Alkesh Vizsla
Rotten Showstopper
Sullust
Despite leaving the Republic for what she considered greener pastures, she found the Alliance and the NJO placed similarly daunting tasks in front of her. Thankfully, that had never been the problem with her past companions - Olivia liked a challenge, especially one that required her to prove her commitment to her chosen path in life. But...for the life of her, she still couldn’t figure out where she was supposed to be going in the maze of their buildings. This would be the third time she’d gotten lost in as many tasks, and it was beginning to become troublesome. Had she hit her head too hard in a training session a few months back? Was her usually good sense of direction suddenly lost to her?
Pondering that question, she took another turn, semi-relieved when she thought she recognized where she was. That morning she was scheduled to meet with a Master to see where her skills fell on the spectrum of the other Padawans and force-users working within the Alliance. Olivia had come to them with prior training and they had assured her the morning was not so much a test as a demonstration to help figure out where and with whom she might be placed.
Despite that assurance, she still felt butterflies in her stomach.
She had to bite the inside of her cheek to hold back a groan when she realized that she did in fact recognize where she was - a series of glass hallways built to cross-cross themselves and make it easier to access other parts of one of the Alliance’s underground headquarters, each arching over an artificial garden cultivated in volcanic soil underneath them. The plants gave off a reddish glow she imagined was meant to mimic the warmth of the sun, but did nothing for her as she realized she was going to be late. Again. If her decorum teachers back on Hapes could see her now…
She noticed a taller man with long, dark hair - a Jedi by the looks of him, though looks didn’t account for much she was learning - walking in the opposite direction of her and she worked up the pluck to speak up as he passed.
“Excuse me, sir...I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the training rooms. I’m really lost…” she admitted, her tone suggesting this was not the first time.
Despite leaving the Republic for what she considered greener pastures, she found the Alliance and the NJO placed similarly daunting tasks in front of her. Thankfully, that had never been the problem with her past companions - Olivia liked a challenge, especially one that required her to prove her commitment to her chosen path in life. But...for the life of her, she still couldn’t figure out where she was supposed to be going in the maze of their buildings. This would be the third time she’d gotten lost in as many tasks, and it was beginning to become troublesome. Had she hit her head too hard in a training session a few months back? Was her usually good sense of direction suddenly lost to her?
Pondering that question, she took another turn, semi-relieved when she thought she recognized where she was. That morning she was scheduled to meet with a Master to see where her skills fell on the spectrum of the other Padawans and force-users working within the Alliance. Olivia had come to them with prior training and they had assured her the morning was not so much a test as a demonstration to help figure out where and with whom she might be placed.
Despite that assurance, she still felt butterflies in her stomach.
She had to bite the inside of her cheek to hold back a groan when she realized that she did in fact recognize where she was - a series of glass hallways built to cross-cross themselves and make it easier to access other parts of one of the Alliance’s underground headquarters, each arching over an artificial garden cultivated in volcanic soil underneath them. The plants gave off a reddish glow she imagined was meant to mimic the warmth of the sun, but did nothing for her as she realized she was going to be late. Again. If her decorum teachers back on Hapes could see her now…
She noticed a taller man with long, dark hair - a Jedi by the looks of him, though looks didn’t account for much she was learning - walking in the opposite direction of her and she worked up the pluck to speak up as he passed.
“Excuse me, sir...I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the training rooms. I’m really lost…” she admitted, her tone suggesting this was not the first time.
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