Skye & Irons: A New Beginning

[Felicity Skye]

Edge of The Wastes - Eira Pechal

Through wintry forests and mountain ranges of biting cold, with frigid and unforgiving winds to meet head on, the group of 5 trudged their way along the edge of The Wastes. “There’s a clearing in the valley up ahead! We’ll stop there and make camp for the night!” The leader of the pack yelled through her scarf and over the cutting winds, her figure hidden under several layers of winter gear and a large white and black furred coat intended for even harsher weather. She had hoped the valley would be at least partly shielded from the wind, so when the group had arrived at the lowest point, she was pleasantly surprised to find out it was almost completely so.

“Okay, Everyone!” She announced removing the furry hood from her face and the scarf from her mouth, revealing herself to the setting sun as Felicity Skye, Jedi Knight. “I just want to say everybody has done brilliantly since the beginning of this excursion. I thank you for approaching this field exercise with bravery, respect, and more than anything else a positive attitude.” She continued, pausing only to catch her breath, which was a labored task in the surrounding environment. “I know everyone has to be tired, believe me I am as well, but it’s been a close race up to this point and we still have one more event in this triathlon. This last event will take place here, so come nightfall be outside of my tent and ready for anything. Please give it your all, and let’s set camp. Once you do so you are free to do what you like, just don’t leave the valley.” She added, even though she preferred it went without saying.

Within minutes the camp was set; five tents, one for each individual present. The biggest tent being Felicity’s Luxury Plastent, equipped with an excellent thermal boundary and some Glamping essentials. One such essential, a bottle of wine that she had opened as she reviewed her notes on the triathlon’s participants and the events they had taken part in. There was Junta, a human boy from Onderon. He was the youngest of the four participants but also the strongest in the force. His only drawback was that his immaturity had matched his young age. She was seriously considering taking the boy on even with one event, and arguably the most important, left to go.

Then there was Lika, a young adult and Coruscanti Twi’lek, who was as much spitfire as she was a gifted pilot. She hadn’t quite impressed in the first event, the adjusted obstacle course on the praxeum training grounds, but in a donated vintage A-Wing, she dominated the second, the starship skeet shooting event. Good instincts on that one for sure. Felicity recalled. The other two participants were Gwweyre, a wookie from Kashyyyk and Shaun who was somewhat of a mystery having only just recently come to the Praxeum. Gwweyre had piqued Felicity’s interest. At one hundred years old he was quite young for a wookie and his people were rarely force sensitive. He had also performed exceptionally well in the last two events and thought he had a good chance of taking the final. However Shaun had also piqued Felicity’s interest. She didn’t know much about him, or his roots but he had a look in his eye, nothing too dramatic just a sort of familiar fire. He seemed as solid as a rock, metaphorically speaking.

As Felicity looked down at the time on her datapad she could see nightfall was fast approaching. She exited her tent and sat on the tiny stair steps it held. She waited until all four of the potentials had gathered and gave them their instructions for the next event. “The final event will be lightsaber combat.” She rolled out a small saber holder with four standard training sabers at her feet. “You will each pick a training saber, and use it in effort to defeat your opponents. This will be Round-Rancor, meaning one-on-one duels and you will each duel one another once. The highest amount of points you can get is 6 and the lowest amount 0. You get two points for defeating an opponent, zero points for being defeated and one point should a match end in a draw. A draw happens if a victor has not been decided in three minutes. Trust me, if the danger was real the confrontation wouldn’t last longer than three minutes. You may only use the force if it is what fuels your combat style. Are we all clear?” She didn’t mince her words so she assumed everyone would follow. She led the group a couple measures from camp, to a part of the clearing that was nearly perfectly illuminated by two of the planet’s three moons. Felicity tapped around on her datapad. “The first duel shall be between Gwweyre and Shaun. May the force be with you, and begin when you are ready.”

[member="Shaun Irons"]​

 

[Vora Kaar]

Everything here, was a test. The previous situations we, the potential students of Knight Skye, had to endure through, as well as the current climb. She would be testing various aspects of us. Determining who we were as a person. Who she could work with, or mold to become the "Star Student" if you will. Many of the other students seemed to be holding their own quite well. I was surprised to find that the Wookie was force sensitive. I never thought that one of their kind could be attuned with the gift. However, the force can do many things. Even as we trek through the snow and the howling winds, I could hear my father's voice echo in my ears. "The force is not just a tool, it is a living being. It moves and flows around everything and everyone. It has a will of its own, yet only takes form through us. Its disciples."

