Private The Quiet Sentinel

[Roman Vossari]

The Prosperity | Jedi Temple
Tag: Matthew of Valendale



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The dim corridors of the Prosperity felt almost alive as Padawan Roman Vossari drifted through the ship's endless halls. The mobile temple of the New Jedi Order thrummed with energy, its walls steeped in the whispers of the Force. Roman had learned to listen closely, every creak of the ship echoed with the teachings of its masters, every flickering light seemed to pulse with life.

He wandered aimlessly, boots scuffing against the smooth durasteel floor. The aroma of spiced tea wafted from the common room, mingling with the faint scent of oil and metal. However, Roman wasn't interested in seeking comfort in the familiar; he craved exploration, a deeper connection to his training and surroundings.

His thoughts meandered between his recent lessons and the possibility of encountering one of the elusive Temple Guards that patrolled the ship. Their presence always intrigued him, who were these protectors of peace and serenity? He had heard tales, of course, but seeing one in action was bound to be a spectacle of grace and power.

As he rounded a corner, Roman found himself in the quiet solitude of a seldom-used corridor lined with small meditation chambers. A pair of doors stood ajar, but he barely glanced at them. He was captivated by the figure at the end of the hall, a Temple Guard.

The guard was a towering presence, a monumental being whose long white hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of snow. His wings, giant and graceful. He wore the distinctive armor of the Temple Guards, designed to intimidate and inspire respect. The gold and blue accents shimmered even under the dim lighting, a manifestation of his steadfast commitment to the Order.

Roman felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. "I was heading to the training bay," he replied, shifting slightly under Matthew's probing gaze, which seemed capable of peering through pretense. "I want to practice my lightsaber forms." He had shouted this down the hallway, why though? He didn't know. Maybe he felt he was doing something wrong under the watchful eyes of the guard and he felt he had to explain himself.

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[Matthew of Valendale]

TAGS: Roman Vossari ​

Matthew had been making his rounds, keeping watch over the young Padawans under Zark San Tekka 's orders. He monitored visitors and noted those who came and went, always adjusting his patrol routes, never falling into a set routine.

His two new students, Roten and Jackie Rosso , were granted free rein to explore the Prosperity within the bounds of safety. He trusted they would stay out of trouble, and if they didn't, he knew he'd be among the first to notice. Very little escaped his keen gaze as he mentally cataloged everything crossing his line of sight, filing away notes for his logs.

Matthew's masked eyes fell upon a red-haired boy calling out loudly. He paused and turned toward him, closing the distance with smooth, deliberate steps. His voice, though mild in tone, carried a subtle filter from the mask.

"Is this a free period for you, young one?" he asked simply, his boot heels clicking faintly with each step, the long white cloak billowing softly behind him.

The boy, Roman, was tall, yet Matthew's presence still seemed to tower over him as he stopped just out of arm's reach.

"If you're lost, I can show you the way," Matthew offered, his tone gentle. "These are the meditation chambers. The training rooms are in a different hallway."

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman straightened up, an instinctive response to the calm authority radiating from the Temple Guard before him. The masked figure was imposing, yet there was something disarming in the way he carried himself, a quiet assurance that spoke of years of training and wisdom. The white cloak billowing behind the guard caught Roman's attention, and for a moment, he forgot about his own intentions. Curious eyes lingered on the guard's armor, an enigma of polished metal and intricate designs.

"Free period, yes," he admitted, his voice steady despite the awe creeping into his demeanor. There was a peculiar thrill in standing face to face with one of the Order's protectors. "I was just exploring, really. I've been wanting to understand more about the temple's layout—there's so much history here. But tell me," he added, his confidence returning, "what is it like to wear that armor? Does it feel different when you're out there, protecting the temple and the younglings?"

Roman's boldness surprised even himself, but his curiosity drove him. He wanted to know what lay behind the mask, even if that was against protocol. "And... how do you train? I've seen some of the other guards practicing with their lightsabers, but it looks so different from the way we Padawans are taught. It's like you're moving with the Force itself. Is that something you feel when you fight?"

