Acceptance and Other Things(Complete)

[Darron Wraith]

Coruscant

The first rays of sunlight shoot through the massive window lining the enormous training room inside the Jedi Temple. It was just barely dawn, all the Padawans and Younglings were still asleep. The Council members were probably doing their morning meditations while Knights and Master's either prepared for the day's instruction or the mission that they had been assigned. The maintenance droids were just now starting their daily tasks that had been programmed the night before. Down in the library some young Jedi had probably fallen asleep studying for the next days lesson at one of the many tables. It was for all intents and purposes a normal, ordinary, and quite peaceful morning at the temple.

BOOM, BOOM, CRASH!!

His breath's came easy as he sat there admiring his handiwork for just a moment. The remnants of the punching bag before him an indicator of the heavy damage he was inflicting this morning. The clocks on the walls showed that only a few seconds passed as he unchained what was left of that bag and attached another one in it's place. The towel that was wrapped in the waistband of his simple black trousers was quickly pulled out by the shiny, gold and durasteel plated prosthetic hand and the man quickly wiped the sweat off of his bare chest and face before tucking it back in. He rubbed his other hand through his long blonde hair and with renewed vigor set to assaulting the new bag he had just chained up.

BOOM...BOOM

The simple locket at the end of the long chain he was wearing shook with each violent blow that the Jedi's fist and feet struck against the bag. With each strike the Jedi Master would see a face no longer walking the galaxy, with his first jab it was his long dead wife. With another cross he saw the face of his beloved son. Another kick to the top of the bag and he saw his Sith Lord brother, an elbow to the other side of the bag and Je'gan's face flashed. The final move in the combination, brought forth the face of his Master Joni-Wan Techu. Each blow a reminder of those he had once held dear, and they where all gone from this galaxy. Some due to old age, some to his failures, and some to the mysteries of the universe.

Yet here he was, strapping another fresh bag into place, the room even looked virtually the same upon his return. It was oddly peaceful, and infuriating at the same time. As the chain snapped into place he could remember the Council's directive towards him when he had met with them.

"Darron, you can keep you rank as your power and body haven't changed one bit since you were frozen. We need to let you be evaluated at the temple first before we can send you on missions first. We know you were on Kamino for a month, and even avoided a Dark-Jedi ploy on your life, but given the unusual circumstances we are faced with. You can't go back on active duty just yet."

It wasn't anger, or even rage he felt as his strikes echoed throughout the halls. It was frustration at once more being stuck in a place that hadn't seemed to change since he had been gone. It was a well known truth of the galaxy that life went on no matter what, not one man had that much of an impact. Seeing it in actual practice when all those who knew and loved you dead and gone, the galaxy you once saved a few times forget about you. It was hard knowing that only one man had continued the search for him after the council gave up after only three months.

BOOM!

The flying sidekick had completely demolished his last remaining bag, the thought of seeing the statue the Council had erected in his honor still in his mind. Although it had been comforting to see he had been immortalized, it burned in his gut knowing how he couldn't help but feel like he had been cast aside. He had been their greatest warrior during his time, and from what he had seen not much had changed. Yet despite how useful he had been to them, he had been cast aside like a broken toy. It wasn't rage or anger he felt, and he had accepted it, but something left him unsettled. It's why he couldn't sleep at night, and why he was honing his body and his skills into an even better weapon of the Force than he had already been.

His heavy breathing echoed off the walls as the heavyily muscled man stretched his 6'5 frame for a second before addressing the computer in the room. "I want five droids out here now with real sabers and program them to kill." The beeps that responded let him know his order had been confirmed and the system recognized him as a Jedi Master through voice recognition. Darron could hear the doors opening in the room and the combat droids were approaching, their lightsabers already activated. The Jedi Master extended his field of responsibility and he could feel the droids and their circuits firing...but there was another life form close by.


Guess they are going to get a good show...

The thought barely crossed his mind as the droids attacked him in unison.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Jaxton woke up, locked his controls, and left his ship for a run. He didn't really know why he was going to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant on one of free days, but he was there. Or rather it was more correct to say, he knew why he was there, but he didn't know what the big deal was. As one of the few Jedi on Tython with their own ship, Jaxton naturally ended up ferrying Jedi around if there was a need for it, and today a bunch of the other padawans on Tython wanted to see some man named Wraith. Something about being some famous Jedi Master that had been thought dead but was revealed to have been frozen in carbonite. Jaxton didn't see why demand was so high to see him, but brought them anyways. Most of the Jedi he had brought along were younglings, while a few were older like himself. Hence, none of them were awake at such an early hour in the morning, but Jaxton wanted to go for a workout. He began on a run, heading towards the temple, then scanned in for entry and began doing laps around the temple.

