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Today was Orientation Day. The Veridian Jedi Temple, finally complete, stood ready to welcome new students. Since its founding, Tirin had been guiding its development, especially the medical retreat where he kept a watchful eye over Aliris Tremiru Aliris Tremiru

The temple's doors were open to students from all reaches. Inside the grand auditorium, students began to gather, their quiet murmurings mixing with faint echoes. Some clustered in familiar groups, exchanging smiles, whilst others were reaching out to make new connections.

At the front, Knights and Masters prepared to give their welcoming speeches. After the addresses, students would be free to explore the temple grounds and select their quarters if they hadn't already, marking a fresh start of their educational journey in this new sanctuary.

Loomi Loomi Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el Aliris Tremiru Aliris Tremiru Thea Nyko Thea Nyko Tula Kazak Tula Kazak Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Vera Noble Vera Noble Jin'lian Jin'lian Graddle Graddle Oros Oros Kitter Bitters Kitter Bitters Samuel Creed Samuel Creed Kassogtha Cthylla Kassogtha Cthylla Kuzon Lu’Ten Kuzon Lu’Ten

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A speech. Just his luck.

It did make sense. After all, Tirin would be wanting his faculty to make themselves known to the students they would be teaching. Jasper was and had been a teacher before this. He just wasn't the greatest at public addresses. It was a miracle he managed to get by as a councilmember, while being a Knight no less.

But Battlemaster was a different sort of role. It was the responsibility to prepare a population of Jedi Padawans for the inevitability of combat. Jasper had seen it before. Young promising students rushing off to fight, only to return in a box. That's if they had any part of them left to return at all. Now, with students directly following his council for combat, Jasper all but knew that the responsibility of these lives would fall on him. To do his job properly was to see these young Jedi through to knighthood and increase their survival rates.

To fail? That was something that didn't need to be stated. Jasper sighed, slouching back into his seat as he watched the wave of new arrivals begin to pour into the orientation hall.

At least he didn't have to talk first. It would buy him a little time.


 
Thea Nyko strode into the grand auditorium with confident steps, her robes swishing lightly as she took in the gathered Jedi from Padawans to Masters. She watched the new students trickle in, eyes sharp as they scanned the faces; some eager, some nervous, others trying hard to mask how intimidated they felt. Thea didn't mind having to give a little speech as a Jedi Knight, as she saw it as a way for them to get a sense of who she is. So she stood off where the other Knights and Masters were waiting their turns to speak.
 
Graddle sat in one of the faculty chairs, her small feet curled into into her thighs in a relaxed and reverent pose. Her green eyes watched the stream of Padawans file into the auditorium, studying each young face as it looked up to regard the line of instructors gathered in chairs that sat next to one another.

Young faces in hard contrast to the lines of wisdom that were etched into her own green skin. She probed a bit with the Force, feeling various auras as she reached out - as soft and gentle as a summer wind - and touched the minds of these promising young lives.

Her ears dipped low in a playful sign of curiosity and she turned to address the Master sitting next to her.

Hmm. Nervous, these Padawans are. Bouncing all around us through the Force, their emotions are. But promising! How promising! Nervous, yes. But strong. Very strong, they are. Her voice glided through the Force, heard by the Jedi gathered closest to her.
 


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Braze was still recovering from the rather jarring events he'd faced recently, leaving him feeling listless, drained in a way that seemed to ache through his bones. Maybe this was a good time to gather his thoughts. There was plenty he could accomplish at a quiet school, a place where he could focus on the small things—his studies, and maybe even building a little circle of new friends.

His thoughts drifted to the people in his life, lingering on memories of them, one by one. Aliris Tremiru Aliris Tremiru came to mind. He realized he could pay her more visits now. That might be nice, he thought—a chance to settle into something calm, somewhere untouched by everything that had gone wrong.

 




Tirin made his final preparations for his welcome speech to the new students. Everything had been carefully arranged, and he took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day. He glanced around the training grounds, ensuring each detail was perfect—nothing out of place for this important milestone.

Yet, even amid all the meticulous organization, he couldn't shake a sense of sorrow that tugged at his heart. He paused by a window, looking out across the lush courtyard, his mind drifting to Aliris Tremiru. The little blonde, vibrant and promising, was now in a coma. She was in the bacta tank, her life suspended in that fluid, and every time he thought of her, it felt as if something fragile was left unresolved. What happened to her on Lothal still gnawed at him, an unanswered question lingering like a shadow.