I could only agree with him more.

Knight Skye was rather uppity for my liking. She carried herself with a bravado and happiness that a child might have. She was looking forward to the final events between her future students. Her enthusiasm was palpable. While it did not rub off of myself, I could tell it did for the others. They were excited to be in the final test and, with a little luck, be chosen as her student.

All suited up in my fiberweave armor, instead of wearing my typical robe-like coverings over the armor, I suited myself for the weather. Donning a heavy coat, boots that would keep the cold out and away from my toes, and using the white cloak to shield myself from the wind to also wrap around my face to keep it warm. As we moved deeper into the valley, the wind slowly faded to a mere breeze. Enough to give you the chills if you were not careful. The almost cheerful command of us making our tents, as well as preparing ourselves for what came next sent everyone into a fuss.

Very quickly I built my tent. Only enough to keep the wind off of me, and a place to sleep with privacy. I didn't require much. Leaving the bag that was upon my shoulders within the confines of said tent, I made my way outside and away from the group, but still in the valley. As much as they may meditate, prepare their weaponry, or gear, I was already done. My father always taught me that gear was needed to be prepped days in advanced. I even brought my bow. A compound bow I had received as a gift from my father before leaving home. Knocking a simple arrow upon the string, I crept my way through the surrounding area. Making careful and gentle steps upon the snow.

Finding what I searched for, a slow crawling of the arrow head back towards the haft of the bow, only to explode in silence. The familiar thwap sound of the arrow hitting the target brought a very soft smile to my lips. Hanging only for a second, it was gone. Retrieving my catch, It was still alive. Breathing and kicking, but in silence. The arrow had pierced just above it's collar. I likely had hit through the windpipe. Breathing in softly, I pressed my hand to the small creatures head. Soothing it for the last couple of moments of its life. Taking my dagger, and piercing through the chest to end the suffering.

I returned back to my tent. Retrieved my cooking instruments, and began to cook myself some dinner. A small stove and pot that I could keep in my tent. Skinning, and removing the meat from the bones. Using some of the snow around us to boil into water and with a couple spices, some veggies, and adding some portions of the catch, I made myself a simple stew. While not professional, or anywhere close to food served at any respectable establishment, it was still nourishment.

Apparently the smells caught the attention of Junta. The young man who still had a foot in their youthful world. His peeking of his head into my tent was met with the dagger pointed directly at him.

"This is my privacy. What bequeaths thee to break it?"
"Uh... I'm sorry. What?"
"You are entering without asking. Why."
"I smelled something good and I thought I might check it out."
"It's called cooking."
"Oh.... May I have some?"

I looked at the young man. He was under my age, but still able to take care of himself if he so desired. I only had the skills and talents I had because of my father. He taught them to me. No need for me not to pass it forward I would assume. However, this was my food. I found it, cleaned it, gutted it, and prepared it. I sighed as the young lad looked me over again, and then to the stew. Waving the dagger to allow entry and then sheathing the tool that could pass as a weapon, He smiled with glee.

We ate in silence. I poured him a bowl with a returned thank you. While I had only gotten through about half of my own, he looked between the stew and myself. Eyeing it as though it were a prize just out of his reach. Nodding my head, his face beamed once more as he drew himself a second helping. After eating, he sat the bowl down, reached outside for some snow and washed out his bowl and spoon. Returning it to me with a thanks.

"You know, you should open up more. You are a good guy."
"I enjoy my privacy."
"Suit yourself."

A small chuckle escaped from his lips as he left. He wouldn't be someone I would call as a friend, but I could see how some could see him as one. It was later after I had cleaned my hunting tools, and started to dry the rest of the meat, that the sun began to go down. I geared myself up once more. Gathering my Vibroblade, and pulling the cloak over the top of myself, I exited my tent to find a firepit had been made by the others. They were sitting around it waiting for the return of Knight Skye. She had her own tent. Standing off to the side, they were talking to one another about their goals and dreams. The Wookiee was eating his own food when Skye returned. Having us all line up in front of her tent.

