Within the Circle [OSL Padawans]

[Bethany Kismet]

It was an hour past dawn. The sun had just crested the mountains that surrounded Sanctuary, cool morning light filtering into the forest that circled the valley's basin. The grass was still wet with dew, the air cool and a little crisp, though it would warm up as the day progressed. For now though, the mist that settled each night on the valley floor was still heavy and quiet.

The evening before, Bethany Kismet had invited any padawans or other knowledge seekers to join her that morning in a glade on the south side of the valley. It wasn't hard to find. Though she had no idea who had placed the standing stones here a millennia ago, she felt a certain resonance here. It was like the rest of Monastery, quiet, grounded. The planet seemed to slumber, waiting for something. But here there was a spark, a touch of something more. Perhaps it had been built by the members of the original Order of the Sacred Circle that had occupied this planet a thousand years ago. Perhaps it was older than that. Bethany wasn't an archeologist, but the stone circle appealed to her on a deep level, and she was pleased to be able to share it.

She had already been there for an hour before anyone started to show up. The diminutive Jedi Master sat quietly in the early morning light, her hands running through the damp grass. Her own meditations that morning complete, she waited.

[member="Andy Khor"] [member="Calder Icehammer"] [member="Elijah Henson"]

 

[Andy Khor]

"I´ll never get use to the fresh air..." living in cities his whole life he almost thought that the first time he went into the monastery, as he retreated into his ship, breathing the artificial air again. He knew that he would get use to it, but for now he just expected that the first training day would pass by without him even noticing. He became aware that he was a force user a few months ago, in Nal Hutta. Now he find one place to train. The lightsaber would come next, he knew about that, so for now patience would be necessary.

The other day, when he landed, he saw a lot of difference species looking for training, he didnt expected all to be force users. If he wanted to be strong enough to defend himself and the think he cared...that for now where almost none. Only his music career, but with his family dead he was free...and alone. Not something in which he thought a lot, but it was a present thing in his life. Andy walked towards the Jedi of the other day, Bethany. She was sitting meditating by some rocks "Name is Andy. Im here for the training" he spoke for her to listen, just a few feets away.

[member='Bethany Kismet'] [member="Calder Icehammer"]

 

[H3xle]

Jolyn had been born on Tython, yet still the natural beauty of any world still amazed her. For her it was never the cities, but rather the grottoes, canyons, islands, and other natural places. Places with both history and mystery had a resonance with her.

So as she walked slowly towards the standing stones and [member="bethany kismet"], Jolyn couldn't help but smile. Taking deep breaths as she walked, she found her center, her connection to the Force. It was the one thing that had kept her sane and alive during the One Sith occupation of Tython, the one thing that kept her resisting and persisting. Here, it blossomed like never before.

As she approached the appointed place, she offered a bow of her head to both persons present.

"I am Jolyn Vahr, I had heard there was to be a training here?" Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper. As if the world around them would brook no greater sound from her throat as of yet. Her stance was calm, her body relaxed, but her eyes would likely still be troubled to any who looked. Within her, a war between the confidence trained into any Jedi and the reticence borne of having lived under the heel of the One Sith still raged.+

[member="Andy Khor"] [member="calder icehammer"]

 

[Viviana]

Finally, a lesson on being a Jedi. Ever since his departure from his home world he found himself wandering the galaxy trying to learn what it was, and finding nothing. But here, in this peaceful grove, he would learn of the Force. As he stepped through the woods he couldn't help but marvel at the scenery. Such a beautiful place. So many greens and warm colors. So different from the island on Midvinter he had lived for over a century.

Soon enough, he found himself at the clearing [member="Bethany Kismet"] had called him and the others too. There, he saw [member="Andy Khor"] and [member="Jolyn Vahr"] , and offered them both a polite bow of his head. It would not be hard to see the snow white behemoth approaching, and he had no intention of hiding anyway. "Greetings. I am known as Calder."

 

[Alkesh Vizsla]

Once her world had consisted of grays and browns. Of course there had been the neons over the bar. She’d had pictures of worlds with more verdancy. But nothing compared to getting freedom and seeing green for the first time. It had been more than she ever imagined when she’d dreamed of somewhere different late at night.

But Monastery felt special. She’d have several years of roaming since escaping slavery and seen plenty of planets with thriving greenery. But this place seemed nurtured by its own peace, watered by the serenity of those few who’d called it home before Solana and all the rest had gravitated towards it. It was its own catharsis and though she still did not have all the answers she sought as to whether she truly belonged she at least could find solace in her time here.

