Too Stubborn To Die
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Tag: Open to members of the Jedi Order
There was surprisingly little fanfare to returning to the Order.
Oh he hadn't expected a party. Too few people gave a damn about him for that. Gatz had, however, expected more of a fight to get back in. Especially considering his colorful past. But, when Valery Noble herself said you were welcome to return... well, he supposed there wasn't really any room to argue. Part of him still didn't feel like he belonged here, in the hallowed halls of the Temple on Coruscant.
That was funny. He'd spent the first nine years of his life here. It had been the first home he'd ever known. And still, he felt out of place. Like a Jedi imposter. But it was time to let that go. Valery believed in him. Briana Sal-Soren believed in him. Corazona von Ascania believed in him. Amani Serys believed in him—well, he thought she did. He wasn't as well acquainted with her. But the point was: if every Jedi he'd ever met had placed their faith in him, then why couldn't he have faith in himself?
He knew the answer of course: his past. It haunted him, still. But... Kahlil Noble had once told him to focus on the present. Gatz had dismissed his advice, at the time. He wished that he hadn't.
The Big Man was right. The only way forward, was forward.
Gatz stopped in front of the door to his small quarters, with his small suitcase of belongings at his side—nothing more than a few changes of clothes. No red jackets, as he'd long since destroyed all of those. But perhaps that was a sign—those ostentatious things had been the calling card of a scoundrel. That wasn't who he was any longer.
...He did kind of miss the warmth, though.
Drawing in a long breath, Gatz stepped through the door into his new home. There was much to do: unpack, for one. Then... well, he had fifteen years of lazying about to make up for. Thank the Force Valery had given him refresher lessons to get him up to speed. But he had much to learn. Things to get squared away. Hell, he still didn't have a single weapon to his name. He supposed constructing a lightsaber was something of a priority, but that meant obtaining a crystal and—
Ah, shit. The gathering was a youngling thing. And he was a Padawan now. He had a ship, but could he even go to Ilum? Was that even allowed? Not to mention that... no one had ever taught him how to construct one.
Twenty-five year old Padawan, and he didn't even have a lightsaber to defend himself with. Or the knowledge to construct one. Or the knowledge of anything, really.
He was going to flunk out of the Order.