Private Introducing the Jedi Way

[Kat Decoria]

Location: Coruscant Temple
Outfit: This
Tag: Olaya Astrapí

Kat let her fingers comb through her hair as she sat at her desk and thought long and hard about the tasks of the day. She had been unsure of the tasks that she needed to get done, some involved paperwork and her headspace was just not embracing the need to write or comprehend the list of tasks and patient files that she had to scroll through. Days like these were the worst for her as she felt only slightly braindead and in desperate need of someone to take over the tasks for her. Leaning back in her chair, she closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, she was not going to suffer a stress migraine if she could help it. Especially over something so trivia, at least it would be trivia on some days, today it felt like a mountain to climb. Perhaps a break, a stroll around, talking to herself about the work would alleviate some of the issues. It sounded a little crazy, especially if others heard her talking to herself but the process allowed her to break down the necessary tasks and simplify everything. Make it simple, achieve small tasks, get the work done. That was always how she worked and for now it was effective.

Wandering the Temple hallways with a caf in hand, Kat mumbled over the different goals and numbers. Crunching through the tasks as effectively as she could. What was needed for each case and how to break up the day's tasks. Taking a long sip of the second caf she had that morning, Kat was sure she had forgotten something that had been arranged for the day. Some task or job that she had been given but her mind couldn't think past the mental block of just something being laid on the side. It wasn't till her datapad beeped an alert at her that it triggered the memory of agreeing to meet with a new Jedi Padawan. An older student who had a history in the medical field. Kat groaned at how forgetful she could have been with such an important meeting that was building connections and inspiring Padawans, it was no good being late and making sure a poor first impression. She was just thankful that she had set an alert in case she overran or simply forgot like she had.

Rushing around the hallways, Kat made sure to finish the caf and dump it in a bin. Arriving at the meeting room, she smoothed her robes, combed her hair to not look so frazzled and entered the room. Breathing calmly, she didn't want to let the new Padawan know that she had been so forgetful or scattered brain about the whole meeting. It was bad enough to appear that way to her superiors. No, Kat went in with a polite smile and welcoming presence.

"Hey, sorry for the wait. Kat Decoria, I'm a Force Healer. Was going over paperwork and lost track of time it seems." Kat was honest but didn't drop in her confidence, "I read that you are new to the Force? How are you feeling about it all?" It can be daunting joining the Temple at a later age, Kat had been an adult when discovering her Force powers and it was not always the easiest, especially being around others more skilled yet much younger.

 

[Olaya Astrapí]

Olaya Astrapi paced the room. Restless. Nervous. What was taking the Jedi so long?? Did she forget??? No, no Jedi could be that forgetful! They were Jedi! As she paced around, the doctor paused frequently in front of the mirror to check on her appearance. Obsessive. Agitated.

Did this healer decide that Olaya was simply not worth her time?

Olaya shivered as she brushed strands of hair back into place. Fearful. Hopeless.

She smoothed out her new Jedi Robes. The loose cloth was... insanely comfortable. If she had known the Jedi's garb was nicer than even fuzzy pajamas, she would had left her mother and joined the Jedi way sooner! But with her thoughts on the mission at hand, the doctor just turned away from the mirror and started pacing again.

Then, the door opened. In stepped the Jedi. She appeared calm and collected despite being late. Olaya paused as she approached her. Instantly, she observed her physicality. Echani. A warrior race from a planet of dark history. And yet, here she stood, a Jedi healer. A couple years earlier, Olaya would have judged her for simply being Echani. Now? As an Arkanian who knew of both her own personal sins and the faults of her species, she was inspired by Master Decoria's being here.

And, she was a healer. Perhaps, she knew about her own world of being a doctor...

Despite being annoyed, and perhaps visibly so, about her tardiness, she was relieved she had come at all.

As she spoke, Olaya nodded and listened with silent observation. She stood tall, despite her previous nervousness, and responded.

"I am Olaya Astrapi, a doctor and new Padawan. Yes, I am completely new at this. I have been studying intensively in the library, reading books and observing public holocrons. I already have been starting on learning the basics of the Force. Would you like to observe?"

Was she desperate to prove she was capable at all? Absolutely. She was eager to show how quickly she had learned telekinesis. But what if she asked for more than that? Would Decoria ask to see her meditate? Would she ask her to prove she could sense her emotions? Oh kark no! She was unable to meditate at all! And she could not sense anything! Suddenly burdened with all she had to prove, that she was not a failure at being a Jedi, she only hoped that the Jedi would let her show her the telekinesis she had under her belt.

So how was she , one might ask? She felt hopeless, clueless, and terrified. Her mother had always treated her terribly for even the smallest failure. How would the Jedi respond?

Of course, the question of how she was feeling immediately translated to "prove yourself." She simply did not know any better. Ironic, that the doctor here perhaps needed healing the most. And some more self awareness.

Kat Decoria

 

[Kat Decoria]

Location: Coruscant Temple
Outfit: This
Tag: Olaya Astrapí

It didn't take much for Kat to sense and recognise the spiralling emotions of fear and crushing pressure that one could put on themselves. Placing her datapad away, Kat approached the Padawan and placed a hand on her shoulder. Giving it a firm but reassuring squeeze, "there is no need to attempt to impress me. Doing your best and working hard is all anyone here expects and seems that you have gotten ahead on that." Kat offered a warm smile, "I understand that it can be scary being in a new environment and undertaking an entirely new path for your life. I started out as a simple mechanic in the Silver Jedi army, eventually becoming a Jedi and thinking I would be a warrior, to the person I am today, a healer and living my life best I can. I want you to know that life can be fluid and you can adjust, just never let the fear take hold."

Emotions were a tricky thing to handle, especially for older students but it was because of this that it was important to stress the need to find the calm. "If you still wish, I would be more than happy to see what you can do. I hold no expectations, and just excited to help you begin your journey." Kat stated as she grinned a little wider to reveal the brilliant white teeth. "However, if you feel to nervous now to do that, we can wait and just sit and talk. Get to know one another and I can provide some answers to your questions if you hold any about the Jedi." Outsiders could see the Jedi as mysterious, even dangerous, people and it was important to extend the positive and kind arm that the Jedi wished to be perceived as.

"I read a little on your file that you were previously a doctor. Must be a big life adjustment switching from what was a very intense and stressful job to a role that insists you must calm and not let your emotions get to you." Kat hoped to start the conversation there. Offer some understanding of working in that field and the differences it holds to the Jedi lifestyle. "I will say the caf here is better than most hospitals that I worked in." She laughed, a joke to ease the tension within Olaya.