When she’d heard of a lesson for Padawans she thought that might be the perfect place to find her answers.

Trekking through the brush, it was easy to see the stone formation that had been declared the lesson’s meeting place. Several Padawans had gotten there before her and as was her nature she simply melded in to the group, giving a small nod to those gathered. “Solana,” she offered when she heard them share their names, trying to get a read on her companions. One of them was an enormous bear which was...very, very interesting.

[member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Andy Khor"] | [member="Jolyn Vahr"] | [member="Calder Icehammer"]​

 

[Elijah Beckett]

Elijah's fingers grazed over the flask at his waist for the tenth time in the past hour.

He had caught wind of [member="Bethany Kismet"]'s invitation, but had thought nothing more on it until later in the night. It was when everyone was settling down after working all day, his own men had hounded him about it. Elijah had initially been dismissive of it, voicing his preference to just stick with them and help with the construction. But none of them would have any of it, especially Samuel; the blond haired human, who was essentially his second in command of the group.

Elijah hadn't slept much last night, it wasn't anything new to him though. He could go for at least a few days without it, all it meant was he'd likely crash soon after and sleep through an entire day.

Prior to everyone else waking, Samuel had risen and basically shooed him away, citing it would do him some good. Which had led to him not an hour later; walking the trail to the meeting point. Elijah begrudgling admitted that the walk alone was a pleasant break, from all the running and hiding he did across the various cities. He could even feel something in the air; the Force. Even though his time with the NJO had been brief and disastrous, it still had opened him to it.

Although he'd be damned, and would curse the Force itself, if it led to him cutting out his drink.

And with that said he finally grabbed the flask and took a quick swig of it, only to curse under his breath when it emptied. Damn it, I should've pestered Sam for more before I left.

He was fairly certain the people he was going to be around for this lesson, weren't going to have any with them.

After a few minutes, Elijah finally arrived where the stone formation was located. He walked with an unnatural quietness given he was wearing boots, and slid into the gathered group. He gazed around at the others who had already arrived, his eyes lingering on [member="Calder Icehammer"] a bit with a look that basically said. Well I haven't seen that before.

With everyone announcing themselves to the group, Elijah muttered something before speaking up. "The name's Elijah."

[member="Andy Khor"] | [member="Jolyn Vahr"] | [member="Solana Murphy"]

 

[Garza]

What a strange world to be in. One where a being such as myself could even come close to Padawans within the Force. People who were gifted with the abilities to fight from the day they were born, or discovered such powers. However, I was not one such. My kind were long gone. My people were almost extinct. We were on the edge of becoming nothing more than a footnote in history. While I didn't intend to change that, What I wanted to do was to become stronger. To prove that even a dying species can fight before they fall. Honestly, as a droid like species, I wasn't required to wear clothes. However, I still did.

Weird, I know, but let me explain. I am a robotic species of sentient people. I can think, and feel, and hold emotions just like everyone else in this galaxy. The only difference between myself than them? I had a metal frame and skin. Why was this so different? I had no clue, but considering we had Human replica droids, and AI that could learn, Why couldn't I exist as well?

So, the final question of why I was here?

During an attack on the Voss people and the Silver Jedi I had stolen a lightsaber from a downed Jedi. Considering that many people within the galaxy I seemed to go against, wielded these weapons, I wanted to learn how to combat these people. As much as I didn't want to be here, and intrude upon these people, I had to be here. Not just for the safety of myself, but for others. If I had to go and stand against a Sith to defend myself, or to fight to protect people who couldn't, then I would do so.

Honestly, I didn't like war. I wasn't for it. I had my skirmishes, and my mishaps. But one thing I always had was my emotions. I did those jobs to make ends meet. Including getting a set of armor to help me with such tasks. For now though, I stood there. Dressed in a simple pair of jeans, a t-shirt, combat boots, and a pair of fingerless gloves on my hands. The only weapon I had with me was the lightsaber I had stolen. As sad as it was to say, I was going to learn how to defend myself from the very people who were training me. Or at least learn something from them.

It seemed I was a little late to the group however. There was a rather large ursa being as well as other Jedi like beings. Speaking up behind the group after a man had mentioned his name was Elijah, my strange and almost electrical sounding voice came through to them.

"I hope you all don't mind if I join you?"

