A little trip into the Wilderness.... yes it comes with a pop quiz.

[Garza]

Sitting backwards on my Stratus. Looking at the holomap that was being projected from the brace that I had on my left arm. It showed differed routes in which for the new apprentice of mine, and myself, could travel to a temple that I wanted him to learn from. I didn't believe in training to all take place in a classroom. Time and time again, I have trained others by having them going to another place for me, or by going with them in an attempt to learn from my example and explain myself. However, I had very high hopes for this man.

A warrior with the heart of Gold, the mind of a computer, and the rhyming of a sage. Now that was a nasty, yet impressive combination for an apprentice ranked student. Finding the best route for us, I shut off the hologram and began to pull out a datapad with a little information on my new student as I waited for him to meet me in the lowest hanging hangar bay. Enough that it was still suspended in air, but it was only a 10 meter drop. Not that much considering that I would be giving a Stratus Speeder bike to my apprentice for the use of this trip. Should he like it, I'll allow him to keep it. Consider it a gift of joining in my training.

He would need it anyways.

Reading through some of the information on him, mostly the gear that he carried the most, I saw that he had a sword. I smiled. Always wanting a sword myself. I might want to talk to him about making my own. I had a Hammer, I had guns, I had sabers. What I would at least like to call my own was a sword. So maybe later, I could find information about sword making. I knew that we would swap information on this and other things.

"Not here yet?" I questioned myself. Looking at the clock on the left bracer. Eh. I still had an extra Five minutes. If he was a responsible person, he would be here soon. If not, then I would be leaving without him.

[member="Kenshi Mitsumoto"],

 

[Yuya Hajime]

It was as in the days of old when the hunters and warriors sought their destinations on foot, not on mounts. The Mitsu people were not warlike nor did they seek ill-intent when meeting other clans; but when they fought, they fought hard. Not having been in any real battles per se, Kenshi made the most of his assumptions based on the hunting of prey to support his family and close relatives. Only kill to save and support, never in vengeance or anger. Serenity and diplomacy was what the galaxy needed nowadays. Even the Jedi of the Republic opted for war most of the time rather than handling things peacefully. Every flame can be quenched, every stone can be shattered, every drop of water can be evaporated, and every gust of wind can be blocked.

Balance. Everything was balanced and as it should be. It was how things were meant to be and it was Kenshi's pursuit to ensure that it remains so.

Given the cultural traits of his clan, obviously, Kenshi had walked all the way to this temple in the middle of nowhere. It was seemingly abandoned, although many portions of told the tales of age and glory of days past. Besides being old, the temple looked as if it was regularly maintained and serviced. Probably for training.

"Here." The man breathed, wiping sweat from his brow. Adorned in traditional robes and Ashikaga upon his hip, the wanderer took a loop around the temple in effort to discover the entrance. It took a few minutes but he found it. Upon discovery, he headed inside to search around some. a few lights were on, and given the way they were arranged, followed them until he was at something that resembled a hangar bay. A lone figure sat upon..some mechanical contraption and tapped away at yet another technological marvel. Seeing this, Kenshi started for him.

[member="Xander Carrick"]

 

[Garza]

I continued to tap on the screen. Looking over the information about his heritage from Dantooine. This meant that he would not really be one for high technology. Might even be scared of it. However, That was not the problem. It was if he could be taught. Can he learn of the advances in technology and the continuances of its evolution, or will he be left behind in the iron age where swords were the new fab. Either way, my train of thought ended when I heard the hangar doors open. I looked up for a second to see the man himself. Garbed in very fine clothing. I tapped a few more times on the screen to shut it down, and to save everything.

Putting it away on the belt that I had. I stood up from the speederbike and walked over towards the man. Meeting him halfway. I made no move to give him a handshake as I did not know the man's customs. Easily I simply Nodded my head in a greeting. With a smile. "Hello, You must be Kenshi." looking him over for a single second, I noticed that he was carrying his sword. Good. He will be needing it for today. Offering my hand forward, "May I take a look?" Indicating the sword, I simply wanted to see it's design. A man's story can be told by the weapons he carries. I wanted to see a glimpse of this man's life with a single look at him.

I just hoped that he didn't think I was intruding on his privacy of gear.

[member="Kenshi Mitsumoto"],

 

[Yuya Hajime]

[member="Xander Carrick"]

The yellow-haired man who had been typing away at some floating picture had now turned his attention to Kenshi. He seemed close around the age of himself, probably even older. His smooth features told him a youth of the past but the scars and the intelligent glint in his eyes told Kenshi a tale entirely different. Graceful in his movements and confident in his stature, he was obviously someone of a high rank or skill. Although Kenshi had literally no idea what stories this man had experienced and what pursuits he followed, but he knew he could trust him since he was a Jedi.

As the swordsman moved towards the superior Jedi, he bowed deeply. Thick dark hair fell in tufts over his eyebrows and ears as he did so, lingering there for a moment before rising to full height. Though he towered over this man by several inches and had more beef on him, he was still regarded as a younger in the heat of the moment.

Nodding his head in agreement Kenshi spoke. "Yes, I am called Kenshi. Kenshi Mitusmoto is my name." Surprisingly, the yellow-haired Jedi didn't offer his own name. Instead, his deep blue eyes searched his form before they found solace upon Ashikahga. This man's polite request to wield the weapon came as a shock to Kenshi. Nobody had ever asked to do such a thing and usually were wary of the tank of a man and his ancient weapon. His widened eyes must've shown his surprise, but the large man recovered almost in an instant and looked down at the weapon.