Producing training sabers, she was gifting us these weapons. We were to fight one another in a spar. One that would determine the outcome of our place either by her side, or within the Jedi Praxeum. I could barely contain a smile as I was given one. The training saber was a tool much like any other weapon. I was well versed in melee weaponry due to my heritage. Added to this, I already had skills with a blade to begin with. I didn't know if the others were also up to snuff.

Turning around to face Gwweyre, He and I were chosen as the first duel. I removed my vibroblade from my side and tossed it towards my tent to lay in the snow. I will have to retrieve it later. Facing my ally, who had now become my sparring partner, the blue lightsaber blade activated with its iconic snap. A training saber was much like one that Knight Skye might carry, but dumbed down to only cause bruises. Not cut people in half. I found myself already twirling the blade around. Testing its weight and length compared to my vibroswords. It was slightly longer, yet lighter on a scale that I could not have predicted.

The Wookiee was doing the same. However, his larger hands seemed to engulf the weapon easily. Before I knew what I was doing, I already was assessing the situation. Wookies were known for speed and strength. A very good tactic to batter their foe into submission. However, I had to expect this. He knew this. He knew I would try and kite him, or in essence, wear him down by attacking, then backing out before he could hit me. This game was one I loved to play.

Waiting for the word of our mentor and possible teacher, I looked over to Knight Skye. Saluting with the blade in front of me, before doing the same with Gwweyre.

"I believe we are ready."

[member="Felicity Skye"],

 

[Felicity Skye]

“If you’re ready, then proceed. Real combat won’t start with my say so.” Felicity said putting up her hood and dropping to the floor to sit cross legged. She waved for Lika and Junta to join her, but only Junta did. Lika remained standing, stretching her upper body first, her lower body second. She looked intently at the two men about to collide. Felicity pulled out her datapad making a note of the girl’s observational skills. As she tapped the datapad Junta leaned his head onto Felicity’s shoulder. He was tired; Felicity could sense it. The last couple of days had proved more than tiring for one so young. The others had to be feeling their own degree of weariness, but maturity and will were important qualities a Jedi would have done well to possess.

She smiled at Junta who had closed his eyes. Was he mentally preparing or was he falling asleep? With an audible snore she found her answer. Lucky he was so young otherwise Felicity wouldn’t have found it so cute. “Looks like the maximum has changed to four points… or has it?” Felicity announced as she took off her coat and gently let Junta’s head fall upon it. She took his training saber before turning her attention back to Shaun and Gwweyre who were still sizing each other up.

“Boys, Relax. I’ll tell you what we are going to do.” She continued pacing casually. She ignited the lightsaber; the purple blade extending well beyond her normal reach. She flourished the tool masterfully as she spoke still half in thought. “We are going to… Hmmm. Would that? Yeah. Okay. Yeah, I got it. Um,” She said her mind working like a broken motor. “So I believe it is the Echani that say combat is the only way to truly know someone. So let’s get to know each other. There will be three duels. Me vs each of you. Don’t worry about winning or losing. Show me what you know. I mean don’t murder me, but give me what you got. Any questions?” Gwweyre you’re up first.”

The Wookie nodded as Felicity took her place across from him. “Ready?” She asked. He nodded once more. She flourished her saber as did he, and then it was off to the races. Felicity knew the risk of going up against a wookie. One would be blind not to know. So she didn’t press him. Getting too close might eliminate his reach but getting shoulder bashed by a wookie wasn’t a good feeling. She had learned that lesson first hand on a trip to Kashyyyk a couple years back.

Instead she goaded him. She wanted to see, and feel what he was capable of. She stepped back as he swung, his next swing was not far behind. He was quite fast and his movements just as fluid, surprising for a wookie but he had a lot of potential as far as the physical body went. However his style of fighting was simple and predictable. The duel was over when he chose to down-strike. Felicity used his momentum and strength against him, forcing him to follow his blade as she traveled along it. “Bam - Bam.” She announced striking one shoulder and going over his head to lightly tap the next. The wookie roared. “No reason to get upset, Gwweyre. That was a solid showing against someone who has been training since childhood.” He roared again this time acknowledging Felicity’s words. “Okay. Lika, you’re turn.” The Twi’lek stood up but seemed hesitant to set a stance. “Master Skye, This isn’t really my strong suit. I can’t stack up to what Gwweyre did, let alone the idea of clashing sabers with you.”