BOOM Jaxton heard the powerful hit near the gym. If he was back home he would have suspected that somebody was taking on a punching bag, but the Jedi didn't seem nearly as keen on physical exercise as he was. Still, it wouldn't hurt to take a peak in the gym. Jaxton scanned the area around him using the Force and felt a powerful presence within the Gym, perhaps a Jedi Master, or at least a Knight close to Masterhood. Jaxton moved his way into the outer gym, and saw a large man cornered by five droids armed with what looked to be real lightsabers, not a mere training saber. The man was the Jedi Master he had sensed earlier, so he suspected the man would be fine without his help, so Jaxton decided to sit back and watch the man at work.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa padded barefoot across the temple, she liked to get up early and enjoy the quiet before the storm of activity that would fill the temple. She greeted the droids that she passed though it seemed there was no life in the corridors aside from them this morning.

When she had finally walked the length of the corridors she made her way to the gym. Part of her training included working on her physique yet when she reached it, she was drawn from her task not by the noise of the training but from the strange mix of emotions than came off the Jedi.

moving away from the treadmill she rounded the corner to see Master Wraith in full flow of a battle with droids. She could not help but smile in awe and shake her head. Catching sight of another Padawan she nodded in greeting, before leaning on the wall where she was to observe.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Davin was off duty and dressed in his pt gear, blaster pistol strapped under his shoulder. On his time off when the 73rd happened to be stationed on Coruscant the young captain frequented the Jedi Temple for the sense of peace it seemed to radiate.

They also had an excellent gym.

The six foot two infantryman flashed his military ID to the temple gatekeeper who waved him on with a bit of disinterest. That's the only disadvantage to working out in the temple, arrogance seems to be a typical Jedi trait, he thought to himself as he walked along the temple's winding hallways. Yes you're special. Good for you.

A few also gave him disdainful looks as many Jedi themselves were against violence and Davin's very job description was to lead other men into combat against enemies of the Republic. A necessary evil, and one he happened to be good at. Most of the warrior Jedi enjoyed his company. Respect was a cornerstone between worthy warriors.

Davin noted the Master in the gym who seemed to be about to fight some very angry looking robots and was slightly amused as he began his pre-workout stretches.

Perhaps this workout would be more interesting than his normal ones.

 

[Darron Wraith]

"When faced with multiple opponents Darron, prioritize. Remember, they are attacking you, you dictate the battle. We are servants of peace, but if you are faced with greater numbers and a superior Force the only way to win such a conflict is to balance the scales and thin their ranks."

Joni-Wan's words echoed in his mind as he felt all five droids lunge at him simultaneously, the machines were simply doing as instructed. Darron knew their programming well, he could remember sitting with the quarter master all those years ago when their algorithms had been computed and calculated. It had been a most entertaining exercise trying to get machines to fight like Sith, and act like them so that the average Jedi could see how they stacked up. If left alone with each other, the machines would simply attack each other, but when faced with a common foe they merely would try to eliminate their target. So he did as he had been instructed to as a boy by his master: he prioritized.

They converged on the Jedi Master's location, except Darron leapt up and over then. Flipping through the air, the Jedi Master made contact with the wooden floor a good ten feet away from the droids. Five sets of mechanical eyes turned and charged him. The first lunged towards him, it's blade aimed straight for his heart. Fully in the Force, Darron sidestepped the machine while redirecting the strike away while grabbing it's wrist with his left hand. Digging deep into his reserves the Jedi brought down his mechanical forearm in a powerful closed fist strike that ripped the droids hand off and disarmed it. It tried to reach at him with it's good arm but the Master simply fired a quick jab with the same prosthetic hand into it's visual sensors.

"Darron, honey don't be upset. It's ok you can't get upset if you feel overwhelmed baby, your emotions make you human and they are what make you son I love dearly. Please though, remember it's better to always see a situation for what it is and never feel overwhelmed. If you stay calm everything is easy I promise son."