With deft, trained hands, he slid the sword out of its hilt and handed it to the man in an offering style. Both palms faced upwards and the weapon was balanced by blade and hilt. "It bears the name Ashikaga, the namesake of a forgotten and valiant clan of warriors." Waiting for the man to accept it, he told him more about it. "The inscription near the hilt reads Dum Spiro Spero. It means While I breathe, I hope."

"It has been mine for years; I have been it's for years."

 

[Garza]

I noticed the bow that the man had given me. While yes he was taller than myself, I held no fear. I had seen and fought larger. As well, the man was not a threat to me at the moment. With the expertise of the man's draw of the sword, I already knew that he would have the ability to wield it much more efficiently than most others. Offering it to me with the little hint of surprise in his facial features, I caught that only for a moment. I had not introduced myself for a reason as well. Later on that.

Taking the sword gently by the grip with my right hand, I brought it up. Looking at the blade from the spine. Straight and true. I could see slight marks on the face of the blade. From use over years, as well, there were hardly noticeable for one who did not look deep enough. However, the blade was still sharp. Clean, and for the explanation of the sword. I knew it was a weapon that had been passed down for generations. If not centuries. Meaning that while the man who stood before me was young, He had wisdom beyond his years. I moved the sword to be in both hands now. One flat against the face of the blade and the other gently holding up the sword from the grip. Handing it back to the owner of such a prized tool of war, I bowed to him.

"A very fine blade Kenshi Mitsumoto. One that has stood the test of time and the test of war." I straightened myself up before I spoke again. "My name is Xander Carrick. You may call me by what you wish. I have no desire to be called master at my age." I was one of the youngest Jedi Masters in history. My father was still a Jedi Knight at my age. That meant a lot. "And today, I want to see what you are capable of." With a twist of my body I indicated the two speeders behind me. One a golden color, and the other the stock grey. "We will be using these to get where we need to go. From how far it is, if we were to walk, it would take days. I intend to be there in a mere hour or so." I was a little impatient at times, however, I wanted to be there as soon as possible for another reason all together.

"Now, I have read you come from Datooine, and from the looks of your attire, weaponry, and word choice, I come to the conclusion that you do not use the technology of today. From that, I hope that we can go over a little on what these machines behind me are, and how to use them. As you will have the likely chance of needing to use them in the future." Moving back to face him completely, I looked to his eyes. Making sure they were on me. And paying attention to me. "Now, if you have any questions or concerns, I want you to ask whenever you get the chance to. My purpose here is to teach you. I can't do that if you don't question my every move."

[member="Kenshi Mitsumoto"],

 

[Yuya Hajime]

[member="Xander Carrick"]

This one obviously had a lot more spark and passion than the rest. Many of the Jedi Masters and senior Jedi Knights tended to be serene and collected beings. This man, Xander Carrick, was one who had seen the depths of war and the cruelties that were possible of happening to anyone no matter their level of strength or commitment. That glint of intelligence and wisdom in his eyes was an accurate observation, Kenshi later concluded as the Jedi Master finished speaking to him. As young as he was, he must've been extremely skilled to earn the title of Master. Kenshi wasn't even a Knight yet, though he also had a late start to this whole Jedi deal.

"The honor is mine, Master Carrick." The watchman hopeful replied, intentionally using the master title whilst bowing to receive Ashikaga. If this man was so young, he was well deserving of the master title. "Also," his deep voice trailed off as the Master gestured towards the mechanical constructs and spoke of the oncoming training in both technology and the Force, "I shall need assistance with these. My people are quite distant from other cultures and therefore live simple lives. Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication." His lips curved upwards with the reciting of a phrase of philosophy.

"Is there an auto - what's it called?" His mind searched for the term he'd heard aboard a starship. "Autopilot! Is there one of those in this...thing?"

 

[Garza]

Even at my little charade of not calling me master, the man still did. As well, when he bowed, he did so lower than myself. A sign of respect in the highest if I was correct. I was a little surprised, but not changed. At a young age I pushed myself hard to getting where I am today. Probably too hard in fact. Despite that, I continued on as Kenshi said that he would need help with the learning of the "machines" that were behind me. As well as speaking in the tongue of philosophy. I smiled. Knowing all too well that he might start using lyrics of a poem or even terms from his own people.

Deciding to use one of my own knowledge, "Strength is not from your physical form, but the knowledge in which you hold." Smiling as that one sentence is how I lived my entire life. "Let's start with basics. These machines are called Speeders. Easy to remember because they move at a very fast rate. Now to answer your question, Yes and no." I indicated for him to follow me. Coming to the stock speeder bike, I pointed to a lever on the handlebars "Flipping this when in motion, locks your speed so you do not accelerate, or move faster than what you want to. Nor do you decelerate or Slow down without you hitting the break." With my foot I pointed out the break to him. "Now what you may be asking, is can this drive or operate on its own. No." Shaking my head, "Larger ships, like the one you used to get from Datooine to here, likely was used in autopilot, or a form of keeping the ship on it's projected path when in hyperspace. This function allows the pilot and possible co-pilot to rest so they don't lose their energy."

Indicating the bike with my hand, "Any other questions? If you do not, I would like you to look at this, and see what everything does. Learn on your own how things may operate. And once you feel you are ready, we can turn it on to see if you can use this speeder."

[member="Kenshi Mitsumoto"],