This morning had been no different. Before getting to his other duties, he had made his quiet visit to Aliris. He'd grown used to the soft gurgling sound of the bacta tank, the blue light glowing across the medbay, bathing everything in a blue hue. Tirin had spoken to her again—about the academy, about the new students who were arriving today, about how they were all excited to be here, starting their journey.

"You know, Aliris,"
he said softly, his voice almost swallowed by the rhythmic bubbling, "I think you would like them. The new students, they remind me a little of you—so eager, so full of life. They don't know it yet, but they're going to be amazing. Just like you. I often talk to them about perseverance, about strength, but it's you who truly showed me what those words mean. The way you keep fighting, even when everything seems so... impossible."

He paused, glancing up at her floating form, the stillness in the bacta.

"I wish you could be there today," he whispered, his voice catching. "I promise you, Aliris, we're all waiting for you to come back. And when you do, there'll be a place for you here—right where you belong." He told her how proud he was of her, that her strength had inspired the academy. He didn't know if she could hear him, but it didn’t matter. Talking to her brought him comfort, and maybe, just maybe, somewhere deep in the tank, it gave her something too.

 

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Thoughts were muted, in this long, long sleep. Aliris didn't know up from down, only that she was, at some point, floating. When had she gotten there? What had brought her to this state in the first place? The muted voice of someone familiar filled her ears as she slowly started to open her eyes. Bacta. She'd been in one of these before. That realization was the only thing keeping her from completely freaking out.

Slowly, though, she started to look around. Let her eyes focus.

Tirin Raene Tirin Raene .

She knew them. Knew that face. They were- the memory of what happened pulled at her head next. Panic. She wasn't there any more, but where were the others. What happened to Braze Braze ? To Loomi Loomi ? She needed to know. She hit the glass. Get me out. Tell me what happened. The words never escaped, but she screamed them regardless. Aliris needed to know.
 

The words never escaped, but she screamed them regardless. Aliris needed to know.

Aliris.

Loomi could feel her friend strongly the moment she stepped through the doors. That was a connection that she could never forget. She was supposed to be attending an orientation, the first official opening of her Master's academy, but suddenly none of that mattered. The Godoan broke out into a sprint, finding the nearest doorway that lead deeper into the depths of the temple. She scrambled her way frantically down the halls, sharply turning and even slamming into corners as she rushed to Aliris's room. She all but threw the door open to get in, paying no mind to her master at all.

Loomi walked past Tirin at the sight of Aliris bringing her hand up to strike the glass. The young padawan's hands fell onto the bakta tank. The air swelled with Force energy, the glass of the tank cracking into thousands of pieces. They didn't shatter violently, instead floating apart. Suspended in air.

The bakta flooded out, partly sloshing Loomi as it past and settled at the lowest point in the room: the floor. She hardly noticed. The Godoan had been waiting to catch her friend in her arms, keeping her from falling over when the fluid had dispersed from the tank. It was a hug, and a tight one at that, desperate to hold onto Aliris's slippery form. Loomi herself was all but sobbing, her face covered in tears, which were even emitting from her lame eye. A sniffle was nowhere close to strong enough to keep the snot from dripping out of her nose.


"I missed you..."

It had been years by now, yet suddenly it was as though she was back in the moment where her friend had been lost. Like all that time suddenly disappeared.

 

Hmm. Nervous, these Padawans are. Bouncing all around us through the Force, their emotions are. But promising! How promising! Nervous, yes. But strong. Very strong, they are.

"I still remember when I began my training properly," Jasper remarked. "Granted, I imagine I was probably the worst student of my generation, but I suppose we all make do."

He had really been a disaster. It was always a struggle for him to compete with his peers when he was a Padawan, yet it was him who would rise to lead the next generation when the war had finally passed. He didn't know why. All Jasper knew how to do was answer when he was called to serve. That was worth something, at least, if the Council was to be the judge. They chose him to sit amongst them for a time, after all.

"They will do well," he stated with confidence. "The future is not as bleak as the doomsday prophets make it out to be. And we'll see to it that they have all the tools they need to carry the light."

