[center][b][color=6ecff6]Mastar Kasari and Arren Kae[/color]
[color=8dc73f]Coruscant[/color][/b][/center]

“There is only ever one thing that blocks one’s path. Some call it anger, some call it sorrow, everyone has a certain name for what it is but in truth it is but one thing. You. You are the block on your path.”

Kasari remained silent in the corner, not speaking or moving so she wouldn’t disturb the silver-haired Jedi from giving a lesson to Xeviiy. Where Kasari hadn’t been able to break through, Arren Kae had performed impressive feats of wisdom in which many padawans were left with the imprints of her questions upon them. The Council did not always approve of her methods, but Kasari couldn’t help but be in awe of someone like Arren. The woman seemingly had infinite wisdom to give, and behind that piercing gaze was a wealth of knowledge. An unreadable force who asked the questions that needed to be asked. Hard questions, never easy. Kasari gave up a long time ago trying to understand Arren’s ways, but she understood the uses. Right now, it was her place to wait and watch. Even she could learn something from the experienced master.

At the table, Arren Kae never moved her gaze from Xeviiy. “Ahh… So she sits. Yet, I wonder if the storm will be too much. The tower either stands, or it crumbles.” Arren looked out to the library. “I am Arren Kae. Kasari has told me much about you, Xeviiy. You’re resistant to using the lightsaber because you do not like to fight. I’ve known an apprentice like you. Strong in the force, very strong. You are too naïve to understand that your resistance is not an act of lightside mastery, but of ignorance.” Arren’s stare returned to Xeviiy. “The lightsaber is an extension of yourself. A part of your core being often truer than the lessons you receive. If you refuse to master your blade, who will you protect? That is what you want, isn’t it? To protect others. Ah yes, you understand the ways of healing and are on the path of mastering it. But, who do you heal if those you want to heal are dead? And, they’re dead because you couldn’t save them in time.” 

Arren closed her eyes. “Close your eyes, breathe. I want you to see.” With her connection to the force, Arren let her own energy stream forth and connect with Xeviiy. The stream between the two became linked, merging the storm clouds with the padawan. “Can you see it?” Within the darkness, a vision appeared. A field on farmland, and a home. At the home, a mercenary held a man at blaster point. His wife and child stood nearby in terror, not daring to move. A second mercenary had his blaster rifle pointed at them, standing over the corpse of a young girl.

The voice of the mercenary became real, talking as if directly to Xeviiy. “Nothing funny, Jedi. You pull something, they end up like her.”

“What do you do? The choice is yours.” Arren asked.

[center][b][color=bc8dbf]Anna Sparvic[/color]
[color=8dc73f]Coruscant[/color][/b][/center]

It took a lot of work for Anna to reach her position, but she took no shortcuts and never looked for an easier path. She did everything by the letter of the law, strictly upholding the tenants of law and justice the Republic provided for her to follow. Her hard work was noticed and after the Great Sith War, she found herself under the command of Leon Arthos: a well-known name in Republic circles for his heroism during the war. Anna never told him, but he was one of the reasons she joined the Republic. Reading about his brave exploits and others, she wanted to contribute in her own way. A duty to upkeep peace and prosperity.

What she didn’t expect was the way Leon cut corners sometimes. It seemed soldier work and officer paperwork style of work clashed with each other. The man was always restless and driving the superiors insane with the everlasting procrastination on paperwork. During those times it seemed Anna’s red hair was more than just red, but perhaps fire fueling her to kick Leon into gear. Normally even keel, she could lose her patience and the entire force seemed rather entertained when the lieutenant was directing Leon about to his work. Many mistook her as a completely strict robot for the Republic, but Anna surprised many with the fact she could make a wise cracking remark. Ninety-nine percent of them were directed to Leon. 

Again, the lieutenant found herself in the position of watching Leon take one of his infamous breaks. Sometimes he didn’t come back for hours. Sometimes, he didn’t come back until the next day of work! Anna was not going to allow him to simply shirk his duties and leave her with the leftovers. Standing in the elevator with him, Anna had to ask.

“Where do you even go when you leave? Honestly, sir, I’ve never seen anyone more dedicated to not doing their job. Sir.”