In his sphere of responsibility Darron could feel the other four trying to surround him, so he did as his mother had always told him. He kept his calm, and simply leapt over and dodged any and all strikes. One of the droids brought it's yellow blade straight for his head, but the Jedi was ready. He grabbed the first droid he attacked as he walked around aimlessly, now blind and used him as a shield from strikes. The ploy worked for a second until one of his four attackers got behind him and aimed a slash straight at his knees. Without thinking, he allowed the Force to guide him in a roll that carried him through his attackers. Standing back up and turning to face his opponents he quickly reached out with his senses and grabbed the lightsaber that he had removed rather forcefully from the first droid and called it to his hands. The yellow blade activated with a shap-hiss and Darron quickly bisected another droid after bouncing his blade off it's slash that had been ill-aimed.

"Darron, just because you're amazing at saber combat doesn't always mean you have to use it in combat. I've seen your telekinetics, use them more. It might allow you to save more lives if you just simply use the Force instead of using it to help in combat. Your call though my friend."

Je'gan's words rang true in his memory, and without hesitation the Jedi Master launched the yellow blade straight at the first droid, it's path controlled by him. Darron charged the other two as his senses reached into his bag across the room with his senses and called both of his electrum plated lightsaber hilts to his hands as he ran full speed. The hilts met his hands and the green and blue blade's snapped to life just as he charged the last two. He met their strikes head on in a flurry of motion, he split the fourth droid in half straight up from it's pelvs to it's head, and the other simply met both of his blades with it's chest piece. As the last one fell, the Jedi deactivated his blades, his breathing the only sound in the room aside from some sparks from the droids when another memory hit him.

"Daddy, you never fail, nobody can beat you. I know if I ever needed you you'd be there for me."

While the droids had been destroyed, his son's words were far from the truth and time had given him perspective on that. He had always known he could only save the galaxy or those he cared for, and his choice still hurt him. He shook himself from his reverie as he noticed he was being watched. "Apologies, I"ll clean this mess up. I thought I was alone this morning."

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Although most of the rooms in the Jedi Temple were dampened to prevent loud noises and the sounds of exertion and training permeate the peaceful quiet of the area, there were some sounds that you just couldn't seem to silence, and combat or the sound of violence being perpetrated tended to be one of them. For some reason, we all gravitate towards such sounds, rather than away from it. Part of her honestly thought the Jedi insane insane at such times. Yes, when sounds of destruction and danger echo all around you, we go towards it. We have to be the most suicidal people in existence. But it was that same reckless attitude that ultimately made the Jedi what they were: always at the heart of everything, always the fulcrum upon which the world turned. Or so the Masters like to tell us. The young woman had rolled her eyes at that one.

Teynara Jeralyr wasn't exactly the sort of Jedi who enjoyed violence, or even particularly agreed with the need for it. Blonde, generally contemplative and more than a little inclined to think that the Universe's sense of humour was solely ironic, she'd found it rather hard to accept that more aggressive aspect of Jedi training, and hadn't enjoyed it at all such far. We train to fight as though it's honourable and appropriate as a means of settling disputes, even though the Masters often claim otherwise. She couldn't truly understand that.

At any rate, she hadn't particularly found her thoughts going in this direction, at least not until she'd found herself foolish enough to walk past the central training suites on her way to the Medical Bay, thinking to get a little extra time observing the Healers at work, so she might learn a little of their methods purely by observational diffusion. What she'd found instead was the sound of someone dismantling the Temple from the inside, if the noise was anything to go by.

The double doors of the training room slid open, and all she saw initially was a flash of light, moving faster than she felt she could effectively track, and the fairly familiar hum of a lightsaber moving at speed and proceeding to deadly effect, as was traditional around here. The blonde woman sighed softly and stepped into the room, determined to work out at least who was disturbing the peace and quiet, and then proceed to glare at them until they stopped, and moved on to more peaceful pursuits. War may be the Warrior's job, but this is not the place for war, she thought severely.

Her tread made little sound against the soft stone floor, at least compared to the clash and drone of the weapons within, so it was likely her approach into the room was unnoticed. Without warning, a piece of what she presumed had been a droid skidded across the floor towards her, and unthinkingly, she simply raised a foot to maybe half a foot in the air, the sole of her boot extended forward and put a stop to that motion, the edge of the smoking piece of debris almost charring the edge of her long skirt. She looked down at it with narrowed pale-blue eyes and sighed deeply, a mixture of resignation and disgust. Then she looked up once more, her expression converting quickly into an exasperated frown.

"Did you try negotiating first?", she asked with a touch of annoyance in her lilting voice, wondering who it was that had been causing such a ruckus. "I suppose it never occurred to anyone that maybe the droids didn't need to be dismantled so...thoroughly," the blonde added, rolling her eyes. "Force knows they're expensive enough to replace."

