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"You will be assigned to Master Kratyan, congratulations Padawan Sor-Jan."
Despite the lesson, or perhaps inspite of it, the words immediately lit a smile upon the young Anzati's face. His arrogance was not so summarily dismissed, particularly not when it was so well rewarded as it had been now. It was an invitation to grow more powerful. And if events of the last several days had taught the Anzati anything, it was the value of power. Kraytan, the Jedi he was to be apprenticed to, had endured blaster bolts raining down on his body. To channel that kind of energy, that was power. Real power. And a mystery, one that the youngling was very much interested in unraveling.
As the Cathar sentinel turned her attention to the young Nautolan, Zak merely inclined his head. "As you wish, Master," the boy answered obediently. A rote response, generated through repetition and expectation rather than honest regard for her words. Zak still felt uncertain of himself. But one thing was certain, he hoped to have a different teacher than Sor-Jan.
His Anzati friend seemed different now. Zak wasn't certain just what or how, but he didn't like it.
Despite the lesson, or perhaps inspite of it, the words immediately lit a smile upon the young Anzati's face. His arrogance was not so summarily dismissed, particularly not when it was so well rewarded as it had been now. It was an invitation to grow more powerful. And if events of the last several days had taught the Anzati anything, it was the value of power. Kraytan, the Jedi he was to be apprenticed to, had endured blaster bolts raining down on his body. To channel that kind of energy, that was power. Real power. And a mystery, one that the youngling was very much interested in unraveling.
As the Cathar sentinel turned her attention to the young Nautolan, Zak merely inclined his head. "As you wish, Master," the boy answered obediently. A rote response, generated through repetition and expectation rather than honest regard for her words. Zak still felt uncertain of himself. But one thing was certain, he hoped to have a different teacher than Sor-Jan.
His Anzati friend seemed different now. Zak wasn't certain just what or how, but he didn't like it.
Just so that I understand your post, Caboose... Sor-Jan (who is an NPC) is now Kraytan's padawan, and Zak (my PC) is not a padawan but will be training with Deja (your NPC)?
Just wanted to make sure that was the intent. It may be confusing because the OP says that Sor-Jan is a PC, but I swapped characters a month ago.
Just wanted to make sure that was the intent. It may be confusing because the OP says that Sor-Jan is a PC, but I swapped characters a month ago.
If these two younglings are the future of the Jedi, we might be screwed.
"...however before we do that I feel I must ask do you feel ready to become padawans?"
Pada--what did she just say?
As the temple guard removed her mark, revealing the Cathar Jedi within, the two younglings were at once entranced at the notion that her question planted in their minds. Although, for vastly different reasons.
For the young Nautolan, the question sparked immediate doubt. He should have wanted to say yes, but he didn't. More over, he couldn't. There was so much he saw others do that was worlds beyond anything he'd experienced in the Force. Only when in motion was he at peace. Only when a lightsaber burned in his hand did he see clearly. During the escape from the Temple, Zak had been terrified. And, yet, in that rain of blaster fire he had never known anything as tranquil as what he'd experienced then. Dancing on the edge of death, with his sword as a partner, responding to the way he moved.
"Yes."
Blinking, confused, Zak looked over at the Anzati who had spoken. It made sense that Sor-Jan would say that. He was practically bored at the Jedi Academy. The black-haired youngling had been on the Grand Master's List more times than anyone in their clan. What he lacked in finesse at physical trials, SJ more than made up for with his beautiful mind.
Zak would think SJ arrogant, but for the fact that Sor-Jan was exactly the Jedi that the Nautolan wished he could be. Tranquil. Meditative. SJ made the Force look like it was easy.
"SJ's definitely ready," the Nautolan affirmed humbly, opting to admit to his own faults and praise where others had overcome them. So what about him? The swirls in his dark eyes shifted several times, as the boy's focus turned inward, and soon after found his eyes downcast along the floor. "I..." Zak began, as the Nautolan thought again about a dream to be a great Jedi Guardian and swordsman. Like Master Windu. Just like Master Windu. And, in that moment, realized how short of his dream that he fell. "I don't think..."
"He's not ready."
After having spared the other boy a compliment, Zak's head turned up with a look of horror at the words that Sor-Jan had uttered, smugly twisting the proverbial knife as the Anzati turned his eyes away from the Cathar woman to look at the Nautolan with a gaze like Zak had never seen before.
Sor-Jan was looking down on him.
"He can barely levitate a rock," the Anzati stated, a tone in his voice somewhere between contempt and outright laughter. And, with that, the Anzat turned his head away. As though Zak were no longer of any importance.