If it was strange for them to see a polar bear, and a robot in this group, then they didn't realize how nervous I was for the crimes I have committed in the past. Would they throw me out like others, or accept me, and take a chance that I might turn on them? I just hoped that they trusted me, as it goes both ways.

[member="Elijah Henson"], [member="Solana Murphy"] [member="Calder Icehammer"], [member="Jolyn Vahr"], [member="Andy Khor"], [member="Bethany Kismet"],

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Bethany's smile encompassed them all. She spread her hands wide, indicating the ground around her within the stone circle.

"Welcome everyone, my name is Bethany," she said. Her voice was soft and calm. She greeted each in turn, repeating their names back and committing them to memory. Andy. Jolyn. Calder. Solana. Elijah. She paused when those emerald eyes fell on the last person to arrive. A small spark of surprise flickered in her gaze, but rather than turning him away, she motioned for him to join them as well, the gentle smile never leaving her face.

"And what are we to call you?"

She waited for everyone to sit down. The group was a strange mix- not merely due to the presence of the droid and the hulking white furred bear. Each of them brought something different to the circle. Some already had some experience in the Force- others had yet to take their first steps. Fresh eyes in some cases. Deeply troubled souls in others. Exuberance or quiet. Hope. And trepidation.

"Before we begin, I'd like to know what each of you is here to find," she said, looking around the circle. "Whether that means literally here this morning, or in general on Monastery. Tell me..... why are you here? What are you looking for?"

[member="Andy Khor"] [member="Jolyn Vahr"] [member="Calder Icehammer"] [member="Solana Murphy"] [member="Elijah Henson"] [member="Lt. Sage"]

 

[Andy Khor]

"Im looking to know more about the force..." was the better thing he could say at the moment. He didnt like power as a whole. Only to be reknown through the galaxy. Imagine a Jedi that knows how to create music. Other than that he didnt have much time to analyze why he choose a light path instead of being a Sith, as he had only discovered that he was a force user months ago. Maybe Andy choose to be a jedi because he wanted to feel joy between the crowd instead of fear or rage.

Here he was, with only a blaster, almost broke, with an almost disfunctional ship and he would give anything to learn how to be more strong "...and to protect others when they can´t." said scratching his backneck smiling. In a more selfish way, he could use the force to do two or three things at a time, and that in the music business was like digging in a gold mine. It would be fun and work efficient in a way. For now he would take things slow and listen and obey to everything Bethany had to say. Andy couldnt felt to be a little impatient into getting his lightsaber. He would build it as the blueprint he managed to get in that pirate ship.

[member='Bethany Kismet'] [member='Elijah Henson'] [member='Jolyn Vahr'] [member='Calder Icehammer'] [member='Lt. Sage']

 

[Viviana]

Calder would sit near the outskirts of the circle. Not because he didn't want to be close to anyone, rather, he didn't want to block or interfere with the others from his size. He listened to [member="Andy Khor"] as the man spoke. Knowledge and the ability to protect others. Selfless, curious. But why had the Beorni come? "I wish to learn what it is to be a Jedi. I have met several Jedi in my life, and have always been curious as to what makes them.. Them."

[member="Bethany Kismet"]

 

[Caid Keller]

Late, as always.

It had been quite a long time since the One Sith and Mandolorian's had destroyed the Republic, and the Jedi Order he knew with it. Caid had no saber, as he'd never built one, and he'd discarded his robes long ago. Clad in simple black cargo pants and a black shirt he moved to join the group. The Order of the Sacred Lotus offered a cause he could get behind. Something to provide safety amidst the chaos, to the innocent.

It was something one of his friends, Tilani, a Twi'lek he'd been friends with as a youngling had dreamed of. Tilani had died when the One Sith sacked Coruscant. Caid had watched. Taking a seat he set his eyes on [member="Bethany Kismet"]. "Purpose." He responded to her question calmly, taking a deep breath as he awaited the events to begin.

"I'm Caid." He added.

[member="Calder Icehammer"] [member="Andy Khor"] [member="Lt. Sage"] [member="Elijah Henson"] [member="Solana Murphy"]

 

[Elijah Beckett]

Elijah visibly flinched when [member="Lt. Sage"] spoke behind him. It was pretty clear Elijah really didn't like people sneaking up behind him, an occupational hazard from his past. His head snapped to his left so he could look back and identify the voice, a slight frown formed as he quickly realised it was a droid. This place seems to be gathering quite the variety of folks. Apes, a bear, now a droid?

He had no issue with any of them, but he dreaded to think what else could possibly find its way to Monastery. It's going to turn into a zoo soon enough.

