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Topic Started: Jun 13 2017, 07:01 PM (17 Views)
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“Well then,” the voice began, sounding loud and out of place in the formerly silent pillared chamber. “It seems I don’t need to change.” The girl turned, to glance upon Councillor Draygar in his white flowing robes, his hair startlingly red in comparison, his meaning lost to her. Change? The Councillor flicked his gaze across to a stern looking male in Master-Robes, a blue under-tunic peeking through to mark him as a Guardian, who stood a few feet to his side. Master Baric simply nodded, before smiling in a calm yet brief manner to her. He coughed lightly into his hand before speaking. “If you could go and get changed, Miss Seren, preferably into Ceremonial Robes...” She blinked, before realisation hit her, yet due to her silence the Councillor spoke again. “You passed.” He said, smiling in encouragement.

She dressed herself slowly in her white Ceremonial Robes, taking extra care with each detail to buy herself more time. She adjusted the braid in her hair, which she then proceeded to tie up, and placed her belt around her waist, under the outer-robes. There she attached two hilts, before pulling on the outer-robes, concealing the belt and hilts. Her hand shook as she moved a stray piece of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She inhaled calmly to still herself, before glancing into the mirror. Icy blue eyes stared back at her, a stark contrast to the wash of black hair that swamped her head. A girl of average height and thin-yet-toned-build, Asha was not necessarily someone whose face would be easily remembered, save for her Epicanthix heritage, something she had been grateful for many times in the past, yet the scarring on her left cheek was all too apparent. She tried to recall how she’d gotten it, running her left hand along the scarring slowly before shaking her head.

Calm, she told herself as she smoothed down the white robes. They would be waiting, she knew, waiting for her to finish her nervous fussing. You’ve been through worse things, Sha she told herself before finally turning from the mirror. She walked calmly back through the Council Chambers, between the rows of pillars, towards a set of large doors. Act natural she thought, No one will know. She entered the Ceremony Halls and glanced to Master Baric, who acknowledged her bow with a slight nod. She felt his presence brushing against her natural mental barrier and permitted the mind-link without resistance. Sit at the back, but next to the aisle he told her and as she turned the corner she saw that there were individuals in white robes already sat in place. She took a single step.

Someone was pounding on the door, demanding entry, threatening. “Take your sister, and go.” A woman said and the young girl slowly took the hand of her sister and moved away. “Sha?” the confused three year old asked. The older girl said nothing until they reached a small room taken up by two cots. “Under the bed” Sha said, and the three year old complied. The older girl gestured for silence before turning back to the door. She crept silently out into the room where the banging had subsided. Slipping under a covered table the girl peered out to where the woman and a young boy stood. Before them was a man in full body armour, a helmet covering his features. “Where is he?” the man demanded, scanning the room with a movement of his head. “Here” said a second man, who walked from a door to the right, a man Sha had not seen in years. “Father!” she called out, but her voice was lost to the woman’s. “Nooo!” she screamed as she placed her body between the armoured man and the Father. “Step aside, wench” was all the warning the woman had before the armoured man lifted a blaster and fired. “Mother!” Sha cried as the woman hit the floor but again her voice was lost to the commotion. When she looked up, blurry eyed, from her Mother’s body, the man she knew to be her Father was being hauled away.

Asha shook her head sadly before calming herself, clearing her mind of the emotion. Not even a second had passed. She took another step forwards, her pace natural.

A man with purple hair lay before her, clutching at his chest yet otherwise looking calm. “Water” a young voice muttered, and a moment or so later a flask was thrust into her grasp. In the distance static clashing could be heard, but the young girl focused almost all of her attention on the wounded man before her. She shrugged out of her cloak and tore a piece off, before lifting the man’s shirt up to expose the wound. Taking in a breath to steady her hand the girl took out a very small tin from the pocket of her cloak and tipped the contents into the flask. She shook it before soaking the piece of cloth in the liquid. “May sting” she muttered before slowly cleaning out the wound. The man gritted his teeth but said and did nothing else. “Bandages, Nix” the girl said and soon found a small ravel of bandages in her hand. Still the clashing emitted from the side. “Stay out of their way” she muttered before turning her attention back to the man. With a determined frown she began to tightly wind the bandage around his chest, constricting the blood flow in the process. “Not perfect” she said, before leaning back. “Good enough” was the reply he gave and when she looked to him he was watching her carefully. “You’d make a good Consular” An aggravated groan from their right silenced the question on her lips. “I’ll be back, Mahk” came the new, harsh voice before the clashing stopped. A moment later another man was at her side. “Are you okay, Windrage?” said the man, offering down a hand to the purple haired man. “I’ll live, thanks to her.” came Windrage’s response. “It’s not safe here” said the other, Mahk, before looking to the two young girls. “You like to help, don’t you?” Windrage asked, and it took a moment for the girl to realise he spoke to her. She nodded her head. The men exchanged glances, before gesturing them to follow. “Come with us.” they said.

