In such a short span from leaving her home on Endor, where her memories of loss and pain had at one time threatened daily to unravel her, she had been accepted into the Jedi Order; where she began to understand what role she would play in the galaxy, to finally arriving on Malastare where she was to meet her Master; the one that would develop her into a balanced Force user. She was unsure what was expected of her, but her Father had installed in her the 'never give up' mentality which she believed would help her reach success. Being a late addition to the Jedi Order, she was years behind those of her age, but what they lacked in knowledge she surpassed them in experience. They had the training, but she had the skills to survive. The peers she had would never understand her, or she they, since in terms of civilized worlds; Geloyra was an outsider looking in. She was not as educated as some of those in her group, but she was smarter than them in some capacity. In particular, she had the natural ability to solve problems at a haunting speed. She lacked the combat training skills her group possessed, but she was a fast moving thinker; so instead of using physical strength to best her sparring partners, she used her mind to outwit them.
Her only struggle, was commanding the Force.
She possessed a couple of abilities such as telekinesis and the art of movement, but those in her group possessed more abilities and Geloyra always felt she was chasing them. Despite this, she never gave into discouragement or allowed certain darker emotions take hold. She once had a bout with the darkside, though at the time she didn't know what happened, she vowed never to go down that path. However, there was always a lingering thought buried in her mind that kept resurfacing; 'You tasted the darkside of the Force, how sweet it must be to indulge in it once more.' When she thought of that terrifying day, one half of her feared what she nearly became, while the other half poked and prodded her to fully give herself over. She was not conflicted, or even living a life of struggle, she was young and unsure of herself. She needed to be molded and reshaped.
Stepping out of the shuttle, she saw her Master standing there. "No, Master, the trip was quite refreshing. I never dreamed that I would enjoy space travel. It seems so peaceful." Up until the day she paid a ship's captain enough credits to usher her off Endor, she had never been exposed to space flight; or the ensuing coldness that came with it. By the time she reached the Jedi Temple on Sullust, she practically fell in love with flying through the stars. Geloyra now discovered she had another passion in life; flying.
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