 

[Davin Jusik]

"You're all good brother." Davin said as the Master finished. He'd seen his eyes, recognized that all to familiar pain. He walked up to one of the pull up bars to begin his routine and placed both hands palm facing the bar as he began his repetitions.

A blonde Jedi began giving the older warrior grief and Davin felt an urge to step in as he continued his repetitions.

"Lay off him blondie." He said in between a pull up and continued pumping.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa was completely captivated by the fight and she found herself no longer leaning n the wall but upright as she tried to catch every blow and understand just how Darron had done it. He made it look easy, like he was merely swatting aside bees rather than fully armed droids programmed to kill.

She smiled at Darron's apology feeling rather than seeing the pain beneath the calm of the fight. Moving forward to help him tidy up, she picked up a droids head as another padawan entered and chastised Darron for the mess he'd made. A laugh escaped Rosa's lips and she threw the head at Darron, intedning for him to catch it. "She has a point. Would you like some help clearing up?"

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Jaxton watched in amazement as the master systematically dismantled the droids with his fists. The man was large, but so was Jaxton and he knew he couldn't have displayed such strength, at least not naturally. So Jaxton joined the soldier and the two two other Jedi as they entered the man's training room. Jaxton began walking up and picking up pieces of the droids and collecting them. Jaxton assumed such droids were expensive, but he was also guessing at least one Jedi in the Temple was skilled enough with droids to scrounge up some parts and put some things back together, lower costs a bit. Still, he was curious about what technique the man used to break through the droids metal armor.

"So, did you just increase your speed to magnify the force of the blows or did you use another technique? It was very impressive." Jaxton began with a question and compliment, both sincere. He considered adding a hint of pheromones to make the man more agreeable, but decided against it. A man this skilled would detect the trick, so in a way it was a sign of respect. Jaxton knew his strength's lied in Battle Meditation and Saberplay, and learning such a technique to increase his already great strength would help in the future.

 

[Hanna Ike]

Hanna was lost, she had gone here to learn more about the jedi, the very same people who protected her from time to time and she blushed as she saw a gathering. She slowly approached them, realizing she had lost her guards somewhee, she was in trouble. Though she figured most of the jedi shoud know who she was, they were on her side, if worse came to worse she could find someone to help her.
Hanna approached them and smiled " Excuse me... I am lost, and I was hoping to find someone to teach me a thing or two about the jedi.. I figure I should learn more about the brave women and... men that serve the republic so fervantly. She thought she recognized one of them but wasn't sure.

 

[Darron Wraith]

Way to make a scene Wraith, you managed to bring the whole temple to you while trying to vent...


The Padawan who chastised him took him off guard for a moment, Master's were allowed to do as they pleased within the walls of the temple when it came to training. He rarely thought of the labor that went into reparing them, and a momentary pang of guilt struck him as he considered the monumental mess he had made in the training room. By his count there were twenty demolished training bags, and five very expensive combat droids that would never be usable again. Guess I should stick to holograms and the sensor blades next time....even if it's not quite as real.

The Jedi Master briefly looked over the apprentice before seeing the humorous tone in her words. A smile crossed his handsome face as he spoke. "Well when you can teach me a power to reprogram droids on the spot after they have been ordered to kill. I will negotiate peacefully next time, how about that?"

Blue eyes fell to the soldier next, and he slightly waved him off to let the man know the Padawan meant no harm. Of all the people in the room, he was the closest to a kindred spirit and Darron could tell he had seen many battles himself. That man has to know why I was down here training as hard as I was, I need to make sure to get to know him better. The Jedi Master had always had a deep respect for those who fought for what was right. He often was told of how brave he was, but in all honesty how was that so? It was easy for a man to engage in combat when he had extra senses, heightened reflexes, and abilities above most peoples, as well as a blade of pure energy. No, true bravery in his mind was fighting the same fight with only your gun and your convictions. That's what made a true hero in Darron's mind.

His senses extended to the man, and he tried to convey a feeling of gratitude and respect in a way that a non-Force user could perceive.
Darron had barely turned before he realized his Padawan was talking to him and he caught the droid's head easily in one palm as he clipped his lightsaber hilts to the belt he was wearing. "Yes please, if you don't mind Rosa I would appreciate it. I'm glad to see you taking my words on training and preparing yourself seriously." It was then he noticed he was shirtless and he quickly made his way over to his bag and put a simple black shirt on before rejoining the group. He flashed his signature smile at his student before he began helping her clean up his mess that he had made. I know I'm the teacher, but she has honestly helped me just as much.

