocalize his appreciation, warmth spread through him as he looked at the small datapad, the weight of responsibility resting firmly in his hands. This wasn't just a mission--it felt like a rite of passage.

Turning towards his fellow Padawans, Roten and Jackie, he sensed the air charged with a blend of excitement and apprehension. "So… dinner," he began, forcing a casual tone despite the hum of nervous energy in his gut. "We need to figure out what we want to eat. I think we should go with Nerf steaks."

Roman leaned forward, his eyes alight with enthusiasm. "I mean, why not? Rations are fine when you're on a distant mission, but tonight is a celebration! And traditional Jedi stew, while comforting, just doesn't have the same appeal as a nicely grilled steak. Plus, the taste--I can almost imagine it now, juicy and flavorful." He paused, observing his friends. "What do you think?"

As he awaited their responses, the slight rumbling of his stomach reminded him that while the prospect of a celebration was thrilling, so was the thought of something delicious. Yet, doubt crept in at the edges of his mind. This could be a test, one that measured more than just their taste in food. Each Padawan would have their preferences, and he wondered how passionate they would be about their choices.

 

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Jackie did his best to take in what Matthew was telling them. Trying to make sense of all the symbolism with the beads and what each one represented. As if he was going to be tested on this in the future. This was all still very new to him so he wasn’t expecting to receive a small colored bead like the other two. But it did communicate to the young zeltron that Matthew did take note of him and his interests into consideration which certainly spoke to him. Also that Matthew didn’t seem like he wanted to ‘reinvent’ Jackie as a person like he feared when he was getting brought into this new life.

Then of course came their first test as a group. A plan for their master to force the trio to work together. Roman was the first to speak up about it and Jackie listened, they seemed to second the idea brought forwards by Matthew about Nerf Steaks. But Jackie gave the tall padawan a curious look. “What’s a Nerf?” The ignorant zeltron asked. His culinary background was very limited given where he was from. Most nice foods were imported, and well out of his reach as a kid. “Is it like a bird or something?” Funny enough, unbeknownst to Jackie, was that the black leather jacket that he always wore was made from genuine Nerf leather.

“Oh if we can have anything we should get some whisky too to go with it. Wait! No, let’s have tequila instead.” Jackie said rather enthusiastically. Excited about the idea of drinking something alcoholic and to contribute a suggestion for their meal.
 


"Roten, your strength lies in your ability to navigate difficult and dangerous situations. The black bead marks your focus on covert operations—hunting, fighting, and surviving in places where others might not. This is where you'll hone your tactical skills, blending in with the shadows while mastering the art of combat."

The shadows. Ironic that he'd wind up there.

Maybe it was something he'd never truly escape.

Before long they were talking about what to do for food. They had to come to an agreement, apparently, but immediately there was a problem. Roman wanted nerf steak, Jackie had no idea what nerf was, and him? To say he didn't have a taste for slaughterhouse meat was an understatement. If they were gonna have steak it had better be fresh, free range, and high quality. He'd rather hunt, but that was the hand he was dealt...

Or was it?

"Steak is acceptable, but I'd like to make an ultimatum," Roten stated. "There can be no qualms about what we eat if we hunt the game ourselves. If our task is simply agreeing, I believe we should work for our meal. The meat is better freshly hunted anyways."


 

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Roman glanced between Jackie and Roten, a bewildered expression crossing his face as he absorbed the comments that had just been thrown into the mix. "Wait, hold on," he said, raising a hand for silence as he regained his composure. "What exactly is a Nerf? I know it sounds fancy and all, but aren't we just talking about steak here?"

He studied Jackie, who genuinely seemed puzzled, and turned his attention to Roten, who was making what he thought was a rather peculiar ultimatum. "Hunting? Really?" Roman replied, a chuckle escaping his lips. "I mean, if we can just have a nice dinner of Nerf steaks without turning it into some grand adventure, wouldn't that save time? And honestly, I trust Matthew to get us a good cut. It's not like he would serve us something that didn't meet standards.... right?"

His excitement began to wane just a touch, the thought of slaving away in the heat of the sun in pursuit of dinner feeling less appealing by the minute. "I get wanting to make it special, but we're supposed to be celebrating our trials tonight, not turning dinner into a side quest. What's the fun in that?"

Roman looked back at Jackie, who had brightened at the thought of tequila, and felt a small spark of mischief. "Unless you two have some other impressive dish in mind, I'm all for leaving the hunting to the experienced types. Maybe we could just add swoop racing to the mix instead? We can always celebrate victory afterward."
 

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Jackie noted that neither of them really answered his question about what a nerf was. So he was just gonna need to trust that Roman knew what he was talking about. “Yeah I wouldn’t really wanna hunt for my food. I don’t know nothing about all that, and what if I hunt something that I don’t like?” Jackie retorted to what Roten suggested. “I think I would need to agree with Roman on this one.”

So far too it seemed like neither of them had any issue or rebuttals over what he suggested for drinks. He wondered if he should push his luck more and request for fancy pants cigarras as well. But chose instead to keep that idea merely to himself and not ruin a good thing. Jackie had never actually had tequila before, he just heard about it being fancy. Most booze from where he was from was super cheap and pretty strong.

“Swoop racing afterwards does sound fun. However, could I really be excited over getting to race against you two? I know I will win after all.” Jackie said with a high degree of smugness. Even if they were padawans he still felt confident that he would blow them out of the water once on a swoop since he’d been riding for years now.
 

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