As Zak's heart started racing, the Nautolan felt his cheeks burn as a rush of blood surged to his head. "At least I can hold a lightsaber," the youngling retorted sharply.
The near human boy calmly turned back toward the amphibian youngling. "I don't need to hold a lightsaber," Sor-Jan stated placidly, a smug look on his face as though he'd already delivered the punchline to the galaxy's funniest joke. "I can just do this," the youngling explained.
Before Knight Deja could have prevented it, the young Anzati gave a subtle, quick wave of one hand. And, in that moment, Zak went flying backward into the corridor wall.
Pada--what did she just say?
As the temple guard removed her mark, revealing the Cathar Jedi within, the two younglings were at once entranced at the notion that her question planted in their minds. Although, for vastly different reasons.
For the young Nautolan, the question sparked immediate doubt. He should have wanted to say yes, but he didn't. More over, he couldn't. There was so much he saw others do that was worlds beyond anything he'd experienced in the Force. Only when in motion was he at peace. Only when a lightsaber burned in his hand did he see clearly. During the escape from the Temple, Zak had been terrified. And, yet, in that rain of blaster fire he had never known anything as tranquil as what he'd experienced then. Dancing on the edge of death, with his sword as a partner, responding to the way he moved.
"Yes."
Blinking, confused, Zak looked over at the Anzati who had spoken. It made sense that Sor-Jan would say that. He was practically bored at the Jedi Academy. The black-haired youngling had been on the Grand Master's List more times than anyone in their clan. What he lacked in finesse at physical trials, SJ more than made up for with his beautiful mind.
Zak would think SJ arrogant, but for the fact that Sor-Jan was exactly the Jedi that the Nautolan wished he could be. Tranquil. Meditative. SJ made the Force look like it was easy.
"SJ's definitely ready," the Nautolan affirmed humbly, opting to admit to his own faults and praise where others had overcome them. So what about him? The swirls in his dark eyes shifted several times, as the boy's focus turned inward, and soon after found his eyes downcast along the floor. "I..." Zak began, as the Nautolan thought again about a dream to be a great Jedi Guardian and swordsman. Like Master Windu. Just like Master Windu. And, in that moment, realized how short of his dream that he fell. "I don't think..."
"He's not ready."
After having spared the other boy a compliment, Zak's head turned up with a look of horror at the words that Sor-Jan had uttered, smugly twisting the proverbial knife as the Anzati turned his eyes away from the Cathar woman to look at the Nautolan with a gaze like Zak had never seen before.
Sor-Jan was looking down on him.
"He can barely levitate a rock," the Anzati stated, a tone in his voice somewhere between contempt and outright laughter. And, with that, the Anzat turned his head away. As though Zak were no longer of any importance.
As Zak's heart started racing, the Nautolan felt his cheeks burn as a rush of blood surged to his head. "At least I can hold a lightsaber," the youngling retorted sharply.
The near human boy calmly turned back toward the amphibian youngling. "I don't need to hold a lightsaber," Sor-Jan stated placidly, a smug look on his face as though he'd already delivered the punchline to the galaxy's funniest joke. "I can just do this," the youngling explained.
Before Knight Deja could have prevented it, the young Anzati gave a subtle, quick wave of one hand. And, in that moment, Zak went flying backward into the corridor wall.
Afraid I need to bow out of this one folks. Much ideas. Little time.
NR, that should open up a GL spot if you're still wanting to ring up.
NR, that should open up a GL spot if you're still wanting to ring up.
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Wait what is this about Jordan?I actually do not know strangely I have never really looked into the reproductive organs of a Noghri. However Bacta Tanks generally have a modesty shield and let us just say that his is active.
He's a modest Noghri.
Well, we only have two younglings. So what happens if he does it three times?
This had already proven to be the most time that either youngling had spent with someone who wasn't Force Sensitive. It was proving to smash many preconceptions they had held about people who didn't perceive the Force. It was such a large part of their lives that to try and imagine existing without it had left either boy with a rather crippling notion of average people. But the Sector Ranger person seemed... normal actually.
Better than normal, considering his offer to teach them to use blasters.
"Two, you aren't going to be doing your lightsabers as often now."
Each of the stubby head tails on the Nautolan's head perked up, as the boy almost did a double take. His eyes, wide, glanced over at Sor-Jan as though looking for confirmation that he hadn't just heard what he thought he'd just heard. Because that was absurd. Limiting lightsaber practice was like... like... limiting how much time one had to breathe. "Huh?" Zak chirped, as he paled a more gray color than his usual verdant moss green. He was the best swordsman -- er, swordboy? -- of their clan. Lightsaber practice was the only time anything made sense to him. Which, it wasn't that he didn't try the whole 'meditate on the Force' thing. But meditation was boring. And... he kinda fell asleep in one of Master Yoda's meditation classes once.
