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Post by Trik Overmore on Sept 12, 2005 22:20:03 GMT -5
Trik arrived early in the training rooms to speak with Master Valm. He found an open and unoccupied spot and sat down and tried more meditation, for he wanted to calm himself before committing to something so large.
Trik was prepared to give up his small amount of vices and habits to devote himself to the Jedi way. He had thought long and hard about it and meditated in the grove in the middle of the Temple. He was ready.
I'm ready... he thought to himself and meditated on it until the arrival of Master Valm.
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Post by Master Valm on Sept 21, 2005 15:53:17 GMT -5
Valm's boots left a resonating sound as he walked down the last of the stairs. Like so many of the Jedi within the temple, Valm was unsure about using the turbo-lifts. It was still wildly unclear as to how exactly the lift had crashed, save for the fact that the brake wires had been cut. What with the startling news of the Sith having returned and the realization by certain members of the Council regarding their presence within the temple, everyone was on high guard.
The night had seemed never ending to Dacen as he consistently rejected calls from different news channels. The Jedi Master sighed to himself, allowing his emotions to depart form his body he strode into the grand foyer. Then he remembered. Oh Crap, he thought to himself, the padawan. Sprinting off to the large training rooms Dacen began searching for Trik.
Eyes scanned room after room in search of Overmore. Finally he found the young man alone in a room used for sparring. Trik was sat crossed legged in a large space, clearly trying to attempt a form of meditation.
"I'm glad to see that you understand the necessity of a good meditation. Do you mind if I join you?" When Dacen's question was met with no response he seated himself in the same position, stretching out with his feelings to allow the Force to flow into him.
Hours passed by, as each moment went on Dacen could feel Overmore growing more and more uneasy. It was not every day that one sat with the highest ranking Jedi and merely meditated. Smiling, Dacen turned his head to survey Trik.
"Your emotions betray you, I can sense that you have reached a decision in your mind. Before you give me your answer however allow me to tell you a little of Jedi life. It is never easy and seldom do we get the chance to go off and do the things that many take for granted. You must be prepared to devote your entire life to something you must take on faith."
Swiveling his body Dacen allowed a serious expression to cross his face. He looked deeply into Trik's eyes.
"What is the decision you have reached?"
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Post by Trik Overmore on Sept 21, 2005 21:28:09 GMT -5
Trik sat in the Jedi's presence, feeling a power eminate from him, but not necessarily originating inside him. It felt like a river with a strong current was washing over him as he sat in Master Valm's presence. The presence was, for lack of better vocabulary, awesome [used in the true meaning of the word, of course].
When the silence was finally broken and Master Valm was staring into his depths, a shadow of doubt crossed Trik's mind. The fact that he might not be able to handle the intensity of Jedi life was a large splinter in a delicate area.
"I'm certain I want to become a Jedi and devote my life to knowledge of the Force," Trik answered, finally. He felt the answer within himself, and thus is was so. He was ready the minute he accepted that he was ready and Trik allowed an easy smile to cross his face.
"I'm ready to learn," Trik added, still unmoving from his meditative spot. The aural presence of Master Valm's Force energy was still there, though not quite as strong as when he was meditating.
Of course, when one is talking about Dacen Valm's Force energy, they are talking about a rainfall of energy. Torrential waves passed through this man, and even the most Force ignorant person could sense something was special about his aura.
And so Trik awaited the final say with a certain ease, allowing the force to gently roll over his skin and feel the wonderfullness of it.
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Post by Master Valm on Sept 22, 2005 14:43:09 GMT -5
"I'm certain I want to become a Jedi and devote my life to knowledge of the Force,"
A smile crossed the Jedi Masters face.
"I'm ready to learn,"
"Then learn you shall," Dacen said.
Standing up, Dacen walked toward the entrance of the dueling room and used the Force to open the doors. He cocked his head back to look at the still seated padawan.
"Are you coming then?"
Trik shifted off the floor and followed Master Valm into the bright, wide corridor.
* * * *
They toured the Jedi Temple for hours on end. Every room they entered, every student they passed, Valm had a comment to make. He talked of the history of the Jedi, of the discipline the Temple focused on. He talked of how the Council met and how Trik would be trained. The conversation seemed to last forever and by the time they had reached the dueling-room once again, a dark haze had began to fall on the skies of Coruscant.
Barely a room had been left unviewed, the only ones that had were of no importance or restricted by rank. In the spacious room Valm stood and looked Trik from top to bottom. His hawk like eyes not missing a single detail of the padawan. He took in Triks flowing robes and heavy boots. His young face and handsome looks.
"Tell me about your history..about yourself."