He stepped a little closer, just within reach of the man, unable to hide the hint of respect in his bright blue eyes. "I know the structure of the Temple is important, but I feel like understanding those who protect it is just as vital. Do you have any advice for someone who's still finding their own path?"

Roman's words flowed easily now, each question revealing his deeper fascination with the man before him, a protector, a sentinel of peace in the galaxy. As the Temple resounded with the quiet hustle of fellow Padawans, he couldn't help but hope for a glimpse into his world. Was he coming on too strong? Asking too many questions? Maybe. Yet, Roman couldn't help but wonder if would ever have a moment of solitude with a man like this again.

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Tag: Matthew of Valendale

 

[Matthew of Valendale]

TAGS: Roman Vossari
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The winged man remained silent as he listened to the excitable youth. For a few long moments, his gaze, framed by the stillness of his form, might have seemed cold or harsh. The silence between them deepened as his stance remained statuesque. He did not answer immediately, instead contemplating the youth's words, while the soft whirring of his blue photoreceptor eyes punctuated the stillness.

"Well..." he began, after the silence had stretched on for several beats longer. "There is a certain intensity that comes with donning armor such as this. I am but a humble servant of the Light. You may address me as Temple Guard, Guard, or Guardian. I serve at the behest of the Order and go where I am needed."

He paused briefly, allowing his words to settle before continuing, his voice calm and steady.

"To become a Guardian of the Temple is to embody and uphold a certain standard of the Jedi Order." The rhetoric flowed smoothly from his lips. "The ritualistic nature of donning this symbolism brings a heightened awareness to our duties," he explained, his tone almost matter-of-fact, yet gentle.

"Guards undergo specialized training, focusing on discipline, anonymity, and neutrality. A significant part of this training is mental and emotional discipline, helping us detach from personal identity, desires, and emotions. This is crucial for maintaining our role as impartial enforcers of Jedi law." His explanation was measured, deliberate, yet free of condescension.

"The mask you see before you strips away the identity of the wearer, making us faceless defenders of the Temple. This anonymity ensures our dedication to the Jedi Order above personal interests. We are not involved in politics or personal disputes. Our duty is to protect the Order's sanctity, not to wield influence. We surrender individuality to serve collectively, representing the will of the Jedi Council, not ourselves."

He spoke with ease, divulging the information without hesitation, as though he had shared it many times before.

"There is much advice I could offer you, young one. However, experience teaches that such wisdom, when given all at once, often fails to take root. Advice is more valuable when discovered through practice, earned through one's own experience. It would take several lessons to impart my knowledge in a way that leaves a lasting impact."

He paused, his gaze steady as he regarded the youth.

"Tell me," Matthew continued, a thoughtful edge creeping into his tone, "do you still reside with the Creche Masters, or have you found a Master yet? The relationship between Master and apprentice is essential, as it is through that bond that such teachings can truly be passed on. The student learns from their Master's example, gaining wisdom through experience and acting in practice."

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman shifted, his brow furrowing as he considered the words of the enigmatic winged man—Temple Guard, Guardian, Servant of the Light. The air around them felt charged with an infinite potential, yet Roman couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his gut.

"I've always admired the way you and others like you embody your roles with such... intensity." He paused, searching for the right words. "But, I find myself wondering how it would feel to strip away my identity, to become just a symbol of something greater." He shook his head, an almost imperceptible sigh escaping him. "I can't quite imagine it."

There was an awkward silence, punctuated by the Guardian's soft mechanical whirring, and Roman felt exposed under the weight of those azure photoreceptors. He had always been encouraged to engage in self-reflection, to understand his emotions and instincts as a Padawan. The Temple Guard's stoic demeanor contrasted sharply with the swirling chaos of thoughts in Roman's mind.

