Private Of Pasts Forgotten

[Travot Ravenna]

Silver Rest, Kashyyyk

"Master Nomor," said Travot with a brief bow, "if you keep this up, I am going to begin to wonder if someone kicked you out of the library."

The cerean smiled, "Sometimes I wonder if there is a padawan or two trying to do just that."

"Another datacard missing or misplaced? Some more juvenile antics of another sort?"

Nomor shook his head.

"You are aware about what happened to the Confederacy of Independent Systems?"

Travot simply nodded. Once one of the Silver Jedi Order's most stalwart of allies, the Confederacy of Independent Systems dissolved after their capital had been attacked by some being from another plane of existence - "fire demons" - or so how he had been told. It was a real tragedy that had even rocked the western border worlds of the Concord. Missions from both the Galactic Alliance and the Silver Jedi Concord had been sent to help solve some of the more exceptional problems in the area.

"Is there another mission or group heading to their old territories?"

"No," said the Cerean, "but rather, one of their soldiers that turned out to be Force sensitive. He's about your age, kind of has your build, and in some ways I see some of you in him. Or is it the other way around? Sometimes I wonder what truly shapes our perceptions."

"One of the greater mysteries of our mind," said Travot quietly, "but an important one."

"Indeed."

"A potential padawan?"

"Perhaps."

Travot nodded, "Well, lead on."

The two masters waded through the corridors of the Silver Rest, eventually arriving in the welcome area of the Silver Rest. The beating afternoon sun managed to filter in golden rays through the paned glass and caught the glossy sheen of many of the jungle plants outside. There's such beauty and openness here...yet there always so few people here. Part of it ne knew was the transitory nature of the place - it was often little more than a screening area for the jedi who lived there and their guests. Yet Travot thought it offered the best view of the outside world from the temple. His eyes almost immediately swept through the familiar faces passing through and onto the one unknown figure, who Master Nomor quickly led him too.

"Master Ravenna, may I present to you Therax Milbon ."

Travot offered a brief nod and stretched out his hand, "You can just call me Travot. It would seem like you'd have to quite the journey to get here. What can we do for you?"

 

[Therax Milbon]

Therax remained silent while the Jedi Master guided him through Kashykk. While the planet looked interesting, it didn't matter to him all that mattered was to get this training done. To unlock the Force Potential that lay dormant within him for years, but he ignored it. It wasn't until that night happened, where the Hutt Cartel invaded Lothal and attacked the small settlement that he and his wife lived in. Therax fought them off but they Hutts overwhelmed him and took his wife as well as a few other women away from Lothal to serve as slaves. Therax spent months trying to track them down, trying to find them but it was no use. They were gone and for the first time in his life, Therax felt helpless that is until the Force spoke to him. Telling him now it was the time to unlock his full potential.

It didn't like Therax had any choice, as much as he dislike the Force and the Jedi, he needed to get trained so he could have a chance to rescue his wife. The once Farmer stood in front of his potential Master who held out his hand. "Pleased to meet you," he mumbled grasping his hand and shaking it. "I take it you can train older Padawans right?"

Travot Ravenna

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Travot firmly gripped Therax Milbon 's hand as he shook it.

He drank in the other man's eyes as Therax asked the question. Travot felt like there was some pain and concern behind those eyes - the same sort that he had felt in many of the refugees who had survived the Bryn'adul. He found it hard not to be sympathetic to those who had gone through so much suffering, especially when they endeavored to better themselves. It was inspiring to him.

Yet the question that the once-farmer asked was a potential can of worms. In many years past, the jedi order of the Galactic Republic had not trained the older ones because of their prior attachments to things - and the fact that people were often set in their ways. Yet that had changed in years of the New Republic and later, with Luke Skywalker himself having instructed students in the ways of the Force that were far older than him, at least chronologically speaking.

"Age is but one thing to consider in the grand scheme of things," started Travot quietly, "though I personally find it among the least important things to consider. You don't look too old to me, but me ask a question of you so that I can give you a better answer myself. What do you seek to learn? Or should I say why do you seek to learn?"