Her lip twitched briefly into a smile as she recalled Levi Windrage and took another step, still barely a second having gone by.

“You do need to eat, Asha...” came a concerned voice, before the owner shook his head. After a moment he smiled and gestured the young girl forwards. She did so hesitantly, her brand new robes making a shifting noise with each step. “Where is Nix?” the girl inquired, her voice echoing around the high ceilinged room. “Is she with Levi?” The man nodded with a gentle frown. “Yes, she is with Master Windrage” His words made Asha’s brow crinkle into an apologetic frown. “Master Windrage, sorry.” The man laughed lightly, and nodded, before making a gesture with his hand. “Turn around, Asha.” She did so, and felt the man’s hand at her hair. “What-“ he cut her off with a few light words, finishing messing with her hair. “Turn around.” Again she complied and glanced upon the man. “I don’t understand, Tyre- Master Mahk...” He gestured to her hair, and the girl lifted a hand to find that he had braided a small section of it. The girl looked confused. “You are now my Padawan, Asha.” He said to the girl, who looked to him in confusion. “Padawan..?” The man simply smiled. “You’ll see” Behind them two figures approached, six year old Nix in her own robes, with her own braid, and Levi Windrage at her side smiling proudly.

The view changes, and a man is sat alone in the meadow, the distant sound of a stream adding to the tranquillity that was caused through the peacefulness of the area. When the girl stepped from the tree-line she was drawn by the Ashlan presence that was overpowering. The man spoke without seeing her, for his eyes were closed and he was in deep meditation, or so it seemed. “Sit, meditate with me Child.” The girl frowned, and shook her head. “I cannot sit to meditate, I have to m-“ the man cut the girl off “Move?” he opened an eye to glance upon her, then both, with a firm frown upon his lips. “Alchaka.” He muttered, more of a question than a statement. The girl simply nodded. “What are you?” he asked the girl, who spoke immediately. “A Jedi.” But to this the man shook his head. “You’re Tyrees, aren’t you? Sit.” This time it was more of a command than a request, and so the young girl sat beside the man, her hands in the grass. She looked concerned, almost guilty. “Tyree is a Jedi tho-“ again she was cut off. “Tyree is not a Jedi. He is a Grey Jedi, a Je’daii.” The girls resolve was strong and she denied this again. “He has deceived you, but you mean well” the man began again, before turning to glance down on her. “If you want to be a Jedi then leave him, and join me.” She took in the males appearance, and shook her head. “You don’t loo-“ he cut her off again. “Don’t look then, feel.” After a moment the child nods her head in acknowledgement to the truth. “Come with me” the man said, and eventually the girl did so.

The environment changes and now the girl is stood with the man and they are speaking before a forge. “Yes, Nomad” the girl said, before moving a hand outwards to the workbench. Before her lay the array of pieces that make up a lightsaber, and slowly they began to move themselves together by her urging. Her face is a mask of concentration and soon the pieces all slot together and the hilt seals up. The man, ‘Nomad’, looks to her expectantly, and she begins to speak once again. “The Crystal is the Heart of the...” It refocuses again, and the girl is stood outside of a great Temple, with a purple haired man at her side. “Go on inside” he urges her and when he does so the doors open...

Again it changes, and now the girl is stood as part of a class. All around her children both older and younger are struggling to lift the boulders that they stand upon. The instructor stands before them, encouragingly, but notices that the girl has not even attempted yet. “Lift it” he instructs, and slowly the girl focuses. The boulder begins to rise, with her upon it, and she floats up to the ceiling. The instructor smiles and moves on. Another change and now the girl is beside fragments of the boulder. Her eyes are closed in focus and while she sits there the fragments rise and piece themselves together to reform the boulder. Then the girl is seen to be in the heat of a fight with the instructor, a training saber replacing that which she had force-forged, only when she moves to block the instructor his saber flickers past her own. Tràkata? It changes again, and now the girl is stood with the instructor, and they are both facing those in the class. There are some senior Jedi stood there too. He braids her hair and calls her his Padawan in the sights of all present. A Jedi calls out to the instructor and she catches his name. Carn Dista.