"Ah, well… um, hmm a Master," he began, his voice a touch more tentative than he intended. He was older than most of his peers at the Temple and filled with the heady mixture of ambition and uncertainty that often accompanied such a status. "I… I am still with the Creche Masters, though I hope my time there is drawing to a close..."

"I know your vast training is focused on discipline and impartiality," he continued, his brow furrowing slightly, "but I feel connected to who I am, my emotions, my history, even my imperfections. It's hard to think of relinquishing that for an ideal that seems so distant from individuality. I suppose..." He hesitated, finding the words as increasingly elusive. "I've struggled to find a Master who aligns with my aspirations. My heart lies in diplomacy, in being a voice for those who can't speak for themselves. But that's not a popular path of a Jedi Master is willing to share."

He looked up at the Guardian focusing the attention back on the large being, seeking understanding in the mechanical gaze that seemed to peer beyond the surface. "How do you reconcile that?" He found himself asking. "The part of you dedicated to the Order, but also the part that longs for personal purpose?"

Roman ran a hand through his long hair, a gesture of youthful frustration. "I don't want to lose myself in the process of becoming a better Jedi. I want to learn how to communicate, to forge connections, to mediate where there is strife. But every Master I meet has their own vision of what it means to be a Jedi—warrior, enforcer, scout—but not the diplomat, the change in the galaxy I hope to instill."

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[Matthew of Valendale]

TAGS: Roman Vossari
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Matthew's azure photoreceptors remained focused on Roman as he listened, allowing the young Padawan's concerns to take root. When he spoke, his voice was calm, deliberate, carrying the weight of experience.

"There are answers to these questions, young one," he began, "though I am unable to offer them in full at present."

He paused, giving Roman time to absorb his words. "Diplomacy, while noble, stands outside the purview of a Temple Guardian. Our role is different. We are enforcers of the law, keepers of order. Diplomacy demands nuance, negotiation, and the forging of peace, while our duties demand impartiality and action when the Order is at risk. These paths do not often intersect."

The soft whirring of his mechanical eyes filled the brief silence that followed. "If you wish to learn more about diplomacy, report to the mess hall at 1600 hours. There are others more suited to guide you along that path."

His gaze softened slightly, though his tone remained firm. "I cannot show you the way forward in that regard, but I can assure you that no matter which path you take, you will find the answers you seek in time. Trust in the journey."

The Padawan's words held weight—ambition, uncertainty, a desire for connection. Matthew recognized the inner turmoil in Roman's gaze, one he had seen in many young Jedi.

"I understand your hesitation," he began, his voice steady, though there was a quiet resonance to it, a gentleness not often expected from a Temple Guard. "The path of the Jedi is not one that strips away your identity but refines it. What you see in us—the Guardians—may appear to be the absence of self, but it is not erasure. It is purpose, focused and channeled."

He let the silence settle briefly before continuing, "You fear losing yourself, yet to be a Jedi is to come to know yourself more deeply. The mask I wear, the role I embody, these are symbols—symbols that remind me of the greater duty I serve. But beneath them, I am still a being shaped by my experiences, just as you are by yours."

Matthew shifted slightly, the faint clink of armor a contrast to the peaceful cadence of his words. "The bond between a Master and apprentice is essential not because the Master defines you, but because they guide you. They help you shape your strengths and confront your weaknesses, not by dictating who you should be, but by helping you realize who you are meant to become. A diplomat, a mediator, a voice for those unheard—those are not lesser aspirations, young one. They are paths just as noble as any warrior's."

He paused, his tone thoughtful. "But you must trust in the journey, in the process of discovery. No Master will hand you all the answers. They will, however, offer the tools and the example by which you can find them yourself. It is not wrong to seek purpose in diplomacy, to connect and forge understanding, but do not dismiss the value in the discipline and impartiality we practice. In time, you may find they are not so distant from your path as you think."

His gaze remained steady on Roman, allowing the youth to feel the weight of his words. "You are not meant to lose yourself, but to refine yourself. What you seek lies not in abandoning your identity, but in integrating it with the Jedi's higher calling."