Jasper tilted his head, offering a warm smile to the older Jedi Master. He had met one of her kind before when he was a boy. They were a mysterious bunch, one he didn't quite understand. But perhaps that was the point. Who could really understand the Force?

"Jasper Kai'el," he introduced. "Master Graddle, I presume?"


 




Tirin was startled by Loomi's sudden appearance; before he could move to open the container, it was broken open. He wobbled as the bacta flooded across the floor, drawing a soft breath and blinking back the tears that pricked his eyes. With a gentle sigh, he set to work cleaning up the unexpected mess, carefully shifting aside the broken glass and using telekinesis to try and contain the spillage. He didn't yell or show anger toward Loomi; he understood the ache she felt and her overwhelming urge to embrace her friend, even if it had been a touch overzealous. Methodically, he gathered the spilled bacta and guided it toward the sink.

Next, he fetched a soft robe from a nearby closet and offered it, along with a towel, to Aliris as he moved to help untangle her.

"Welcome back."

 
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Loomi was there. The relief was instant that she at least was alright, though she blinked in surprise as the glass shattered. She was worried, panicked even, though the clatter of glass never met her ears. Only the warmth of a hug. She tightened her grasp around Loomi in turn. How long had she been in that tank for Loomi to be crying like this? For her to have seemed to have grown this much?

"I'm sorry.. It took.. Me so long.."

Her voice didn't sound right. A lower pitch? No, her throat was sore. She glanced up to Tirin as she accepted the towel, though didn't seem to pull from Loomi at all. "Braze..? Is- he okay? What happened..?"

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It was a nice campus. That was about all that Jackie could tell for now as he walked into the auditorium while chewing on some gum and idly blowing bubbles with it. Blue eyes scanned the room before looking around to see if there were any trash cans around. The chewing gum in his mouth had lost its flavor and became rather stiff now.

Letting out a sigh he decided to keep the gum in his mouth for now until he could find a trash can or go outside to spit it out into the grass. He didn’t think this orientation would be too long anyways. The zeltron boy didn’t really wanna be here, but couldn’t argue with the idea that getting to be a part of something new as someone new may have its benefits. Maybe here he wouldn’t feel like such an imposter.

Eventually Jackie found himself a seat in the auditorium and placed himself in it. Slouching into the seat lazily as he did so and stuffing his hands into his pockets waiting for this whole event to be over. He was behind in his studies but figured this could be a good excuse to not incur the disappointment of his master.
 



"I still remember when I began my training properly," Jasper remarked. "Granted, I imagine I was probably the worst student of my generation, but I suppose we all make do."

He had really been a disaster. It was always a struggle for him to compete with his peers when he was a Padawan, yet it was him who would rise to lead the next generation when the war had finally passed. He didn't know why. All Jasper knew how to do was answer when he was called to serve. That was worth something, at least, if the Council was to be the judge. They chose him to sit amongst them for a time, after all.

"They will do well," he stated with confidence. "The future is not as bleak as the doomsday prophets make it out to be. And we'll see to it that they have all the tools they need to carry the light."

Jasper tilted his head, offering a warm smile to the older Jedi Master. He had met one of her kind before when he was a boy. They were a mysterious bunch, one he didn't quite understand. But perhaps that was the point. Who could really understand the Force?

"Jasper Kai'el," he introduced. "Master Graddle, I presume?"



Graddle turned, her ears shifting in the direction of the human man who had spoken.

She chuckled in her throat, and her green eyes stared into his gray ones. She had a habit of staring into one’s soul.

Mm-mmm. Master Kai’el, she said in the Force. Remember you, I do. Heard of your bravery on Coruscant….I did. One of her talons gestured forward to point at him. Brave, you were…..

Her head swiveled back around to watch a few of the students as they sat and fidgeted in their seats.

If listened, they did….to every negative word….never get out of bed, a Jedi would. Listen to negativity, we must not. Try, we must, Graddle said with a half grin.
 

Braze shifted, hearing the faint pop of someone chewing gum. His green eyes drifted, settling on a pink-skinned boy who had decided, with an air of casual confidence, to sit beside him. Hands sunk into his pockets, the boy seemed at ease.

"Oh... hello," Braze said, his voice carrying a touch of hesitation. "You're new, right? I'm Braze." He offered the greeting with a faint smile, friendly but curious.