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Post by Trik Overmore on Sept 23, 2005 23:08:29 GMT -5
"Oh, Master Valm, my history is... fairly boring. I was born on Corellia in a small village called 'Watreshire'. I didn't have any siblings and have none today, though I would it were so," Trik paused to think, and was musing over the fact that nobody ever knows what to say when they're asked, but when a person is alone, they have plenty to say.
"I attended a public school on Corellia, where I was in the top honors program and I learned to speak Twi'lek fluently. I also took physics classes and a few maintenance classes and I'm now certified to work on speeders and basic freigter-class starships. I took mathematics classes up to the astro-navigational level, and I got an excellent grade. For fun, I also took a class on the programming of protocol droids and a little on how to better understand astromechs," Trik said, a small smile on his face. It was fun remembering some of the things he'd done.
"A few years later, my parents moved here to Coruscant and sent me to a private school. Sir Irahnn Moorley's Private Institution for Bright Students, as a matter of fact. That was a good school. While there, I learned also to understand Rodian and some Ithorian, but I never tried to immitate those sounds. It's so hard on the human vocal chords," Trik informed Master Valm, which he was surely aware of.
"I also learned more on how to repair droids and program datapads with my father. My favorite class at the private school was aviation. I learned more on how to repair different class starships and even how to pilot small fighters and speeders. I probably was best at repairing hyperdrives, however. I don't much like to fly," he inhaled, trying to think if there was anything else. It was a funny thing, telling your life's story to the highest ranking Jedi in the order.
"I was noticed to be force sensitive by Master Armoth when he found me meditating in a beautiful garden near this temple. My parents were so proud. They're lovely people, though they aren't much for hugging. Overall, I've had a good, but rather boring life so far," Trik said, thinking he had pretty much wrapped the deal up. He thought for moments more, before nodding more to indicate to himself that that seemed like all of it than for anyone else.
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Post by Master Valm on Sept 28, 2005 17:28:07 GMT -5
"Your memories show me how much of the past you carry with you. As your progress further through the ranks of the Jedi Order you will find that you have l;little time to spend dwelling on the past. We are going to open a world to you that is unlike any you will have seen before. Dreams will become realty, reality dreams. What you once knew as truth will suddenly become lies.
There are a great deal of things that you will have heard about our order. Some of this may be true, other parts won't. Just as you have heard this there is parts that you wont have." Moving away from the young man, Dacen positioned himself at one of the large windows and gazed out at the seemingly endless towers of the planet wide city that the Jedi Temple was based on.
"I was four when the Jedi took me from my family. Such a young age to be taken from the relatives I so greatly adhored. Yet, what choice did I have? The Jedi were as thinning then as we are now. Even at that young age I found it incredibly hard to understand the new life I had been given. There were many concepts that I found hard to understand, even as I grew older and wiser. I had to learn things that I had only dared to believe could be possible. You are going to undertake your training at a much higher age than that. There is as much that you must unlearn as there is that you must be taught.
Before you can go on to undertake such training however, there is something you must do. Not even a padawan may achieve that status without first creating his ultimate symbol. A lightsaber."
Pulling the smooth handle free from the clip that fixed it to his belt, Valm activated his blue blade. It hummed gently as he held it in the air, emitting the occasional crackling sound. He moved it in a few complex turns and twists before returning the weapon to hang at his side.
"A lightsaber is the symbol of unity that we use for both in and out of combat skills. It is complex to create and hard to master. If you wish to take the position of padawan then you must construct one of these. Venture forth from the temple and allow your feelings to help you choice the pieces you will need for your lightsaber. When you have all that you feel you need, go to the Mountain north of here. Mount Sasehe. Deep in this mountain you shall find a cave containing a great number of crystals. These crystals will vary greatly in color. Use your heart to decipher which one is most fitting for you. When you have done so return to me and I will instruct you from there."
Master Valm folded his arms, allowing the long sleeves to engulf his hands as he wrapped them around opposite wrists. This was the first of many tests for young Trik. If he could handle this then, and only then, would he be considered a padawan.
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Post by Trik Overmore on Oct 2, 2005 12:55:43 GMT -5
These vague instructions on a difficult assingment did not phase Trik. He took all that Master Valm said to heart and then paid close attention to the objective at hand.
"Yes, Master Valm," Trik said with a bow before turning and taking his leave of the Jedi. With quiet, quick footsteps, Trik made his way to the Jedi Archives and searched for information on the materials needed for the construction of a lightsaber. He knew that there were many different possibilities, so he had to find out the basics before he could chose what materials were right for him.
He quickly memorized the list and took off, his cloak kept tightly around him. Into the city, Trik was heading.
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