“What are you saying? Are you saying you don’t want to try?”

“No, Master Skye. The last match humbled me.”

Felicity could see it. The spitfire who flew the A-Wing was now but an ember. “Ok. I hoped you’d reconsider but I understand your reasoning. You must always follow your instincts. You’re a hell of a pilot and I believe I know a master who would love to have you.” Felicity said genuinely. She never liked to see a woman down on herself.

Junta’s snoring would get louder and then fade away, making the majority of the group smile, Felicity included. “Okay. Shaun.” She gestured for him to take his place across from her. “Center yourself. Come at me when you’re ready.”

[member="Shaun Irons"]​

 

[Vora Kaar]

I looked the wookie up and down. Giving my best thoughts over what I should do. How this fight should go down. However, it seemed that none of us wished to attack right at first. The Wookie seemed wary, or was waiting for my strike. However, I could not tell purely from appearances alone. This perplexed me. Were not their kind renowned for their ferocity in battle and their raw strength? Was it not true for their ability to rip the limbs off of an enemy they hated so fiercely? However, it changed rather quickly. It seemed Knight Skye had changed her mind.

She seemed confused almost at what to do. We, the students, Had never really held lightsabers before. Or at the very least, that I knew of. She talked fast. Coming up with an explanation of what we would be doing. Directly facing her. She mentioned my race and how many of our kind had our own form of communication through battle. While this was true, it was only part of it. All Echani were essentially a family. Looking alike in almost every way. Rarely do we have changes in our physical appearances. While I did have different colored eyes, bronze instead of their silver and even white, The communication was a tool to determine the difference between a Father and a Son. Or a Mother and her Daughter.

Yet, this was still true to her words. I lowered my weapon. Letting the blade held aloft as the Wookie I was going to face, had been called up first. Turning my weapon off with a thumbing of the switch, I then folded my arms and watched. Given the go ahead, it seemed different when Gwweyre almost charged right off the bat. Maybe the thought process changed due to him now facing a woman who didn't look all that imposing or daunting. With a sidestep and a couple taps, the wookie had lost.

The Wookie's attacks may have worked on someone who had not fought before, or if they were using it as a false form of ignorance to use a secondary attack upon the foe, however, the being committed to the act, and paid for it. The Knight even spoke out when she struck him. She knew he would go down with those two strikes. Upset with himself, the wookie did their purrs and growls. She tried to keep his anger down by telling him to relax and give him time to learn from his mistake.

Calling upon the Twi'lek, it was responded in kind with passing. While I thought this may bring down her score, I did hear about some forms within the Jedi about never having to use a Lightsaber. Maybe she was trying to show this? However, when I was called up, I would perform what I knew best. Fighting.

While I was using a weapon I was unfamiliar with, I knew I could likely handle it. Stepping forward to Knight Skye as she then told me to center myself, and strike when ready. Having already fought many times before, it was not hard to center myself like I would with any other fight with my brethren Echani. Breathing in and out. I held my eyes closed. Slowing my breathing to dangerous levels. Letting my thoughts fade into the darkness of my mind.

It was with the opening of my mind, that I exploded forth towards Skye. The lightsaber being thumbed on once more as I came in to cleave not at her arm, but acing as though I were cleaving towards her chest from the right side, and her arm happened to be in the way. Taking a step forward just after it would miss or make contact, my hand, of it's own mind, would twist to bring the weapon back from the opposing side. A very simple maneuver that was taught very early on to us Echani. The Bread and butter if you would.