As [member="Bethany Kismet"] spoke, he turned his attention to her and eventually settled himself down into the circle, not particularly caring who he was sitting next to.

Elijah listened to what [member="Andy Khor"], [member="Calder Icehammer"], and the latecomer [member="Caid Keller"] had to say; his eyes landing on each of them when they spoke. Only then did he chime in with his reasons.

"Peace." He began, his gaze wandered over the others then fell on Bethany. "Some measure of it at least." If such a thing is even possible for me now. His past had been dominated with war and violence for as long as he could remember. First as a soldier, and then as a SIS Agent; and he'd be damned if he didn't admit the latter had been more damaging of the two.

"That and to do some good, for a change."

[member="Solana Murphy"] [member="Jolyn Vahr"]

 

[Garza]

The woman who seemed to be leading this entire get together didn't shun me away at the first moment. She seemed almost happy, and surprised to see an array of people who came to such a place. As such, she started many things off. Firstly, addressing me. Bethany's voice was... pleasant. I had never heard a voice like hers that was filled with genuine appreciation for us being here. Let alone, myself being in the group. Speaking as I noticed the ursine creature, Calder, I think his name was? Move back from the rest of the group. Not to move away, but to allow room for others who were not as quite as big as himself.

"I go by Sage. Thank you for the invitation."

It was then I could hear a young set of steps walking up to join us. He did so as Bethany asked the question of why everyone was here. In a circle many answered. Even the new young man Caid responded with purpose. Others spoke of wanting to protect those who couldn't. Redemption, or even to learn just the fundamentals of being a Jedi. Someone who put their life on the line for others without the requirement, or expectancy of reciprocation.

As everyone voiced theirs, I took a moment to think of mine. Why was I really here? I handled myself fairly well against a Jedi in the past. Why would I come out of my way to be here. A place where none like me were expected, and in some cases, shunned. I had moved all about the galaxy for damn near close to a millennium, that I could remember at least, and I had never found one of my own. Never seen one of my own. With that, I had to make do with the hand I was dealt. Even knowingly act wrongfully, or poorly towards others to raise myself within society. As weird as it may sound, I do have dreams. I do have nightmares. Knowing that people could- no. Have been hurt, or even killed by my actions sickens me.

I wanted to fix that. I wanted to find a way to figure out why I was here. Not my purpose, but what I wanted to overcome. I wanted to overcome my past.

Looking up to Bethany. My glowing eyes, if you could really call them that. Florescent Yellow, looked towards her as I spoke my reasoning.

"Acceptance, retribution, and a place I belong."

[member="Elijah Henson"], [member="Caid Keller"] [member="Calder Icehammer"] [member="Andy Khor"], [member="Bethany Kismet"], [member="Solana Murphy"] [member="Jolyn Vahr"]

 

[Alkesh Vizsla]

All of the sudden she felt terribly vulnerable.

There was no reason. Somewhere in her mind she knew that. Every other Padawan there had their reasons to be apprehensive whether it was as simple as not wanting to look uneducated to something far more dire. As was her nature she stayed quiet, absorbing other’s answers as she contemplated how to word hers. She was not afraid that her answer would garner disapproving looks. This didn’t seem the type of place to shun, to judge. She was simply afraid that she did not fit in, that she would have to leave and embark once more on her journey to find a place to belong.

Nobody’s answers seemed simple. It was clear everyone surrounding the Master had a story of their own and it made Solana feel somewhat relaxed. Her gaze first settled on a dark-haired young man who said his reason for being there was peace, her features fluttering slightly as something in the one-word answer struck a chord. That was something she could understand. Dark eyes flicked to the droid as he answered. She knew it was said that they were programmed, that personalities were never meant to come in to the equation. But if that were true, half of the droids she’d met in her life were just non-existent, ignored by the history books. This one emoted apprehension and she - naturally curious - wanted to know why. Acceptance was one of her greatest traits and the notion of being unwelcoming didn’t cross her mind.

And then it was her turn.
Her stomach flipped.

Looking to Bethany, she chewed at her lip a bit before answering. “To learn how to protect people’s freedom, and their lives. To pay forward a kindness done to me. And to find a place I belong with people I trust.”

Wouldn’t that be something? A family of sorts? Not having to fight for everything, to wait for a knife in the back? The very idea warmed her.