In contrast, the young Anzati had no such reticence at the notion. Perhaps because lightsaber practice was one of the few classes in which he wasn't the star pupil. The less of that there was, the better.
So, Zak was still a little crestfallen even as the conversation shifted to better things. They were going to learn how to pilot and they were getting their own room. And the Sector Ranger hadn't said anything about them cleaning their room. Just that they were getting one. So there was still hope for later negotiations to have a droid do the picking up stuff part.
Then, there was this.
"...and it is really easy to fly without the Force, using the Force is just cheating."
Zak could nod his head to that sentiment in part, particularly for every time he was struggling to move a meditation rock and Sor-Jan was mentally juggling stones whilst levitating himself. However, now it was the Anzati's turn to be offended. The black-haired boy's came up sharply, as a look of utter shock and then total contempt drastically changed the youngling's facial expression toward the Sector Ranger. "Cheating?" the young Anzati echoed, as though either in disbelief or daring the man to say that again.
"However that is just my very own opinion," the Sector Ranger explained.
"Cheating!?" Sor-Jan began, anger slipping into his voice as the youngling had started forward.
That was before a green, Nautolan arm whipped around the side of the other boy's face, clamping his hand down over the Anzati's mouth and slowly backing away from the Sector Ranger. Through the Cheating -- er, that is, through the Force -- Zak had a fleeting glimpse as to what was about to happen. Sor-Jan had been about to kick the Sector Ranger in the shin. Now, he wasn't positive, but Zak was fairly certain it was somewhere in the Jedi Code that one did not simply kick the bombad sector ranger dude in the shin. Particularly not when they were getting blaster training, piloting lessons, and their own room.
Zak didn't like the limited lightsaber practice bit either, but there were ways known to younglings, secrets passed down from generation to generation of Jedi hopefuls, sacred rituals just for this sort of occasion. It was the venerated youngling philosophy of just don't get caught. And, if one did get caught, it was still better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission.
Plus, Zak didn't want to try and imagine how much trouble they'd get into if Sor-Jan had actually kicked the Sector Ranger in the shin.
"Thanks, mister!" the young Nautolan offered brightly, as he continued to restrain a squirming, fighting, ready-to-do-battle Anzati who was still hell-bent on bringing the pain to Jacen's shin. Which, he was definitely more violent now than he'd been before. But that was true for both of them. Sor-Jan's black eye and Zak's split lip hadn't come battling clones after all.
As he turned around, intent on seeking out the protocol droid -- not for the clothes, clothes weren't a subject either boy thought much of at this age. Adults provided them stuff to wear. What they wore wasn't that big a deal. It was just stuff. However, they definitely wanted to talk to this droid about room cleaning services. And so, quest in mind, Zak turned the both of them around and...
...nearly collided with a Temple Guard.
That stopped both boys in their tracks. Younglings weren't supposed to be running through the temple on their own. They were supposed to be with their clan, unless they had a really good reason to, like, go to the archives or something for a school project. So, when they inevitably did make a break for it, running into a Temple Guard was a bad thing. It meant you'd been caught. Now, this wasn't the Jedi Temple, and neither SJ nor Zak were part of a youngling clan anymore. But, still, the Nautolan couldn't have looked more guilty than when he'd nearly turned and run into Deja. Probably because it wasn't a first for him.
After a moment of being frozen in anticipation of having been caught doing... something... the Nautolan blinked with the realization that he wasn't in trouble, that he knew of anyway, and he knew this Sentinel. "Hi, Master Deja," Zak offered respectfully. "We were just, uh, going to find the protocol droid to get some new clothes," the Nautolan explained. Which wasn't a lie. That was what the sector ranger dude had told them to do. He was just omitting the part about getting the droid to clean their room instead.
A muffled sound served as a reminder that the Nautolan still had his hand clamped over SJ's mouth. Reluctantly, the green-skinned amphibian withdrew his arm, as the young Anzati immediately popped up, pointed back toward the cockpit, and exclaimed, "He said that the Force is cheating!"
Sor-Jan just wasn't going to let this go.
For his part, the Nautolan buried his face in his other hand, shaking his head at what could only be an Anzati's misguided attempt at sabotaging them getting their own room.
Better than normal, considering his offer to teach them to use blasters.
"Two, you aren't going to be doing your lightsabers as often now."
