Mantic Dorn
Old school...
Location: Jedi Academy on Sheedu Maad
The lush beautiful garden was well kept by the academy's garden droids as well as a few of the students and the masters residing here.
Inside the walls no craft was allowed and only narrow paths stretched out to the compounds different buildings.
Only the main parh from the gate leading to the actual training facility was broad enough for a vehicle, but even so, they were not allowed. Goods and food was delivered to the gate where often the young students picked them up.
This academy taught its pupils early on that nothing was to be taken for granted. Not even if one trained to become a jedi.
The broad stairway leading up to the main training facility was cleaned not by droids but the students. Every master here had gone through the same type of exucation and held this codex high.
Just inside in the reception were two men standing. The room surrounding them was circular and spacey, very little furniture except for four statues of long gone jedi heores guarding the entrance from whatever menacing threats loomed out there.
One of the men wore the robes of a jedi master, his aging face had a gray beard accompanied with a wrinkled skin and narrow cheek bones. His eyes however gleamed with life and intellect. At his waist hung the jedis weapon, the hilt of a lightsaber.
His mind was however completely elsewhere - a calm state. Waiting patiently. He was only here for the ceremonial purpose and to make sure this student was processed if he was accepted by a possible future master. He had done this a hundred times, it was the will of the for e that decided wether or not a student was selected. He would welcome the visiting master, present the student and leave them be to let the master decide if this student was right for her. He merely presented the option and would not meddle.
The other man, far younger was unarmed, wearing not a robe but the simple clothes of a jedi student, not yet a padawan. He had been thaught in the academy for years, but so far no master had agreed to take him on.
He was not supposed to feel it but he held a portion of shame to it. He had not been worse or better then most others but for some reason each master who had arrived had nit felt that Mantic was theirs to teach.
Thus he was the oldest student without a master. It meant that he had gone through great periods of training to understand the force and maintain mental stability in this strange way of life, but apart from some minor classes he was still not allowed proper force training.
Mantic tried to mimic the masters state of mind but there was ripples of eagerness and hope mixed with fear of being turned down burried deep inside him.
There they both stood waiting for what could be someone to take Mantic on, to finally turn him into a padawan and begin his real training to become a jedi.
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The lush beautiful garden was well kept by the academy's garden droids as well as a few of the students and the masters residing here.
Inside the walls no craft was allowed and only narrow paths stretched out to the compounds different buildings.
Only the main parh from the gate leading to the actual training facility was broad enough for a vehicle, but even so, they were not allowed. Goods and food was delivered to the gate where often the young students picked them up.
This academy taught its pupils early on that nothing was to be taken for granted. Not even if one trained to become a jedi.
The broad stairway leading up to the main training facility was cleaned not by droids but the students. Every master here had gone through the same type of exucation and held this codex high.
Just inside in the reception were two men standing. The room surrounding them was circular and spacey, very little furniture except for four statues of long gone jedi heores guarding the entrance from whatever menacing threats loomed out there.
One of the men wore the robes of a jedi master, his aging face had a gray beard accompanied with a wrinkled skin and narrow cheek bones. His eyes however gleamed with life and intellect. At his waist hung the jedis weapon, the hilt of a lightsaber.
His mind was however completely elsewhere - a calm state. Waiting patiently. He was only here for the ceremonial purpose and to make sure this student was processed if he was accepted by a possible future master. He had done this a hundred times, it was the will of the for e that decided wether or not a student was selected. He would welcome the visiting master, present the student and leave them be to let the master decide if this student was right for her. He merely presented the option and would not meddle.
The other man, far younger was unarmed, wearing not a robe but the simple clothes of a jedi student, not yet a padawan. He had been thaught in the academy for years, but so far no master had agreed to take him on.
He was not supposed to feel it but he held a portion of shame to it. He had not been worse or better then most others but for some reason each master who had arrived had nit felt that Mantic was theirs to teach.
Thus he was the oldest student without a master. It meant that he had gone through great periods of training to understand the force and maintain mental stability in this strange way of life, but apart from some minor classes he was still not allowed proper force training.
Mantic tried to mimic the masters state of mind but there was ripples of eagerness and hope mixed with fear of being turned down burried deep inside him.
There they both stood waiting for what could be someone to take Mantic on, to finally turn him into a padawan and begin his real training to become a jedi.
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