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman listened intently, the weight of guard's words sinking in like pebbles dropped into calm waters, creating ripples of understanding within him. The azure gaze of the Temple Guardian was steady, a beacon amidst the uncertainty that had clouded his thoughts.

"I see now," Roman replied, his voice a little less tentative, imbued with a newfound clarity. "I have spent so much time worrying… worrying that in trying to embrace a different path, I would somehow cease to be a true Jedi." He looked down, his hands fidgeting with the fabric of his robes, feeling the tension that had built up slowly ebbing away.

"But what you say makes sense," he continued, lifting his gaze back to him. "I have felt the weight of the ideals I want to pursue, but I never saw them as something that could coexist with the discipline and the duty that comes with being a Jedi. I thought that to become a diplomat, I must leave behind the qualities that define a Guardian. I understand now that my journey is about blending those qualities and not about forsaking them."

Roman smiled, feeling a fire ignite within him, the warmth of purpose. "I will trust in that journey, just as you say. I'll seek out the lessons the future holds for me, and I will embrace both sides of my training."

Roman looked around, feeling the silence of the halls. He had thought how lonely this position must have felt to the Guardian.

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[Matthew of Valendale]

TAGS: Roman Vossari ​

Before departing, Matthew offered Roman one last piece of advice. "Remember, the Force is not something to conquer or mold to your will. It is something you must learn to harmonize with. Your path, whatever it may be, will demand that you listen—truly listen—to what it asks of you. Don't fear losing yourself. Trust that you are always becoming more."

The Guardian inclined his head slightly, a gesture that seemed almost imperceptible, yet spoke volumes. "You are already on the path. Trust in that. The Force will guide you, as it does for all who seek their place within it."

With a final look, Matthew turned to resume his patrol, the soft clink of his armor fading into the distance. The young Padawan was left alone in the quiet corridor.

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Later, at the designated location and time, Matthew was there. His towering height and the prismatic sheen of his large, feathered wings made him unmistakable. However, today, he was without the Guardian's mask or ceremonial garb. Instead, he looked like any other visitor—a stark contrast to his usual imposing presence.

Long, winding locks of pearly white hair washed over his broad shoulders, and his attire had an aristocratic yet practical design, with light armor in select places. It was strange to see a Temple Guard without their mask, but perhaps that's what defined the separation between his life and the role he played within the Order. The mask was his duty, but beneath it, he was simply another being seeking purpose, much like Roman.

 

[Roman Vossari]

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As Roman made his way to the mess hall, the sounds of the bustling Temple filled his ears: the soft footsteps of fellow Padawans, the murmur of Jedi sharing wisdom or laughter, and the gentle rustle of robes brushing against one another in the corridors. Despite the noise, his mind fluttered between thoughts of Matthew's advice and the uncertainty that swirled within him like the dust motes dancing in the sunlight streaming through the tall windows.

"Trust that you are always becoming more." The words echoed in his mind like a calming chant, yet the weight of expectation bore down on him. In the distance, he spotted the towering figure of the Temple Guard, his presence unmistakably commanding even without the mask that usually obscured his features. As he approached, Roman's eyes widened with curiosity. It felt surreal to see him now in such a casual state, devoid of the heavy ceremonial garb that always surrounded him like a second skin.

With a combination of awe and nervousness, Roman approached. The room was filled with chatter, yet the air seemed to crackle subtly, charged with an unspoken energy between them. "Guardian," he said, his voice steady, yet unsure. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Roman nodded, the weight of their earlier conversation lingering on his mind. "I've been thinking about what you said. About the Force and listening to it. I want to understand it better, but sometimes I fear I don't know how."

Just then, a group of younglings rushed by, giggling and chasing one another, their laughter ripple through the mess hall. Roman watched them, feeling a warmth in his chest

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Tag: Matthew of Valendale

 

[Matthew of Valendale]

TAGS: Roman Vossari
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Matthew glanced up as Roman approached, his brow quirked slightly in acknowledgment. His demeanor was markedly different now, more relaxed than the towering, enigmatic figure that had crossed the corridors earlier. He sat with a tray before him, a teapot gently steaming, and several small macaron cookies arranged in a neat row. The sight of him, absent his ceremonial garb, wings tucked neatly behind him, and his posture at ease, hinted at the division he maintained between his roles.

