Wolf in Jedi's Clothing

[Kendrix]

Alberis woke up for his first morning in the Galactic Rebublic in a place actually reserved for him. It was odd for him sleeping in an actually bed that he could call his, having clothes he could wear that didn't smell like alcohol. He quickly got dressed. He wasn't sure what he had planned. He decided to pay a certain jedi a visit how ever. It was her after all that was the reason he was now in a place of his own. Which was a lot better than sleeping in an ally or in a hangar.

Al made his way over to the Jedi academy peeking around claiming to on official business if someone asked him what he was doing. He made his way around fairly easily and paused as he reached the garden. At this moment, he wished to be a jedi just so he could walk in the garden each day. He went on to find his friend but his mind was that the constant wonderer. He watched as young children moved about the grounds and learned things that Alberis couldn't even dream of.

One specific class caught his eye, padawans learning hand to hand combat. This could have come in handy when Alberis got the hell beat out of him by that boxer. He shook his head at the thought. Then mimicked the style that the Jedi teacher was showing them. Probably not his smartest idea but he found the fighting style fascinating.

[member="Elizie Adasca"]

 

[Bubák]

It was a beautiful morning and Elizie practiced unarmed combat alongside other Padawans, mimicking the moves of the teacher. Her fists punched through the air, fighting against an invisible opponent, moving very slowly at first but gaining more speed as time progressed. Her breathing was calm, body relaxed, mind at peace. It truly was a beautiful morning; as if the Light Side itself blessed it with its presence. The young Arkanian enjoyed the warm feeling radiating through the Force, yet deep inside recognized it to be just an illusion. It was only a matter of time before the seemingly unstoppable Sith war machine knocked on the door. She did not want to let the disturbing thoughts distract her though; the white haired woman focused on the Light Side of the Force and let all the worry disappear for now, saving those for a meditation later. After a few more swings and punches, the noble’s thoughts focused solely on the training.

This continued until she caught something strange in the corner of her eye. Someone she had never seen before; his clothes looked different than those of other Padawans, his moves showed a lack of practice and he was not even there from the start of the lesson. Not only that; as the young Arkanian focused on the pink skinned man, she came to a realization he felt different from other Force users. Not in the way he would be weaker or stronger than the rest of the class; the man’s presence said absolutely nothing about the Force. Elizie could clearly feel him, but he did not radiate neither the Light Side nor the Dark Side. A non-Force user? What would he be doing in the Jedi Academy? Naturally, the Arkanian knew of many non-Force users that served among the Jedi as maintenance, cooks or cleaners; but none of those practiced with Padawans. Another possibility was that the man hid his Force signature, but Elizie swiftly dismissed the possibility. An infiltrator would have made himself less… obvious.

The girl stopped moving and offered the instructor a bow to let her know she wished to leave, and swiftly made her way through the class, careful to not disturb the practicing Padawans. The young Jedi approached the Zeltron, giving him a warm smile and a bow. “Excuse me,” she whispered, “I apologize for disturbing your… training process… but could you please follow me?” The training room was not a place to solve this, therefore the young Padawan led the Zeltron out of the chamber, going to the hallways outside where their words would not disturb anyone.

Once out, she spun on her heels and faced the Zeltron, the smile still on her face. “Please give me your name and explain your presence here,” she requested, her voice firm, yet warm and encouraging.

[member="Alberis Nark"]