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Todak had been with the Silver Jedi Order for as long back as he could remember and now standing in the great hall of the Silver Rest Temple he couldn’t quite believe he had made it. Life was full of difficult choices throughout his fourteen years and even now he wasn’t sure about anything. Add to that the relentless bad luck and misfortune that seemed to plague him every waking moment. Todak was in more than simple disbelief, but rather baffled that he had managed to make it past infancy and into full fledge adulthood along with graduating the academy he now stood on the precipice of a whole new stage of his life.
The rest of his graduating class mingled in the center of the great hall awaiting the arrival of their new masters. The usually tall silver and white elongated room with accenting dark colors with intricate flooring and wall designs was normally a quiet place for small interactions, but on graduation the room was filled nearly to capacity with students and masters alike. The sound of echoing voices, the mixing of dozens of races pheromones and sweat, as well as the mingling of some much force energy was almost too much for Todak and his hyper senses to handle. Todak decided to keep away from the group as his senses were already on overdrive due to his nervousness and rather headed towards the outter wall. It was a big moment he thought, and while he had been with the Silver Jedi his entire life and meet many Masters during his training he hadn’t actually meet his new Master rather only heard rumors. Master Locke was an unusual Jedi with an unusually flar for technomancy in which Todak himself had shown an aptitude and wanted greatly to expand his knowledge and skill. Taking a seat on one of the many marble benches lining the outside wall he placed his right hand in his lap and then his left artificial one in the palm of the other. Twiddling his thumbs together trying to focus his thoughts as they drifted dangerously into the unknown and the unforeseeable future. This caused Todak to wonder will he make the right choices when it comes time, will he make a good impression, but most importantly will his bad luck continue to catch up to him as he glared at his mechanical hand with mixed emotions. The entire prospect was weighing heavily on him and causing anxiety and stress that his teaching tried to prepare him for but in the heat of the moment failed him.
Suddenly the grand doors began to creep open, releasing a strong gust of fresh Kashyyyk air clearing Todaks’ olfactory senses which was a great relief from the stuffy smells that had become some dominate in the enclosed area. As the doors crept open a beam of sunlight shot down into the great hall creating a carpet of pure light and with his infrared vision made the sight even more enchanting as the floor grew in temperature causing a cascade of colors to unravel. Finally the doors clanged against the inner wall locking in place and a wave of Masters began to flood into the great hall dispersing among the numerous padawans gathered primarily in the center of the room. The noise went from a low constant announce to something more akin to the rumble of a cruisers engines but inside of Todaks head. It would be only seconds now before his new Master would immerge and the mix of raw emotions combined with his sensory overload was causing so much commotion even his artificial hand was feeling the effects as it suddenly began to twitch, spring randomly open and close, and fingers dancing in directions he didn’t even know they could.
“O no! Not now,” Todak exclaimed at his continued bad luck, it seems things were about to start off on the wrong foot.
[member="Allyson Locke"]
The rest of his graduating class mingled in the center of the great hall awaiting the arrival of their new masters. The usually tall silver and white elongated room with accenting dark colors with intricate flooring and wall designs was normally a quiet place for small interactions, but on graduation the room was filled nearly to capacity with students and masters alike. The sound of echoing voices, the mixing of dozens of races pheromones and sweat, as well as the mingling of some much force energy was almost too much for Todak and his hyper senses to handle. Todak decided to keep away from the group as his senses were already on overdrive due to his nervousness and rather headed towards the outter wall. It was a big moment he thought, and while he had been with the Silver Jedi his entire life and meet many Masters during his training he hadn’t actually meet his new Master rather only heard rumors. Master Locke was an unusual Jedi with an unusually flar for technomancy in which Todak himself had shown an aptitude and wanted greatly to expand his knowledge and skill. Taking a seat on one of the many marble benches lining the outside wall he placed his right hand in his lap and then his left artificial one in the palm of the other. Twiddling his thumbs together trying to focus his thoughts as they drifted dangerously into the unknown and the unforeseeable future. This caused Todak to wonder will he make the right choices when it comes time, will he make a good impression, but most importantly will his bad luck continue to catch up to him as he glared at his mechanical hand with mixed emotions. The entire prospect was weighing heavily on him and causing anxiety and stress that his teaching tried to prepare him for but in the heat of the moment failed him.
Suddenly the grand doors began to creep open, releasing a strong gust of fresh Kashyyyk air clearing Todaks’ olfactory senses which was a great relief from the stuffy smells that had become some dominate in the enclosed area. As the doors crept open a beam of sunlight shot down into the great hall creating a carpet of pure light and with his infrared vision made the sight even more enchanting as the floor grew in temperature causing a cascade of colors to unravel. Finally the doors clanged against the inner wall locking in place and a wave of Masters began to flood into the great hall dispersing among the numerous padawans gathered primarily in the center of the room. The noise went from a low constant announce to something more akin to the rumble of a cruisers engines but inside of Todaks head. It would be only seconds now before his new Master would immerge and the mix of raw emotions combined with his sensory overload was causing so much commotion even his artificial hand was feeling the effects as it suddenly began to twitch, spring randomly open and close, and fingers dancing in directions he didn’t even know they could.
“O no! Not now,” Todak exclaimed at his continued bad luck, it seems things were about to start off on the wrong foot.
[member="Allyson Locke"]