"Hmnn~? What I said?" he asked with a gentle curiosity, though his attention briefly flicked to the younglings rushing by, a fleeting smile ghosting over his lips. His tone, now softer and more approachable, hinted that this version of Matthew—unmasked and at rest—was a different facet of the man entirely.

He shifted slightly, gesturing toward the empty seat across from him, offering Roman a place without the formality or distance he usually maintained as a Temple Guardian. "Well... I'm Matthew," he said simply, the lack of pretense clear in the way he spoke, as if this moment was one of the few spaces where the weight of his duty could be momentarily set aside. "And you can call me Matthew."

With a smooth, almost ritualistic motion, he poured tea into a delicate cup and offered it forward. "You're welcome to join me, young one. Would you like some tea?" His voice remained gentle, the rigid formality of the Temple was set aside.

For a moment, he watched Roman, waiting for his response with patience, as if understanding that the young Padawan might still be grappling with the idea of seeing him outside the role of Guardian. But here, in this quiet corner, Matthew was just himself—no mask, no formal duty pressing down on him, just a man taking a moment of calm before stepping back into the mantle he wore so well.

"Tea has a way of quieting the mind," he added, almost to himself, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he took a sip. "Sometimes the best way to listen is to let the noise fade."

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman took a deep breath, allowing the scents of the mess hall to wash over him, the spiced roots, the sweet notes of pastries, and the calming aroma of freshly brewed tea. Each smell combined to form a kind of serenity that he desperately sought but often found elusive within the walls of the Temple.

As he took a tentative step closer to the table, the surface seemed to shimmer with possibilities. Matthew, no longer the austere Guardian who commanded silence and respect with a mere glance, now radiated warmth and approachable wisdom. Roman's heart raced, a blend of excitement and uncertainty filling his chest. He had not come here seeking an apprenticeship; he had merely intended to have a simple meal. But here was Matthew, a figure of authority and inspiration, inviting him into a moment of connection.

"Um, yes, I would like some tea, thank you." he replied, suddenly aware of the breathless quality in his own voice. He settled into the seat across from Matthew, his heart thumping as though it were the slow crescendo of a song yet to fully reveal its melody.

Matthew poured the tea with a fluid grace that made Roman almost forget the anxious flutter in his stomach. The pale brown liquid swirled in his cup, steam rising like fleeting thoughts, dissipating into the air. Roman wrapped his fingers around the warm cup, relishing the gentle heat that coursed through him, grounding him in this moment of potential. He would take the advice of the man before him, quieting his mind, letting the noise fade, and listening to what Matthew had to say.

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Tag: Matthew of Valendale

 

[Matthew of Valendale]

TAGS: Roman Vossari ​

Matthew was quiet for a time, resting as he gently breathed in the warmth and sweetness of the tea before him. He seemed content to simply be in the moment.

After a few long moments of peace, which felt as though they could stretch on into eternity, Matthew finally spoke, his rich, velvety baritone filling the space.

"So, you're saying you've had a hard time finding a Jedi Master who shares your vision? You feel drawn to diplomacy, to giving a voice to the voiceless, but it's not a path that many Jedi Masters are eager to mentor."

He paused, reflecting on what had been shared earlier, before taking a sip of his tea and offering his own thoughts.

"Here I am before you, serving as an ambassador for my home world, yet I do not sit in the Senate halls. Instead, you've seen me take on the role of a Jedi Temple Guard—a role that, at first glance, seems to stand in direct opposition to the ideals of diplomacy that I hold dear. My duty is to protect, often through vigilance and, when necessary, force. It's an approach that seems at odds with the peaceful negotiation I've always believed in. The balance between guarding the Order and advocating for peace is a difficult one to maintain, but I believe there is harmony in both."

