As the jedi train with their masters in their rooms, Otique just sat quietly at the corner of the banquet hall and began to meditate deeply. The horrors from what happened just a year ago still haunt his very mind to this day. Of course, he was not the only one of course. However, he was worried about where his old master was, despite he being already a borderline jedi "master". No, not the master he was forced to be in around 200 years ago, dead Yu'lung is, but where master Yoda was... one of his own kind. Maybe... one of the [b]last[/b]. But Otique senses that he is alive. No illusions, no mind tricks, none of that. Yoda was alive and he felt it. The question was... where is he? Where is he hiding out now? Certainly he was not on this planet, for if it was, Otique would've ran straight towards his location. So many questions does he ask himself... yet gets no answers, or partial-answers if anything. All he can do, was remember the olden days...

[i]The shrieking clash of lightsabers starts the training with Otique and Yoda. Otique presses hard, but suddenly dives forward as Yoda summersaults over him, making the young one almost trip forward. The jedi regains balance as he runs towards the Grand Master once again, leaping into the air and begin to clash again, slash after slash. Yet Yoda keeps calm, his face sowing little emotion as he blocks Otique's attack with superior precision. Eventually, Otique became slightly unaware of his surroundings, which led Yoda into making his counterattack and ultimately making the jedi loos balance once again. It was here where his lightsaber was then taken by the Grand Master as he force pulls it to his palm. The jedi apprentice grunts as he gets back on his feet, rubbing his head.

"[color=39b54a]Your form,[/color]" states Yoda, "[color=39b54a]Lacks concentration, it does. Be on your guard, a jedi must be. Clear your mind of distractions, you must.[/color]"

"[color=82ca9d]But master. I've been trying my best. See that I've not been wielding my lightsaber too wildly as I've did before, have you?[/color]" asks Otique in a highter pitched voice, similar to the Grand Master, but not as quite.

"[color=39b54a]Always room for improvement, there is. For the secret of strength and success, it is. Much to learn you still have, but getting there, you are young padawan.[/color]"

Otique would pause as he fiddles with his lightsaber and lifts it in the air.

[color=82ca9d]"I'll tr~"[/color]

"[color=39b54a]DO...[/color]" Yoda interrupts as he begins to say one of his most immortalized lines, "[color=39b54a]Or do not. There is no try.[/color]"

The padawan sighs again as he remembers this line, being repeated to him over and over every time he says that "He'll try". With a nod, he grins as he begins to continue training once again.[/i]

That was barely 330-some years ago, perhaps more even, when Otique was just a young padawan. Roughly 20 years later would he become a jedi knight and another 60 to become a jedi master. Yet even with such a title, Otique never thought he was one. He even refused to take the seat of the council that Master Yoda offered, for he felt he was not ready to take the responsibility. He would later reconsider on his 501st birthday, with Yoda promising him that after they win the battle of Kashyyyk. But thats when Order 66 was issued... and the two were separated from each other. He would've gotten his ultimate 501st birthday present... which the now newly formed Galactic Empire shattering it to pieces, like glass. Ironically... the only 501st he heard, was the Legion that stormed in the jedi temple, lead by the sith lord Darth Vader. Too broken to be angered was Otique when he heard the news. Yet there was nothing he could've done. But as long as he knows that the Grand Master was alive, the more hope does he grab with the force. 

He was sure, that one day, the Empire will fall to its knees. However long it would take, a year, five years, ten, a hundred, a thousand, a million... he knew that it would fall, like all Empires do. He then slowly opens his eyes and looks around him, taking a peak at the world around him during his mental concentration.