He worked slowly, and it was then that the Zeltron Jedi broke his reverie. Wow...I'm a big guy but he's huge. Darron couldn't help but regard the massive humanoid before him. The Jedi Master was used to being the tallest guy in the room, and this Padawan made him look short. His question was sincere so Darron gave an honest answer back, no reason why not to reward genuine curiosity. Afterall, at worst it'd be a skill for him to eventually get. At best he'd master the ability and use it one day to save someone's life.
Darron tapped the prosthetic as he spoke. "When I strike with this arm, I simply increase the speed but I don't recommend that you go and lose a lightsaber duel right after being Knighted. If I'm using my other arm, I simply wrap it in the Force and make it an immovable object." Suddenly remembering he had failed to introduce himself, he stuck out his durasteel hand to the Zeltron. "My names Darron Wraith, again I apologize for my manners I just didn't expect to draw a crowd this morning." His eyes moved over the few around him implying his meaning.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa's eyes glinted with amusement "Don't flatter yourself, I just heard that a shirtless amn was training down here and thought I'd come see what the fuss was about." she teased as she started to help him pick up the pieces and rolling his eyes at his smile "Not as impressive as I expected Darron." She continued, her tone mocking, knowing full well she would pay for it later.

She half listened to him talking to the zeltron and was about to make another jest about him loving to be the centre of attention when she caught sight of Hanna. "Vice Chancellor Lissiri!" she exclaimed with a smile, dropping the piece of droid she had into the arms of another droid that had appeared to remove the remnants of its former colleagues.

Dusting her hands off she crossed the room and offered her hand. "Its good to see you. This place can be a maze when you don't know where you going. How can we be of service?" The mocking aura she had held with Darron had altered entirely, to a friendly yet formal manner.

 

[Hanna Ike]

"I seemed to have gotten lost, and I was trying to learn more about the Jedi, they worked with me in Hapan, and I thought I would learn more about the brave Women and men that helped me survive. " She said looking around " Do you know where I am... I sort of came here without any sort of appointment, just So I have been wondering hoping to find someone nice like your self. " She spotted another jedi she knew. It was her lucky day. she had a great many questions and of course she was hoping to get to see one of those cool devices they swung around in a fight.

Hanna seemed to act strangely around the men, almost as if they were not her equal and not there really. But if any of them knew that she was a Hapan, would figure that Hanna was still use to the gender rules of her home.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Ah, Prosthetic. That makes sense. Jaxton thought to himself as he took out his hand and shaked the man's hand. "My name's Jaxton Ravos. And you don't have to apologize, at least not to me anyways. I was coming here to work on the weights anyways." Jaxton told the man, while thinking about what he said about enhancing his non-prosthetic hand as he continued to collect pieces of the droids. Wrapping the force around an object to make it immovable. Jaxton began trying to draw the Force around the room into a sort of barrier around his hand, but found the technique rather draining, and couldn't maintain it. Must have taken a while to perfect and draw on a whim. With mastery though, such a technique could probably be applied to a sword, a disc, maybe even armor. He wondered just how powerful one could focus the force.

"Exactly how strong could you make an object by wrapping it in the Force? Obviously strong enough to break whatever metal these droids were made of, but what about something stronger? Maybe damage Beskar? Or even stop a lightsaber?"

 

[Darron Wraith]

"Rosa, if I wasn't impressive I wouldn't catch you staring when you think I'm not looking." He made sure to keep his tone playful while letting her know he had been paying attention to him. His Padawan was quite the mystery to him, playful in spurts yet serious when the situation needed it. She was two different woman...well three if you counted the Jedi side of her. He had come to know the full spectrum of her in their training, and to say he wasn't intrigued by her would be a bold-faced lie. He had never cared much for politicians, but she was one of the few honest ones and she was his apprentice.

Yeah Wraith, remember that next time when you get caught up in how wonderful you think she is. Or when you're staring at her...

Darron mentally scolded himself as gave his full attention to Jaxton. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, as to stopping a lightsaber? I would never dare risk or attempt it, trying to stop energy just seems like a doomed plan. If it were possible I wouldn't use my lightsabers or have this shiny metal hand." He could remember when he had first started out, there were so many questions and everything seemed like a wonderful mystery to him. It was refreshing to see the large man in such a state of wonder. "Don't let yourself try and get too far ahead, believe me. We Jedi do make mistakes, and such a power may exist but I don't know it."