He explained his thoughts carefully, his tone languid yet casual.

"Though the role of a Jedi Temple Guard may appear counter to the diplomatic path, I see it differently. By serving in this capacity, I am performing an act of cultural diplomacy—representing my world through service to the Jedi, a foreign power that holds immense influence. In protecting the Order, I also demonstrate my planet's values of peace and justice. It may not be the traditional route to diplomacy, but it is still diplomacy in its own way."

He took another brief sip of tea before continuing.

"Diplomacy itself is a difficult path to walk. It's often thankless, full of unsung deeds carried out behind closed doors. A single bad day for someone else can undo months of delicate work. Navigating this path isn't easy; there are many approaches to diplomacy, and truly empathizing with someone else's needs and desires can be challenging. Finding compromise between two opposing sides? Even more so. It's understandable why so few are drawn to this work, but that doesn't lessen its importance. In the end, it is the silent victories that often shape the galaxy."

He was quiet for a brief few moments...

"As for wisdom I may impart upon you, it may sound simple, perhaps even a bit like old proverbs, but I assure you, they ring true. Be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to anger. Use your wit as a shield, not as a sword—it will serve you far better in the long run."

Matthew paused for a moment, then continued.

"Remember this: A leader's strength lies not in their power, but in their patience. True authority is earned, not demanded. Lead with understanding, not with fear, and you'll find others more willing to follow. When faced with conflict, seek first to understand, then to be understood."

He smiled, adding one final piece of wisdom.

"And never forget—he who stands alone may be strong, but he who stands with others builds something greater than himself. A leader builds bridges, not walls. I could keep going and prattle on for hours if you let me but I really do think learning by doing is the best hands on way to gain experience. "

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Padawan Roman took a moment to soak in Matthew's words, his gaze drifting over the steaming cup in front of him. He could almost feel the weight of each lesson settle into his mind like stones in a pond, rippling outward with every reflection.

"Your insights resonate deeply with me." he replied, his voice steady yet imbued with youthful enthusiasm. "I've often felt frustrated by the reluctance of others to embrace the diplomatic path. It's as if the impulse for conflict overshadows the grace of understanding. Hearing how you find harmony between protection and diplomacy has given me a new perspective. It's not always about where we stand, but how we choose to wield our influence, isn't it?"

He took a thoughtful sip of tea, savoring the warmth as it traveled down his throat. "I admire your commitment to serve the Order, even when it means stepping into a role that seems contrary to your beliefs. It makes me realize that every action we take can be a form of diplomacy in its own right. I want to be a Jedi who helps heal divides, not deepen them, and I can see now that every encounter, no matter how small, holds that potential."

Roman's expression brightened, a slight grin breaking through his contemplative demeanor. "Maybe, in a way, the Senate and the Temple Guard aren't as distinct as I once thought. After all, we are all here to foster peace at the end of the day. I'm eager to learn by doing, as you said. If I can embody those lessons in my actions, perhaps I can find my own path as you have."

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Tag: Matthew of Valendale

 

[Matthew of Valendale]

TAGS: Roman Vossari ​

Matthew smiled and shook his head. "I have an excellent place for you to start learning, if you're ready. The truth is, people won't change unless they want to. You can expect them to behave the same way until that desire for change sparks within them." He paused briefly before adding, "You can't force it—you can only persuade and demonstrate."

His voice remained calm and assured as he continued. "More often than not, force breeds resentment. But yes, you're getting it. It's about perspectives and actions, not just power. Actions speak volumes where words fail, that's true, but remember—it often takes ten or twelve good actions to make up for a single bad experience. One poor choice can stain a reputation or a group for a long time."

Matthew's tone became more serious. "In the same vein, it's our actions that define us. But be wary, for honeyed words often conceal shadowed daggers. If something sounds too good to be true, then it probably is... Ah, I could go on giving wit or wisdom all day, but universal truths are tricky things."

