Location: Great Hall, Jedi Temple at Silver Rest, Kashyyyk
The text scrolled down with the brush of a finger, whirling up the screen until the digit jabbed at the surface and the words came to an abrupt stop. Cerulean eyes ran over the sentences.
"The Matukai, who have committed themselves to physical discipline, are among the best martial artists in existence. They achieve their mastery through a Force bond that strengthens their blows and refreshes their fighting spirit."
Pash quirked a brow at the small comment on the Order of the Matukai, one of the few and far between he had seen among the Jedi documents in Silver Rest's library. His gaze found the quote's source.
The Jedi Path: A Manual for Students of the Force
The Matukai Adept had sought information on his small order from the Jedi perspective. What he had found was that the Order of Matukai and the much larger Jedi Order had a 'you do your thing and we'll do ours" relationship throughout history. Pash didn't expect much more. The Matukai have never been many in number, moved a lot, and rarely together. The two orders never interfered with one another, nor did they ally themselves together. Pash, in a very small, personal way, was working on remedying that.
Setting the datapad he had borrowed from the archives on the massive table in front of him, Pash leaned back in his chair, admiring the vaulted ceiling. Clad in Matukai robes, they appeared much like the Jedi's, but closer inspection would reveal design differences. From a belt at his waist dangled the scabbarded head of his wan-shen, forty centimeters long, fifteen centimeters of the collapsed haft appearing like a handle.
The man's gaze fell to the banners of the order displayed prominently above. Pash was stil not sure what compelled him to seek out the Silver Jedis. Only that it seemed right. Perhaps it was their shining reputation for promoting the Light, something Pash needed after spiraling into near self-destruction after the war.
His eyes dropped to the small silver charm hanging around his neck by a leather cord. He took it up, almost reverently, between two fingers, brushing over the gleaming image of a krayt dragon. It had belonged to Tara, and was the only physical reminder he had of his lost love.
Drawing in a deep, cleansing breath and releasing it with the memories, Pash stood from the table and took up the tablet.
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The text scrolled down with the brush of a finger, whirling up the screen until the digit jabbed at the surface and the words came to an abrupt stop. Cerulean eyes ran over the sentences.
"The Matukai, who have committed themselves to physical discipline, are among the best martial artists in existence. They achieve their mastery through a Force bond that strengthens their blows and refreshes their fighting spirit."
Pash quirked a brow at the small comment on the Order of the Matukai, one of the few and far between he had seen among the Jedi documents in Silver Rest's library. His gaze found the quote's source.
The Jedi Path: A Manual for Students of the Force
The Matukai Adept had sought information on his small order from the Jedi perspective. What he had found was that the Order of Matukai and the much larger Jedi Order had a 'you do your thing and we'll do ours" relationship throughout history. Pash didn't expect much more. The Matukai have never been many in number, moved a lot, and rarely together. The two orders never interfered with one another, nor did they ally themselves together. Pash, in a very small, personal way, was working on remedying that.
Setting the datapad he had borrowed from the archives on the massive table in front of him, Pash leaned back in his chair, admiring the vaulted ceiling. Clad in Matukai robes, they appeared much like the Jedi's, but closer inspection would reveal design differences. From a belt at his waist dangled the scabbarded head of his wan-shen, forty centimeters long, fifteen centimeters of the collapsed haft appearing like a handle.
The man's gaze fell to the banners of the order displayed prominently above. Pash was stil not sure what compelled him to seek out the Silver Jedis. Only that it seemed right. Perhaps it was their shining reputation for promoting the Light, something Pash needed after spiraling into near self-destruction after the war.
His eyes dropped to the small silver charm hanging around his neck by a leather cord. He took it up, almost reverently, between two fingers, brushing over the gleaming image of a krayt dragon. It had belonged to Tara, and was the only physical reminder he had of his lost love.
Drawing in a deep, cleansing breath and releasing it with the memories, Pash stood from the table and took up the tablet.
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