Each of the stubby head tails on the Nautolan's head perked up, as the boy almost did a double take. His eyes, wide, glanced over at Sor-Jan as though looking for confirmation that he hadn't just heard what he thought he'd just heard. Because that was absurd. Limiting lightsaber practice was like... like... limiting how much time one had to breathe. "Huh?" Zak chirped, as he paled a more gray color than his usual verdant moss green. He was the best swordsman -- er, swordboy? -- of their clan. Lightsaber practice was the only time anything made sense to him. Which, it wasn't that he didn't try the whole 'meditate on the Force' thing. But meditation was boring. And... he kinda fell asleep in one of Master Yoda's meditation classes once.
In contrast, the young Anzati had no such reticence at the notion. Perhaps because lightsaber practice was one of the few classes in which he wasn't the star pupil. The less of that there was, the better.
So, Zak was still a little crestfallen even as the conversation shifted to better things. They were going to learn how to pilot and they were getting their own room. And the Sector Ranger hadn't said anything about them cleaning their room. Just that they were getting one. So there was still hope for later negotiations to have a droid do the picking up stuff part.
Then, there was this.
"...and it is really easy to fly without the Force, using the Force is just cheating."
Zak could nod his head to that sentiment in part, particularly for every time he was struggling to move a meditation rock and Sor-Jan was mentally juggling stones whilst levitating himself. However, now it was the Anzati's turn to be offended. The black-haired boy's came up sharply, as a look of utter shock and then total contempt drastically changed the youngling's facial expression toward the Sector Ranger. "Cheating?" the young Anzati echoed, as though either in disbelief or daring the man to say that again.
"However that is just my very own opinion," the Sector Ranger explained.
"Cheating!?" Sor-Jan began, anger slipping into his voice as the youngling had started forward.
That was before a green, Nautolan arm whipped around the side of the other boy's face, clamping his hand down over the Anzati's mouth and slowly backing away from the Sector Ranger. Through the Cheating -- er, that is, through the Force -- Zak had a fleeting glimpse as to what was about to happen. Sor-Jan had been about to kick the Sector Ranger in the shin. Now, he wasn't positive, but Zak was fairly certain it was somewhere in the Jedi Code that one did not simply kick the bombad sector ranger dude in the shin. Particularly not when they were getting blaster training, piloting lessons, and their own room.
Zak didn't like the limited lightsaber practice bit either, but there were ways known to younglings, secrets passed down from generation to generation of Jedi hopefuls, sacred rituals just for this sort of occasion. It was the venerated youngling philosophy of just don't get caught. And, if one did get caught, it was still better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission.
Plus, Zak didn't want to try and imagine how much trouble they'd get into if Sor-Jan had actually kicked the Sector Ranger in the shin.
"Thanks, mister!" the young Nautolan offered brightly, as he continued to restrain a squirming, fighting, ready-to-do-battle Anzati who was still hell-bent on bringing the pain to Jacen's shin. Which, he was definitely more violent now than he'd been before. But that was true for both of them. Sor-Jan's black eye and Zak's split lip hadn't come battling clones after all.
As he turned around, intent on seeking out the protocol droid -- not for the clothes, clothes weren't a subject either boy thought much of at this age. Adults provided them stuff to wear. What they wore wasn't that big a deal. It was just stuff. However, they definitely wanted to talk to this droid about room cleaning services. And so, quest in mind, Zak turned the both of them around and...
...nearly collided with a Temple Guard.
That stopped both boys in their tracks. Younglings weren't supposed to be running through the temple on their own. They were supposed to be with their clan, unless they had a really good reason to, like, go to the archives or something for a school project. So, when they inevitably did make a break for it, running into a Temple Guard was a bad thing. It meant you'd been caught. Now, this wasn't the Jedi Temple, and neither SJ nor Zak were part of a youngling clan anymore. But, still, the Nautolan couldn't have looked more guilty than when he'd nearly turned and run into Deja. Probably because it wasn't a first for him.
After a moment of being frozen in anticipation of having been caught doing... something... the Nautolan blinked with the realization that he wasn't in trouble, that he knew of anyway, and he knew this Sentinel. "Hi, Master Deja," Zak offered respectfully. "We were just, uh, going to find the protocol droid to get some new clothes," the Nautolan explained. Which wasn't a lie. That was what the sector ranger dude had told them to do. He was just omitting the part about getting the droid to clean their room instead.
A muffled sound served as a reminder that the Nautolan still had his hand clamped over SJ's mouth. Reluctantly, the green-skinned amphibian withdrew his arm, as the young Anzati immediately popped up, pointed back toward the cockpit, and exclaimed, "He said that the Force is cheating!"
Sor-Jan just wasn't going to let this go.
For his part, the Nautolan buried his face in his other hand, shaking his head at what could only be an Anzati's misguided attempt at sabotaging them getting their own room.
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