Leaning in thoughtfully, Matthew's smile returned. "I already have two students who are a bit rough around the edges—both new to this way of life. They come from backgrounds far removed from those raised within the safe confines of the Jedi. Perhaps practicing with peers like them would be a good starting point for you, hmm? I think they could benefit from exposure to someone with a different walk of life—someone who can offer them new perspectives but is still within their peer group."

He paused, considering his next words. "My job, as I see it, is to help my students shape themselves into the finest versions of who they can become. To enable their goals, not dictate them."

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Padawan Roman listened intently, the wisdom of Matthew resonating deep within him. As the elder spoke, Roman's brow furrowed in concentration, absorbing each carefully crafted word. The warmth of Matthew's smile, juxtaposed with the gravity of his counsel, gave Roman both a sense of comfort and a spark of curiosity.

"You're right." Roman replied, his expression serious yet enthusiastic. "I understand that change must come from within, and that I can only be a guiding light, not a forceful hand. I'm grateful for the opportunity to practice with your two students."

He thought for a moment on his students, "I believe that sharing our experiences could be beneficial for all of us. We all have our struggles and triumphs to bring to the table, and working together might shine a light on different paths we could take. It would be an honor to assist them in finding their own strengths, and in turn, to grow alongside them.

I accept your challenge, and I'm ready to embrace this new adventure. I'm eager to step outside my comfort zone and see what we can learn from each other. Thank you for believing in me, Matthew.

With a determined smile, Roman nodded, ready to embark on this new journey alongside Matthew's students.

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[Matthew of Valendale]

TAGS: Roman Vossari ​

Matthew chuckled softly, "Ah, you've got the right spirit. Stepping out of your comfort zone, eh? That's where the real fun begins. Just remember—no matter how wise you get, never lose that spark of curiosity. It'll keep you on your toes, and trust me, the galaxy loves to surprise you."

He reached into his robes and pulled out a small, gleaming data card. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it playfully to Roman. "Here; This will get you access to the Exonerator. Don't worry—Vincent will be waiting for you at Dock 7. He's the guy you'll want to talk to; he'll help you get settled in. Consider it part of your new adventure."

With a wink, Matthew added, "Oh, and don't let him give you too much grief. He's got a sharp tongue, but a good heart."

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Should Roman head to Dock 7, he would find a striking white and gold yacht, the Exonerator, docked there. Its sleek, elegant design stood out among the other ships, with smooth curves and shimmering gold accents catching the light. The yacht exuded luxury and sophistication, a vessel clearly built to impress. Even from a distance, Roman could sense the opulence that awaited inside, where diplomacy and indulgence likely went hand in hand.

 

[Roman Vossari]

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He bowed respectfully to Matthew, a smile tugging at his lips. "Thank you, Matthew. I won't forget your words."

Following Matthew's instructions, Roman made his way to Dock 7, his heart quickening with each step. As he neared the designated area, a sight that took his breath away emerged. A vessel of unparalleled elegance, the Exonerator, dominated the dock. Its pristine white hull, accented with shimmering gold, caught the light in a dazzling display. Smooth curves and intricate designs adorned the yacht's exterior, hinting at the luxury and sophistication that awaited within.

Roman gaped, his jaw slightly slack. He'd seen starships before, of course, but nothing like this. The Exonerator was more than just a vessel; it was a work of art, a testament to the ingenuity and grandeur of a civilization far beyond anything he had imagined. He could almost feel the warmth of the interior, envision the lavish furnishings and the air of refined diplomacy that permeated the space. This was a world of dazzling luxury, a stark contrast to the quiet simplicity of his Jedi life.

Roman stumbled around looking for this 'Vincent'.

A shiver of excitement ran down his spine. He was stepping into a new chapter, a world of intrigue and opportunity. And as he approached the Exonerator, a sense of wonder washed over him. This was just the beginning of his adventure, and he couldn't wait to see what the galaxy had in store for him next.

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Tag: Matthew of Valendale