Asha focuses back into the room around her, having stepped several times again; she was nearing the back of the room already.

A flash of light came from nowhere in the forest around her, and the girl moved to investigate. She climbed a rise and lowered to a crouch to watch. Below were two darkly clad men, one had their saber ignited, a sickly red beam. She heard a crunch of leaves behind her and soon found another man creeping up on her. She leaps to the side, narrowly avoiding his hands, and tumbles down the incline to the water below. She struggles, panicking, she can’t swim... Her feet find the bottom and she pushes up, gasping. By now all three of the men are at the water’s edge, only one does not have a saber ignited. The girl scrambles to the side, forcing herself out of the water, and breaks into a sprint. There are too many of them. She reaches for the two hilts down at her side, ones she had made under the watch of the Nomad, but before she can remove them she’s leapt upon by the man who had yet to ignite his saber. A struggle ensued and the girl kicked him off, only to find the sickly red beam beneath her chin. She saw the unignited saber in one of their hands before she felt it crack at her temple.

The girl’s vision returned, only for her to be hauled from her knees and dragged. She couldn’t focus, but she felt the darkness seeping into her, doubt, despair, helplessness, before it was suddenly replaced by her inner burning light. She lifted her head and found herself within a prison complex. A moment later she was thrown into a cell, one so dark and dank that she doubted anyone had ever survived it. She was pressed to her knees when she tried to rise, and found a man different to those who had taken her stood before her. “Join us...” he said with a sly grin, but the light within the girl willed her on. “No” she said, defiantly. She tried to rise again, before another man stepped forwards and grasped her. She felt her system shutting down, her body tensing and refusing to move, and began to resist it. “Join us. Or die.” The man said, but the girl did not flinch. “No.” She said again, and resisted the stun that had been placed upon her. She was rewarded with a bloody lip. The men looked between one another, before nodding in silent agreement. Then the man stood before her reached out, and touched her temples, and she felt herself shutting down from the inside...

“That is my daughter!” she heard a voice call out, before she was gently lifted from the floor, her eyes opening. The girl found a man stood before her, he was dressed in dark clothing, but she didn’t recognise him. “Are you okay?” the concerned voice asked. The girl did not reply. The man reached out to her tattered robes which were burnt and torn and bloody, and when he did so the robes came away, leaving in their place ones of pure black. “Who are you?” the girl asked, and the man looked hurt. “I am Lexor, your Father. You crashed your ship, Asha... The Jedi...” he shakes his head, voice breaking “They tried to kill you... But you’re safe now. You’re home.” He opens his arms and the girl steps closer, into his embrace. While the girl is not looking her sabers are taken, and when he pulls back the man offers her out two. “Do you remember what these are..?” and the girl shakes her head, but she takes them all the same. She manages to ignite one and almost immediately she recalls how to use it. She turns to one of the other men, and they briefly spar. Lexor nods. “Good... You’ll remember everything soon, let me help you?” The girl nods her head.

She finds herself just two rows from the back, and no one seems to have noticed her faraway stare. She steps again.

Hot sands pierce the bare feet of a young girl, dressed in pure black robes and looking confused. She roams around the hangars, checking inbetween and behind each crate and box and ship. She let out an aggravated growl and shook her head, before halting. She turned to find a man stood there, his hair purple. She thinks she’s seen him before, but she cannot be sure. She couldn’t remember very well, but his presence... She glares to him, and steps backwards. “Easy, Asha” the man says, holding up his hands. They were empty. “How do you know my name?” she growled at him. “Asha, it’s me... Levi” the man carried on “You know me.” He stepped towards her, and she instinctively stepped back. “You’re not a Sith, Asha. You’re a Jedi.” He offers her a hand. “The Jedi tried to kill me!” the girl shouts back at him, and the man steps forwards, keeping the hand held out. “No, Asha, they didn’t... I don’t know what has happened, but it wasn’t that...” The girl steps back, but she’s against the wall with nowhere to go. “Remember me, Asha, if nothing else. Levi Windrage, remember me.” The girl shakes her head, trying to stop it, before her shoulders shift and she looks relieved. “Levi?” she lifts her gaze, seeing him properly for the first time. “H-Help...” she says, before falling.