[member="Felicity Skye"],

 

[Felicity Skye]

Felicity watched the Silver Haired Initiate waste no time. As quick as his eyes closed in concentration they opened intent on battle. He exploded forward with a big swing, if the duo hadn't been using training sabers Felicity would have feared for her life. Instead the Jedi Knight pivoted in place looking to meet the blade with hers. The idea had vanished quickly as she sensed the weight and speed behind the swing. Shaun was stronger and faster than he looked, almost scarily so. On instinct the Jedi fell backwards onto her shoulders in a movement that called out to the force for aid. From the floor she watched as the lightsaber kept it’s path,with a twist of the wrist at the end of it’s arc she could begin to see what would happen next. So she kicked upwards, twisted in the air, landed on her feet and met the saber with hers. The force braced her against the young man’s freakish strength, blue and purple flashing in a collision as she utilized Ataru - The Way of the Hawk-Bat.

Pushing herself with her blade against his she created tension, and like a rubber band she used that tension to snap backwards, putting some space between herself and her opponent. With that space came a moment to analyze. He is clearly no stranger to combat. She reflected in thought. He is strong, and fast, freakishly so. Odd for an individual so close to human make. She continued looking to his bronze eyes. What is he? She asked as she flourished her lightsaber ready for another exchange.

This time she’d be the aggressor and while it wasn’t the style she most often utilized she decided to stick with Ataru, if for anything, to combat shaun’s strength and speed with the physical aid of the force. Felicity took a big step forward and more would follow suit at a quicker pace until she had come in range. She’d jump up and twist, spinning parallel to the ground and airing over the initiate, with a stabbing motion aimed at the inside edge of his right shoulder. An awkward spot to aim for indeed, but also an awkward spot to defend. It was a good test to measure his reflexes, and if he couldn’t defend or avoid his stance would be broken. The shoulder being a key point of control in any form of melee combat. If he couldn’t defend she’d tap him in the back with her lightsaber and call the match.

[member="Shaun Irons"]​

 

[Vora Kaar]

My strikes landed hard. In truth, I had been fighting with bladed weapons such as swords, double-brands, and daggers, that this nearly weightless weapon was almost flying out of my hands as I struck out at her. A sword had it's center of gravity, and most of its weight distributed through the blade itself. A lightsaber such as this one had all of the weight in your hand. The hilt. It was as though I were fighting with a flashlight. It was awkward for me at the moment. I am sure I could train myself to more proficiently use a Lightsaber, but that would come with time. I worried not about my own skill with the weapon in my hand, and instead focused more attention on my foe.

Skye was a woman who knew how to use such a weapon. While I was no virgin to combat, nor was she. I could see it as she was able to defend herself against my strikes. However, it wasn't just a defense, she was agile way beyond what most other Echani fought as. She was likely using a lightsaber form or school that relied on faster movements, and would overwhelm the foe by using rapid strikes, or gaining an advantage with the surroundings, and or positioning of both herself, and myself.

There was a second pause before she lashed out. I expected her to directly attack me. However, when the jump into the air with a twist came, I could barely twist my upper body and swinging the blue blade between myself and Knight Skye. While I had essentially smacked the blade just enough to not strike me. Yet, even in the edge of my vision, I could see the purple saber barely missed my shoulder. Pivoting quickly upon my left foot, An attempt to strike around me, or what some call "Wrapping" around a target was flicked way with a flick of my wrist.

She was talented with saber combat. I was not. Taking one step back from her as I readjusted my grip upon the saber. Instead of clutching it for my life, I held onto it between my index and thumb. Using the rest of my fingers simply for support. This would allow maximum ability in deflecting, or switching the saber from one side to the other with little effort. However, my strikes would not be as powerful. As soon as this change was made, The one step I had taken back was gained in a lunge. Reaching out to pierce into her chest, however, a flick of the wrist to aim through both of her legs. Moving from her right to left side.

She was agile. However, I wanted to know what kind of footwork she was working with. Was the overhead spinning drop just a one time deal, or was this whole form about tying in aerial movements with grounded movements to try and keep me submissive, and out of the loop?

[member="Felicity Skye"],

 

[Felicity Skye]

Shaun’s reflexes were great and he continued to impress. His actions and reactions were on a level the other initiates would take some time to reach. The strength of his instincts and his ability to adapt in a moment, would quickly prove useful. In Felicity’s eyes he had the tools to advance through the training rapidly. And as far as combat went he had the tools to be an excellent Jedi Knight; School of the Guardian as far as she could tell. And while he fit the mold of the religious warriors of old, Felicity held her own ideas of where the Jedi should go. She would share those with Shaun in time, as in the moment he began his counterattack her mind was made up. He was to be her apprentice. But she wouldn’t let her apprentice beat her just yet.