[member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Elijah Henson"] | [member="Calder Icehammer"] | [member="Caid Keller"] | [member="Andy Khor"] | [member="Jolyn Vahr"] | [member="Lt. Sage"]​

 

[Vora Kaar]

"Inner strength."

Standing in a hallway a few meters away from the group. It seemed that everyone had made their words their own. Every man, woman, and being here had made their case for their wanting, and acceptance of the Light side of the force. While I myself was not entirely light, in all honestly, closer to the dark, I wanted to find peace. If that meant learning from Padawans, or even teaching others once more, then so be it. So many times I had seduced others in the dark side of the force. So many times I have killed others. It was here that I sought a sanctuary. One that I could overcome. At least allow myself to overcome the death of my mother.

Having her passing, was killing me. It was something I hated. Something I regretted for not spending more time with her. Instead, I was out killing, converting, and even obliterating others. I knew I would never be a Jedi. I knew I would never be free of the dark side. There was no redemption for me. However, there was for these people.

I wanted to right my wrong. Fix and have others who I have been so clearly wrong about. I had no real view upon the force. Many came close, yet I felt that none were entirely right about what the force was. It flows around and through every one of us. It was the choices that we made with the gift, and this curse we were given that determine who we are. It is a tool. Another weapon of war, or a shield against those who would hurt others. It is a being. Able to influence many powerful people. Creating, and destroying legends. The force was alive as much as it was the light, and the dark.

Much like life, there will always be happiness, and sadness. But the point was to find out how to overcome either, and have a balanced life. If there were no emotion, then you had no happiness. If you knew not of sadness, then you would not know of all the good that could be done. To feel one, is to feel the other. I was here to bring that message home. I was here to show, that I am someone you do not want to become. A fallen Angel if you will.

"Forgive my interruption Master Jedi. I come to aid in teaching."

[member="Solana Murphy"], [member="Lt. Sage"], [member="Elijah Henson"], [member="Caid Keller"], [member="Calder Icehammer"], [member="Andy Khor"], [member="Bethany Kismet"], [member="Jolyn Vahr"],

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Bethany listened carefully as each one spoke. Many of their reasons for being here were similar. One, however, was very, very different.

"Retribution is something you will not find in this place," she said gently to the mechanical man. Looking out at the gathering, including the new comers, she continued.

"To do good works, to learn about the Force. To find peace, acceptance, belonging. These things are all entwined, interconnected. They spring from the same well within all of us. They spring.... from Hope."

Slowly, Bethany leaned over, reaching out into the center of the circle. Drawing on the Force, she opened her hand, palm down, resting it lightly on the grass.

"Monastery, like most planets, slumbers. It had little enough need for the comings and goings of the sentient creatures that scuttle over her surface. But certain things are noticed. Small things. Beautiful things."

Raising her hand slowly, in the space that grew between her palm and the grass, a half dozen small plants began to curl from the soil.

"The seeds were here, waiting- either to sprout, to rot, or to be eaten by other creatures- all possible futures contained in the shell of each individual seed. Despite the fact that two out of those three futures mean oblivion, the seed was still created. In hope that it would grow."

The Force flowed through her as she spread her fingers, the seedlings curling toward the filtered light that came in from the canopy above. "Their existence, their *own* existence, is for one purpose. To grow and flourish and exist."

She pulled her hand back, the seedlings continuing to grow at an accelerated rate. True leaves unfurled and they stretched, curling and twinning together as they stretched toward the light. Seeds of some kind of vine now, clearly.

"In this heavy forest, there isn't much light. But they seek it out. On their own, each one would grow thin and spindly, collapsing in upon itself long before ever reaching a height where the sun could fall on it's leaves unobstructed. But as they support each other, tendrils finding grip on tendrils, all of them find the strength necessary to climb higher than they could have alone."

Pausing, she looked up at the gathering, emerald eyes fathomless for a moment.

"The things you all seek are much the same," she said quietly. "And by reaching out, both in search of support but also offering support, you all will have a chance to reach greater heights than any of us can accomplish alone. I've asked you each already when you are searching for- what you hope to find here. Now I ask you- what do you offer? Not to me. Not to the Order. But to the people around you? You have said what you lack, but now find the strength you already possess and that you know makes you light itself."

Her smile was soft, encouraging. Her first question had been one of vulnerability, of admitting what was missing. Now she wished to hear their own affirmations of self- not because of what their abilities would offer her- but for the strength they would find within themselves.