The memory changes and now she is lay upon a medical bed, with a man stood over her. He smiles when he sees her watching, before pushing onto her shoulders to make her lie down. “Don’t resist it,” he says, before resting his hands to her temples, and going into focus. The girl tenses considerably as a great weight is lifted from her mind, memories flooding back; Nix, Carn, Jedi... Suddenly the girl is with her Master, and they are navigating a maze together. “Trust in the Force, young Padawan” the Master says, as they continue on through the ruins. Eventually they break out into sunlight but the moment is short lived, and soon they are back inside.

The view shifts again and the girl is stood with her Master in the centre of a crystal cave. Without a word the Master walks away, leaving her alone. She walks between the crystals on a rough path and stops every so often. Finally she kneels, and slowly dislodges one of the crystals. She places it into her robes carefully, before rising. She repeats the process, walking and stopping at regular intervals, before crouching down again and taking up another crystal. Next was the more difficult one. It took her twice as long to decide as she walked through the crystal cave, but eventually she knelt and removed a green crystal. Now her Master is at her side again, and there is a forge before them. She is sat, piecing together a lightsaber by hand. She completes it without a mistake and rises to test it, the glow of emerald lighting the dimly-lit forge. Her Master smiles.

She has reached the bench, and so she sits down. Individuals in white robes are still walking in and finding their places. She watches them for a moment...

The Jedi burst out of the Council Chambers, only they were dressed in darkened attire. “Your Councillors are dead!” one spat. The girl noticed Fab Kresh amongst those who had turned dark. The Dark Jedi ignited their sabers, and many others lit theirs in defence. The girl found herself being ushered away... The scene changes and there are Jedi stood around an enclave, talking to one another in hushed tones. A man approaches the girl in full armour, and offered her a hand. “Come, help me” he said, and she followed. He walked to the hangar, and began to teach her to fix his ship. Before they could finish it, a noise resounded from outside. “Whatever happens, stick with me, you hear?” the girl nodded her head and followed the man into the onslaught. Jedi, Sith, Old, Young, bodies were everywhere. The man grasped her hand and pulled her along, away from the conflict. “Wait, they need help!” she cried out, but the man overpowered her, and soon they were gone.

Another change, a small individual in full body Mandalorian armour walked through a dense forest, a blaster in their hand. They slowly approach a tower and are stopped when they try to enter. The individual waved their hand and muttered “you will let me pass” and the men stepped aside. Inside the Mandalorian strode down the hall, to find a man sat upon a dais. He was in a heated discussion. He looked up at the Mandalorian and opened his mouth to speak, but he was called away before he could. The Mandalorian stood, and waited, before turning to survey the room. It was almost empty, save for a man with purple hair. He was lay, bloody and still, on a table. The Mandalorian strode over to the table, and began to pull off their gloves. While the man lay unconscious the Mandalorian worked, cleaning, patching, healing and binding, until there was nothing more to do. Then the Mandalorian replaced their gloves and waited. The man from the Dais did not return, but the purple haired man woke to find himself patched up. He looked to the Mandalorian standing vigil beside him, and then to the bindings at his chest. “Asha?” the man asked, but the Mandalorian did not answer. Instead, the man with the purple hair rose, and removed the helmet from the Mandalorian, revealing a girl of around twelve.

Then the girl was running through a jungle, a manka cat hot at her heels. She turned abruptly and, instead of hitting her, the manka cat hit an invisible shield, and fell back with a yelp. She heard a clap from nearby and watched as the manka cat fled. Turning she found a man with long blonde hair and dark red robes watching her. “Two years is a long time to be missing, Asha... Did you miss your Master?” The girl stepped back, away from the man, and shook her head. “You’re not my Master.” She said, and the man laughed bitterly. “You’re mine until I say otherwise, Sha.” And he approached her, holding his hands up as a sign of peace. “Come back with me, Asha. The things I could teach you, you could not even believe...” The girl said no, and turned to leave. “You would say no to your Father, Asha? To the one who brought you into this world?” That made the girl stop and turn. “You’re no such thing.” She insisted, but that just made the man look hurt. “Why do you think I knew how to find you? Why do you think I brought you back?” The girl was still not believing of his words. “If not you, Asha, then I will get Phoenix instead. But I will have one of my children at my side.” The mention of her sister was all that kept the girl from running. “Come with me, and she won’t be in danger. If you don’t, she will. Either way, I’ll have you.”