So as he lunged she stepped back. His wrist flicked again altering the path of his blade. He was looking to metaphorically chop the tree down at it’s roots, but Felicity wouldn’t let him. As his blade came for her, so did her blade for his. She switched almost effortlessly from Ataru to Djem So and swung her saber down. Utilizing a technique known as Falling Avalanche, she stopped his low strike from hitting it’s mark, and trapped his saber between hers and the floor. Keeping the pressure down, she let her lightsaber travel up his before swinging for his chest. It was a difficult situation to avoid, but it wasn’t impossible.

Either way Shaun had earned her admiration and respect, so much so that she could not help but smirk at him. She was excited for what was to come. Deactivating her training saber, the purple light that had illuminated her face disappeared into wintery darkness. "I think I've seen all I need." She said holding the training saber out for Shaun to take. "You've all shown me your immense potential. And I am very proud because I know you will all make fine knights one day. There is no doubt in my mind." She smiled toward the three who were still awake. "But as I said in the beginning of this Triathlon I will only be taking one of you as my student." She let the suspense build like one of those cheesy daytime holodramas she'd never admit to watching. "Shaun, I will take you on as my padawan if you will have me?" Felicity could feel the disappointment in the air from Lika and Gwweyre. She tried not to feel to bad as she knew of other Jedi that they may be better suited for. As for Junta he was young and there was little rush to get him on his way. "What say you, Shaun?"

[member="Shaun Irons"]​

 

[Vora Kaar]

Instead of jumping or moving out of the path of my blade like I had expected, I found a sudden force keeping my own blade down towards the ground threatening to keep the blade out of play. The purple bar of plasma held down my own with a shower of sparks and a bright light. I knew instantly what Skye was going to try to do. As soon as the violet blade was zooming up the length of my own azure blade, I released my hold of the weapon. There was no point in attempting to fight what the Knight was throwing down. She was more adept than I with this form of combat. I would have to resort to the old tried and true. As soon as I released the weapon, I attempted to turn away and pivot on my foot once more. However, the pure speed and unexpected action taken caught me off guard. The tip of the blade barely smacked into my jawline.

My head swung back from the impact. Using the momentum, I spun around and took a step back with a second pivot to keep my distance. Hands raised high in front of my face, and one low around my chest. Open and ready to strike or defend if needed. However, I was met with the handle of the weapon she had. My own saber was still on the ground but now shut off. I found it strange that the woman just ended the fight. Why was this? We had hardly begun. And if by the rules, I was supposed to take two hits to lose. Not one.

Yet, the words escaping her lips explained it all. She had seen all that she wanted. Looking to the other students, she really only fought the Wookiee. The Twilek had backed down from the previous one, and Junta was half asleep in the snow. He was likely tired and he might be tested later. However, I was wrong yet again.

She was choosing me as her apprentice. That explained why the saber was being held out to me. She wanted me to be her apprentice. Someone for her to pass on knowledge and wisdom to. I looked to the others. Feeling there eyes on me heavily. The Wookie always looked angry, but the heavy breathing only showed more. The Twi'lek was clearly offed with her mean look and folded arms. Facing the Knight, I reached out. Taking the training saber from her hands.

Bowing my head to my new mentor and master, only to raise it.

"I will accept."

[member="Felicity Skye"],

 

[Felicity Skye]

Felicity nodded with his accepting her offer. She was excited to turn a page in knighthood and start on her way to becoming, in her eyes, a true Jedi Master. She turned back to the other potentials for their instructions. “Gwweyre, Lika, this might come as a sting, but don’t let it. When we get back to the Praxeum I will be in contact with several other Jedi Knights on your behalf. Why? Because you’ve earned it. As for the rest of this expedition it ends for you tomorrow. Master Virin will retrieve you via freighter and take you back at dawn. May the force be with you. Also I’ll take Junta back to his tent. So don’t worry. Rest up.” Her words were kind and honest, putting the others at ease before bed.

