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[member="Ariel Tull"]
Coruscant, dawn.
Trextan pushed himself back up to his elbows as he woke. He was greeted with what had once been a familiar sight: the Coruscant skyline. His grandfather had emigrated here from tatooine and his father, Jacen Voidstalker, had been born here. But Jacen had mostly left his life at a young age and Trextan had lived in the apartment of the man he had come to think of as his father.
Trextan pushed up off his bed and moved over to the window. Airspeeder whizzed across the sky just metres from the ceiling to floor windows that only allowed light through in one direction. Across from his room was the structure that would come to be the new Jedi temple here. He watched the tiny dots of construction bots scurrying around. They had been working every hour of every day since he had been here. For now the Jedi occupied a relatively plain apartment building, with several facilities booked out as training centres. It would suffice for now and it was better than Sullust in his opinion.
Yet it hadn’t been easy to come back here. There were deep scars, watermarks on his very soul, associated with this place. His parents had died in an Alliance attack and the Sith had taken him to be trained in the Valley of the Sith Lords. He still couldn’t quite let go of the anger they had cultivated within him there. What was more unsettled was that they still hadn’t told him what had happened to Choli on Mustafar. Last he’d seen the pilot they had tentatively agreed to meet up again in a personal capacity, rather than because they had both been transported to the same hospital. Now he was left with the growing concern that he wouldn’t see her again. With a sigh he moved to fetch his robes.
“Trextan!”
The young Justicar looked up from the table. There was a basic canteen at the base of the building they were renting, serviced by droids. Padawans and masters alike dined in view of the public on the street outside. It was all very strange.
“Jacen,” Trextan replied as his father approached. “Did you hear anything…”
“They told me she was recovering at a classified facility. That’s all I can tell you,” Jacen replied, heading off his enquiries about the pilot.
“That’s good, I suppose,” Trextan replied. It didn’t feel like good news.
“But there’s something else I wanted to talk about. I think I’ve found you a student.”
Trextan looked back up from his breakfast sharply. “Sorry what?” he snapped. A student? Nothing like this had been mentioned before.
“Don’t look so shocked, she’ll be here any moment. I thought it would be good for both of you. You’re growing ever more capable. More powerful than I ever was. But with that you need to learn responsibility and control. A student will keep you well-grounded and often teaching is the best route to learning.”
Trextan looked aghast.
Coruscant, dawn.
Trextan pushed himself back up to his elbows as he woke. He was greeted with what had once been a familiar sight: the Coruscant skyline. His grandfather had emigrated here from tatooine and his father, Jacen Voidstalker, had been born here. But Jacen had mostly left his life at a young age and Trextan had lived in the apartment of the man he had come to think of as his father.
Trextan pushed up off his bed and moved over to the window. Airspeeder whizzed across the sky just metres from the ceiling to floor windows that only allowed light through in one direction. Across from his room was the structure that would come to be the new Jedi temple here. He watched the tiny dots of construction bots scurrying around. They had been working every hour of every day since he had been here. For now the Jedi occupied a relatively plain apartment building, with several facilities booked out as training centres. It would suffice for now and it was better than Sullust in his opinion.
Yet it hadn’t been easy to come back here. There were deep scars, watermarks on his very soul, associated with this place. His parents had died in an Alliance attack and the Sith had taken him to be trained in the Valley of the Sith Lords. He still couldn’t quite let go of the anger they had cultivated within him there. What was more unsettled was that they still hadn’t told him what had happened to Choli on Mustafar. Last he’d seen the pilot they had tentatively agreed to meet up again in a personal capacity, rather than because they had both been transported to the same hospital. Now he was left with the growing concern that he wouldn’t see her again. With a sigh he moved to fetch his robes.
“Trextan!”
The young Justicar looked up from the table. There was a basic canteen at the base of the building they were renting, serviced by droids. Padawans and masters alike dined in view of the public on the street outside. It was all very strange.
“Jacen,” Trextan replied as his father approached. “Did you hear anything…”
“They told me she was recovering at a classified facility. That’s all I can tell you,” Jacen replied, heading off his enquiries about the pilot.
“That’s good, I suppose,” Trextan replied. It didn’t feel like good news.
“But there’s something else I wanted to talk about. I think I’ve found you a student.”
Trextan looked back up from his breakfast sharply. “Sorry what?” he snapped. A student? Nothing like this had been mentioned before.
“Don’t look so shocked, she’ll be here any moment. I thought it would be good for both of you. You’re growing ever more capable. More powerful than I ever was. But with that you need to learn responsibility and control. A student will keep you well-grounded and often teaching is the best route to learning.”
Trextan looked aghast.