The white-haired Echani still bore signs of injuries in the form of a cast on one leg in an odd spot and something else on his shoulder. He glanced about recognizing Thea Nyko Thea Nyko from their brief spar not too long ago.
 
Thea decided to take her turn with her intro speech, mainly to get it out of the way. Her posture relaxed yet commanding, radiating the kind of confidence that comes with being a Jedi Knight. She cleared her throat, glancing at the gathered students. "Right. Let's get this started with, shall we? I'm Jedi Knight, Thea Nyko." she began, a wry smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "As you can see, I am a Dathomirian. However, I am not here to be anyone's curiosity exhibit."

"I'll be teaching you hunting and tracking skills—skills I honed in places that are a lot less forgiving than this. I am aware that skills like these aren't common for Jedi to use, but I think its best to be prepared for anything. You never know what situation you find yourself in."
 

Mm-mmm. Master Kai’el, she said in the Force. Remember you, I do. Heard of your bravery on Coruscant….I did. One of her talons gestured forward to point at him. Brave, you were…..

"Ah, yeah," Jasper laughed, scratching at his chin. "Coruscant was... particularly momentous. I did what I could to keep the city and her people safe. Bagging Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen was just a happy accident."

Not that it did much in the long term. Regardless, lives had been saved that day. It was the event that had seen him made a Master as well, though it also signaled his departure from the Jedi Council. Ironic. Many strove for the coveted rank of Master on the Jedi Council. To think he walked away right when he was on the cusp of it. It was a bit amusing.

"I'll see if I can't impart some skill onto these ones," he added. "They're bravery probably exceeds my own, I imagine. That can be a dangerous thing if they don't have the means to back it up." The master paused for a moment before continuing. "Hopefully they aren't expecting anything lengthy for staff introductions. I can't say I'm much of an orator."


 


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"Braze..? Is- he okay? What happened..?"

"Braze is okay," Loomi assured. "We're all okay..."

And Aliris was okay. That was all that she really cared about. Loomi did finally let go of her friend, taking a moment to help her wrap the towel around her shoulders before looking to Tirin with a bashful, apologetic expression. Her face was slightly swollen from how much she had been crying, her cheeks being particularly puffed out.

"S-sorry..." she muttered. "I-I wasn't really thinking... I can help clean this up."


 



"It's alright, Loomi. I've got it covered," Tirin said gently to her, his tone warm and reassuring. "Oh, and I believe your little white-haired friend is here—I saw him heading toward the auditorium earlier."

Then, turning to Aliris Tremiru, he offered a stack of soft towels. "If you get dried off and dressed, you can join him," he chirped, his voice friendly. "There's a continental breakfast laid out in the cafeteria too if you're feeling hungry. We're just getting ready to welcome the new students."

With a lighthearted smile, he set out a few fresh clothing options for her. "You've been asleep for quite a while, so take it slow, okay?"

He moved to take off the necklace he had and placed it over Aliri's neck. "You have no idea how relived I am to have you back with us. "
 

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Everyone was okay. The relief that brought almost had Aliris just fall back asleep. She didn't. She didn't want anything to do with sleeping anymore, even though she was certain she'd probably need to. And soon. Aliris nodded her head to Tirin, reaching up to take the towels and more properly dry. Braze was at a ceremony? Welcoming students? Her head tilted in confusion, but she nodded slowly.

"I- okay. I don't- I don't want to rest anymore."

Again she paused, glancing to the necklace. Then to Loomi's puffy face. She smiled softly.

"I'm glad to be back."

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Jackie raised a brow before glancing over at the pale boy that he had spoken up to him. Before his eyes darted downwards to see the caste that encased the boy’s leg. “Name’s Jackie.” The zeltron teen said back plainly. “Yeah you can say that. I’m still learning the fundamentals. Haven’t done anything noteworthy yet.”

For Jackie most of his time since getting swept away by Matthew has been traveling. Traveling from his homeworld in the Corporate Sector and now traveling into some remote planet hidden away in the unknown regions. A fact that only concerned Jackie. Being this far away from everything. As if he’d been shipped away to Star’s End at the edge of the galaxy.

Letting out a sigh the zeltron looked over once more and saw an attachment to Braze’s waist. “Is it difficult? Y’know, gettin one of those?” He asked, pointing down at the weapon.
 

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