“Shaun,” She turned to her new padawan. “I have questions for you, lots of them, but they can wait. I’m taking Junta to his tent,” She said picking up the young boy as if he were a comically oversized baby. “Wait for me in my tent. I shall be there shortly. Help yourself to the wine I left out, and the food synthesizer if you’re hungry, just keep the request simple.” She said before marching to the Onderonian boy’s tent.

Looking down at Junta she wondered if she had made a mistake in choosing Shaun. She hadn’t felt like she did. But her knowledge on the Jedi of old made her a bit conflicted on picking her own student. There was no council in the Praxeum, no one to assign her a padawan, or tell her who she should take. Not that she’d listen to them.

She reminded herself that the Jedi of old were the Jedi of old for a reason. Not that the Jedi were ever wrong but they were often far from right. What was right and wrong? That was a different question entirely, and one that she’d come to face sooner than later in life. For now Felicity would do the best she could. That’s all anyone could ask for.

The Coruscanti Jedi dropped Junta onto the mattress inside his tiny tent and covered him with his sheets. To be a kid again. She reminisced as she went back to hers. She’d walk in and have a seat in the Plastent’s dining table, offering the seat across from her to Shaun. “Shaun, who are you? Where are you from? What is it that you dream about? And do you have questions for me?” She asked in an even succession. Her tone was a mix of sincere, interested, and imaginative.

[member="Shaun Irons"]​

 

[Vora Kaar]

The other apprentices that were still awake seemed to be envious of me ever so slightly. I could see it in the sideways glances that they threw at me. I had the heart to just stand there for a moment as Skye spoke about taking Junta back to his tent. As well as having many questions for myself. Nodding to her accepting the charge given to me, I bowed my head to her, as well as the other students as I reached down to pick up the blue training saber that had been on the ground. Attaching both of them to my belt for now. The Twi'lek raised her nose to the air and walked off to her tent while the Wookie shrugged his shoulders and moved on.

In all honesty, I would have loved to been able to spar with the Wookie. It was once in a life chance to be able to say that you have. Much is the same with the Echani race. Despite this, I turned to Knight Skye's tent. Pushing the flap aside, I lowered my head to enter the domain of my new mentor. Looking around, I could see it was filled with whatever she needed. She could likely live here if she wanted. A little bit of hunting and upkeep was all that was needed to make this a home to be honest.

I didn't grab any of the drink, nor did I search for this food machine that she spoke of. Having already eaten, I required no more sustenance. Food was fuel for the body. So I did not quite understand the need to perfect how food should be cooked to gain flavor. Venison was fine on it's own in my own mind. Still standing by the time that the woman returned, asking questions right away as she sat down. Indicating for me to do so as well, I sat. Straight and holding my hand within my lap. I placed both of the training sabers upon the rather lavish table. My gaze held directly at the woman as I responded to her questions rapid fire.

"I am Shaun Irons. A taken name as my birth name is much too long for formal documents. However, I can recite it if you so desire. I was born in my mother's arms, and was swiftly sent from wherever I was birthed to Eshan were my father lived. Raised by him until I received an apprenticeship as a blacksmith. Only recently have I expanded my horizons to seek out to accomplish my dream. As for that dream, I would like to keep to myself for now. To fill that question and to not leave you in the dark, I do want to become stronger. Not necessary of physically, within the force, or knowledge, but all around, I wish to learn more. To become more is the best answer I can give at the moment."

As soon as I finished talking I sidelonged my head. Looking like I had been shifting my attention to somewhere else in the room, yet my eyes remained upon her and her leisure situation. She was someone who seemed to be a copy and paste of the Jedi code, yet I knew that she was much too different for that. She had a different perspective of it, and it showed ever so slightly in her act. Not dressed in robes, but in almost smuggler gear it seemed. Talented with a saber, but I did notice a blaster with her.

My mind wanted to wander, but instead, I kept on task.

"As should you expect, I will ask why you picked me to be your disciple. However, I feel the need to ask another. Your skills and tell's of a life outside the Jedi, The stigma and stories of Robe-clothed individuals who almost worshiped the force is what I envisioned. Yet you stand before me with a completely different approach. Is this remains of your prior life to the Jedi, or are they more relaxed than what the stories spoke of?"

[member="Felicity Skye"],