[member="Darren Shaw"] [member="Elijah Henson"] [member="Caid Keller"] [member="Calder Icehammer"] [member="Andy Khor"] [member="Solana Murphy"] [member="Jolyn Vahr"] [member="Lt. Sage"]

 

[Andy Khor]

The words Bethany said had sense "The force interconnect everything" thought for a moment about that sentence. But what did he had to offer? Living with a rich corrupted family didnt help with flourishing other abilities he had. Andy had to grow by himself. Now he would be part of something big, where he could be safe. He didnt knew anyone present, but he thought that in a future they would watch his back. Thrust would be part of his daily life and he himself would grow in strenght to defend that.

"What i have to offer is common knowings of mechanics but not as good as an engineer, flying ships. Im a good composer and producer of music too"

[member="Darren Shaw"] [member="Elijah Henson"] [member="Caid Keller"] [member="Calder Icehammer"] [member="Solana Murphy"] [member="Jolyn Vahr"] [member="Lt. Sage"]

 

[H3xle]

"Before we begin, I'd like to know what each of you is here to find," she said, looking around the circle. "Whether that means literally here this morning, or in general on Monastery. Tell me..... why are you here? What are you looking for?"

Jolyn thought about that question as she gave everyone else who spoke her attention. Inner peace, acceptance, similar threads. She was not naive enough to think her story was truly unique, the galaxy at large was practically smoldering with conflict, war, terror, and hatred. The things she'd seen on Tython were things likely visited on countless worlds of the One Sith, and other beyond those borders.

Still, to find so many people here wishing to pursue the same ends as her was heartening, and while Jolyn kept quiet for the moment, she nodded with each persons utterance in agreement. All except the retribution. She mentally cringed as that one rang true to a part of her soul, it wasn't a Jedi ideal to pursue retribution or vengeance. Often that was the way a Jedi fell, by attempting to secure a measure of peace by exacting a personal type of justice on others who had wronged them. Such wasn't Justice, truly, but rather vengeance made up to look righteous. Jolyn needed to find a way to smooth out that ripple within her, as the trandoshan likely should as well.

"The things you all seek are much the same," she said quietly. "And by reaching out, both in search of support but also offering support, you all will have a chance to reach greater heights than any of us can accomplish alone. I've asked you each already when you are searching for- what you hope to find here. Now I ask you- what do you offer? Not to me. Not to the Order. But to the people around you? You have said what you lack, but now find the strength you already possess and that you know makes you light itself."

"I offer understanding..." She said, speaking after [member="Andy Khor"] spoke. "I have been trained extensively in meditation, but not likely as expertly as you have, Master Kismet. However, I offer a non-judgmental ear, understanding, and any help I can provide towards peace and harmony." She spoke with a soft voice, audible to everyone gathered, but seemingly also reverent of the space they were in.




[member="Darren Shaw"] [member="Elijah Henson"] [member="Caid Keller"] [member="Calder Icehammer"] [member="bethany kismet"] [member="Solana Murphy"] [member="Lt. Sage"]

 

[Elijah Beckett]

Elijah had watched and listened to [member="Bethany Kismet"]'s work on the seedling with honest curiosity in his eyes. He always had both a fascinated and frustated outlook on the Force. There had been times on the battlefield when he had witnessed a Jedi healing their injured comrade, hell a couple times he had been that wounded soldier. Then there were the frustating times, specifically whenever he had crossed paths with Sith or Dark Jedi. Somehow he had always managed to survive those occurances, even the unpredictable of foes become predictable over time.

As he listened to the others voice their strengths, Elijah felt as though he aligned similiarly with [member="Andy Khor"]; the more mundane strengths, nothing to do with the Force.

"Honestly I don't think I really have a single strength that is above the rest. More like a few smaller things, like helping folks learn how to defence themselves. Whether it be up close or at a distance; I'm also a half decent pilot." Elijah paused as a thought crossed his mind. "I suppose I could also impart some knowledge, about battlefields and such. You know, for those inexperienced with what its like."

[member="Lt. Sage"], [member="Calder Icehammer"], [member="Caid Keller"], [member="Solana Murphy"], [member="Jolyn Vahr"], [member="Darren Shaw"]

 

[Viviana]

"I fish."

It was all the Beorni could think of that the others could use from him. His knowledge was Beorni knowledge, crafting, forging. All made for the Beorni, towering giants. The others around him were small, thin. What he could teach them would be of no use to any. Calder could not picture [member="Bethany Kismet"] using his hammer, or [member="Elijah Henson"] wearing his armor. So he went with the skill he knew he could teach others.