Another change, and this time all was silent save for the breeze. A girl sat with a straight back before an incline filled with water, and all around her were pillars to symbolise one of the Tho Yor. From behind the girl a man approached. “Sixteen already...” he muttered, shaking his head. He reached down and brought up a few strands of hair. “You should be blonde, you know? Your mother was blonde. I am blonde.” The girl shook her head, and focused to the water. “You’ve meditated here for years, and you still do not know the meaning of balance.” He practically spat this, before calming. The girl did not say a word. “We begin training tomorrow, Asha.” Was all he said before he left.

The girl looked down to the creature in her hand. It was a small lizard, perhaps four inches long, green and scaly. “Focus, imagine how you wish it to look...” The girl shook her head in reluctance, and went to place the lizard on the floor. “Do it, Asha. If you put it down I’ll just give it to you again.” He sighed in exasperation. “How can you learn rapid alchemy if you do not use it?” he inquired, and Asha simply let the lizard go. “I don’t.” Was all the girl said, before falling silent and zoning out. He snapped his fingers in her face to get her attention, and forced the lizard back in her hands. “You know, I could always find Nix. Perhaps she’d be more willing.” The girl sent a glare in the direction of the man, before looking down at the lizard and muttering an apology. An apology to the life form she was about to twist, an apology to the Order that she served, an apology to Nix for failing to protect her, and an apology to the Force which she was about to abuse.

The Jedi had filled the seats and now Master Baric was stood before them all in place of the Councillor. He cleared his throat and began to speak with a very short smile. “Fellow Jedi, Councillor Draygar sends his regards, but regrets that he is unable to attend” the Master began, “However, we are here today to mark one Jedi’s transition into Knighthood. Can you all stand, please, and ignite your lightsabers." Asha slowly rose with everyone else.

The girl had found herself a refuge, away from the man who held her. She sat on a low branch of the tree in an orchid and watched. She knew he would find her eventually but for now she enjoyed the solace. However, the sound of approaching feet made the girl frown. He couldn’t have found her already... She lowered herself to the floor and watched in amazement as a familiar face appeared before her. “Padawan” The man said, inclining his head. The girl immediately followed suit, muttering “Master” in response, and the man smiled. “Good to see you’re safe, and that you’ve not turned over to Tyree’s side.” He said, and the girl walked towards him. “Six years...” he muttered to her, before shaking his head. “Yet here you are. All grown up.” He smiled, and rested a hand to the eighteen year olds shoulder. “Get away from my Daughter” a second voice chimed in, and both the girl and her Master turned to find Tyree stood there. “She’s not yours to take this time, Carn.” The girl looked between them both, and Tyree gestured her closer. “Come here, Daughter” but she stood her ground. “Why don’t we let the girl decide, Tyree? If you really are her Father, surely you want what’s best for her?” Tyree glared at them both, before reluctantly saying. “Choose then, Daughter, but mark my words if you choose wrongly you will be nothing to me, and if you ever return to Tython I will have you sent to Bogan to learn the true meaning of balance.” The girl still remained in place, unphased by what her Father had said. “I am a Jedi.” Was all that she said, and she turned to walk away with Carn. “You’ll pay for this, Dista!” was all that Tyree had to say.

The scene changes and two girls walk behind a man through the darkness. “Keep alert” he tells them over his shoulder as they walk into the antechamber. “And be wary about using the Force here...” Then they split up. The man walked up a set of steps, calling out “Be careful if you come this way.” One of the girls goes to the right, while the other wanders to the left. She explores in silence for a moment, before something knocks underfoot. She lowers down, and picks up the casing of an old lightsaber hilt. Another change and the girl is in another crystal cave, picking out a purple crystal. Then it changes again and she’s sat before a forge. “Jar’Kai” a man inquires, and she nods her head. “Yes, Master. Jar’Kai.”

“Asha Seren, would you come forwards please?” Master Baric’s voice called out, and Asha disignited her saber, replacing it to her belt, before slowly moving to walk down the aisle to where Master Baric stood. She noted her Master sat at the front, also.

The girl stood in place with a line of younglings, looking out of place. Her Padawan braid was missing. When the class was dismissed the girl was kept behind. “Asha” a kindly woman began, her hair a vibrant blue “Why don’t you sit?” she asks, and gestures for the girl to do so. She began to move, limping slightly, before shaking her head. “I don’t like to sit, Master.” The look she received was stern. “It is Uisce, I’ve always disliked the title Master.” Then she gestures the girl to sit again. “Sit, and take the strain from your leg. You’re limping.” But the girl insisted it was nothing. The woman, Uisce, called upon another Jedi who insisted that she was sent to the medical bay immediately. Uisce went with her and her leg, which was in fact broken, was repaired. Uisce and Asha began to talk about what happened with Tyree.

Then the view changes and the girl was stood upon warm sands again, retracing the steps she had once taken through crates and cargo. “I’m missing something” she muttered to herself. She heard an inhuman, bestial howl which cut short her search and from nowhere a beast leapt at her. The darkside presence hit her immediately yet before the creature could pounce it halted with a yelp. From the darkness a man clad in black strode, and the creature moved to his side. “Now then” the man began “What do we have here?” He stepped over to the girl and backed her into a pile of crates. “Jedi” he spat, before a glint appeared in his eyes. “I could make use of you...” and he reached out, tipping up her chin to make her look at him. The man looked strained for a moment, as did the girl, before he laughed and released her chin. “A good attempt, but not good enough.” He said, finding himself unable to control her. “Join me, girl... It would be so much easier if you joined me.” He smiled when he said this, but it was twisted and manic. “Never.” She managed, before feeling an overwhelming force over her body. She sensed the use of Sith Magic and immediately began to resist him. He could not completely take her over, but he managed to move her ever so slightly. “A start...” he said, before continuing. “Your name?” She shook her head. “Your age, then.” He pressed the unseen assault more so before she finally muttered an almost incoherent “Eighteen” This had the man laughing, and he forced her body closer inch by inch. “Perhaps I won’t kill you just yet... Maybe I’ll find a use for you first... Twist you, break you...” She shook her head, and managed to take a step back. “Or make you into one of these.” He gestured to the creature at his side, before grinning again. “Yes, I think that would be suiting. Join me.” He pressed again, and she found herself moving closer. Again the girl resisted. “I’m growing bored.” The man eventually said, and he focused in on the unseen attack. The girls hand moved down to her belt, and soon she held her lightsaber ignited in her hand. “Good... Now, walk into it.” He said, so calm save for the manic grin. She found herself tiring; she couldn’t keep up the resistance. He took the saber from her and turned it into her chest while she stepped forwards. “Further...” he said, and the girl stifled the screams of agony that wanted to escape. She would not give him the benefit of crying out, not even when the saber came out of her back. “That’s my Daughter!” she heard a voice call out, and after a moment she was thrown aside, the saber discarded at her side, the life slowly ebbing away from her.

A white light filled her vision and from the corner of her eyes she saw a man. “Live, Daughter” he said, and when he did so she felt her strength returning, yet his presence within the Force also began to diminish. “N-No!” she called out when she realised what was happening. A woman was at her side, clutching at the gut wound that the girl had all but forgotten. “Stop him. Stop him!” she shouted at the woman, trying to get up. “I won’t have him die for me...” The view changed again and a stern looking male was leaning over her. “Drink this” he said, “And don’t strain yourself.” He nodded his head, before leaving, ushering in a young girl. The girl did as she was told and drank, looking down to see the scarring on her torso. “Sha...” a voice called out, and she looked up to see the young girl stood there. “Nix?” she asked, six years having changed her sister dramatically.

She neared the platform where Baric was stood, and began to walk up the steps towards him.

She took the news without word, and simply nodded her head. “Without your Master, you cannot be a Padawan” was the final words, but it mattered not to her. “If you hear on him...” the man nodded his head. “Yes, I will let you know. Good day, Initiate.” The man then walked off, leaving the girl to meditate on the missing Master. It shifts slightly, although the room is the same, and a man is stood before her, studying her in thought. “The two days of monitoring are up. Turn around.” He says, before reaching out to her hair once she has done so. He braids a section of it, before allowing her to turn. She bows her head to him. “Master Nar.” In response he merely says “Padawan.” She turns and seeks out another Jedi and when she finds him she bows before speaking. “Master Allon” she says, and once he has nodded his head in acknowledgement she continues. “Are you able to teach me Niman?” the Master looks thoughtful for a moment, as though weighing her up, before speaking. “Write about why you wish to learn it, send it to me, and we shall discuss after.” Suddenly the girl is stood on a highwire, the floor many feet below. “Keep your balance” the voice shouts up at her, before it changes again and this time the girl and the man are on a raised platform with kendo sticks; he is chasing her, trying to knock her off balance. She keeps her balance, until he leaps at her and tackles her down. “That’s cheating” she says, but the man shakes his head and says “A Sith would do anything, cheating or not.”

A girl was sat in a forest, her eyes to the trees. Someone approached and she rose, grasping onto her lightsaber. “Stay away from the trees” she said, her tone full of warning, her appearance feral and untame. A blue haired woman appeared and she frowned at the sight of the girl. “Asha, there you are...” The girl growled. “I am not Asha. I am Seren!” she cried out “Stay away from the trees!” The blue haired woman shook her head calmly, and stepped closer. “I’m not here for the trees.” The view shifts and now the girl and the blue haired woman are stood at the entrance to a grand archives. “You cannot protect every single tree, Asha.” The blue haired woman said “What has happened to you?” the girl shook her head, trying to diminish a thought, before she sank to her knees. “They’re not good trees, Uisce... They’re not. They tell me things. They say things!” The girl clutches her ears, and the woman sighs. “Tell me, Asha. You can trust me...” The girl mutters a single word under her breath. “Tyree.”

The girl stood within the great hall of the Jedi Order, pillars rising either side of her. “Asha Seren?” a voice called to her, and she turned. “Yes, Master Vis?” the girl replied. He glances to her hair and frowns, noting the lack of a Padawan braid. “Why are you an initiate? What happened to your Master?” The girl frowned and looked away for a moment, before speaking. “I did not feel I was progressing under Master Nar, an-“ Vis cut her off gently “I thought Master Dista was your Master?” She nodded her head. “He was, but he disappeared.” Vis nodded his head and frowned in thought to her. “I’ll keep an eye on you... I will offer you a Padawanship, Asha, but only if you feel ready. Meditate on it, and let me know.” he said, before walking off. When he returned the memory had shifted forwards a day. “Miss Seren.” He gestures her over to him and she moves over respectfully. “Master Vis” She said before speaking. “I have come to a decision.” He nods slowly, urging her to continue. “If you’re still willing to take me on, Master... I meditated, and trust in the decision of the Force. I’ll accept, if you will.” She bows her head in the silence that follows, before Vis speaks. “I will accept you, if you abide by this term...” he says, and when she looks up he continues. “Do you promise to respect all life, in all forms?” She replies almost immediately to him. “Yes, I do.”

It shifts once again, and now the girl is stood in the Council Chambers. “What is your name?” the Councillor asks. “Asha Seren, Councillor.” She responds. “Which factions have you been a part of and what rank have you held in each?” He asks, watching her calmly. “The Jedi Order, Councillor. I have been an Initiate five times, and a Padawan six times under four separate Masters.” She says, and the Councillor nods his head. “One more question. Why do you want to be a Jedi?” The room shifts and suddenly they’re in a high vaulted chamber. “When you are ready, we will begin your Trials.” The Councillor said.

Finally Asha reached the platform and stood before Master Baric and knelt at his urging. “Asha Seren. Do you promise to uphold the codes and tenants of our Order?” Baric asked her. “I do” Asha replied. “Do you promise to defend and protect the innocent and weak?” Baric asked. “I do” she replied. “Do you promise to respect all life, in all forms?” Baric asked. “I do” she replied. “And finally, do you promise to pass on your teachings to a Padawan?” Baric asked. “I do” she replied. “Master Vis” Baric said, gesturing to a man sat on the front row of benches. “Will you come and cut your Padawan’s braid?” Vis nodded and rose from the bench, walking over to where Asha was knelt. He ignited half of his saberstaff and brought it down to slowly cut her braid. He then stepped back but remain stood with her. Baric smiled, before iginiting his own saber. He hovered it to her right shoulder, then to her left, before speaking. “Rise, Asha Seren, as a Knight of the Jedi Order.” And so she rose.
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