He patted Jaxton on the back before continuing to pick up his mess. "So tell me about yourself Jaxton, where is your Master and how did such a specimen as yourself come to the order?" While talking, Darron grabbed a droid's severed hand and made sure to lob it at his Padawan to see if she could keep her Politician façade going while being stressed out.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa smiled "I don't think Jedi even make appointments." she said with a chuckle, before gesturing at the room behind her. "This is the training area, complete with separate rooms for those solo or one on one training sessions, a gym and everything else that you could possibly need to train anyone, Jedi or a standard soldier."

A flicker in the force made her turn and she caught the droid part thrown at her with ease, barely missing a beat as she turned back to Hanna. "Each recruit that joins the jedi order is known as a padawan is assigned to a knight or master for training. Master Darron Wraith," she said, indicating wityh the droid hand at Darron over her shoulder "Is my tutor, and most of the training sessions we've had have been completed here. Had you been here five minutes ago you would have enjoyed quite the display from Master Wraith."

Turning so she was standing next to the Vice Chancellor, she looked across at Darron and then at a droid foot near him. "What else would you like to know?" she asked as she flicked the foot with the force at Darron's backside with a sly smile at him.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Jaxton could tell he liked this man, he was a good sport. He was obviously experianced and battle-hardened in a way Jaxton didn't think he could comprehend, but he wasn't above helping out a padawan like him.

"I don't have a master per-se, I'm currently being trained by a Jedi Knights who runs an outpost on Tython. Her name's Karen Roberts if you've heard of her." Jaxton told Master Wraith of his training situation. "I've only been in the order very recently. I've been a professional Grav-Ball player for the last 6 seasons now. I met a guy one time I was playing Sabacc, and he was rather adamant about Jedi and Sith and force powers and such. So I decided to try and meet some Jedi and they told me I could use the Force. What about you? I haven't heard of a Master Wraith before, are you usually out on assignment?"

 

[Davin Jusik]

Davin noted the vibe Darron seemed to be giving off and appreciated it. He'd have to remember to leave the man an invitation to drink before he left. Two warriors musing over their battles, conquests, sorrows, and life. He grinned at the thought.

He hoped down from the pull-up bar and began to run around the track, the thing he hated most about exercising but normally ended up doing the most of.

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Blondie? Oh, someone was going to regret calling her that, or would, if she weren't feeling in an oddly pacifistic mood. Admittedly, Teynara was usually calm as a bowl of water sitting on a mountain top, unlikely to be stirred to any deeper feeling by much of anything, but for some reason, that particular name had always annoyed her. Probably a result of all those idiotic blonde jokes, she mused. The temptation was to say something suitably sarcastic in response, but she kept those thoughts to herself this time, instead focusing more on the others in the room.

The tall one that had caused such noise and destruction wasn't nearly sorry enough for the chaos he had caused, but for some reason that seemed to fit, given the way he responded to the others. This would be one of those you'd think of as the Order's muscle, then, she mused, frowning slightly. She understood the need for those with more...aggressive capabilities being within the Order, but in truth, she had a hard time accepting it, but was aware that they were probably given a fair amount of latitude. They were, after all, the ones responsible for doing all the Order's so-called 'dirty work', dealing death instead creating peace, all in the name of reducing the chaos around them. That's how it's supposed to work, anyway.

The doors behind her opened again and admitted another woman, but this one was no Jedi, and Teynara had to admit she was rather surprised to see her present. The Vice Chancellor of the Republic wasn't exactly someone you'd expect to see wandering the halls of the Jedi Temple: presumably she had people that could do that sort of thing on her behalf. That's odd, to say the least. The other young woman in a room, a Padawan judging by her age and her deferential manner to the big blonde man, slipped in and took over at that point, and Teynara once again got the feeling that she was in way over her head around here. Force alone knows why I'd think that, but there you go.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Vice Chancellor," she remarked, turning her attentions to the recent new arrival. It seemed best to go dealing with the important one first: politicians tended to notice snubs faster than Jedi, so to issue one to her didn't seem like a good idea, particularly given that they'd already met. "As you can see, part of our training is learning to mess up the Temple and then get it looking all neat and shiny again," she observed wryly, gesturing around the Training Room and the very obvious chaos that had been strewn around. Feels like someone's just come to inspect our quarters and found a small layer of dust... She really hated that feeling. "Like our blonde friend said," she added, half-turning and nodding her head at Darron, "Jedi definitely make mistakes."

 

[Hanna Ike]

Hanna was fascinated, on one hand people were talking about strange concepts of fighting that sounded fascinated yet they were playful and regular people though she seemed to get mixed vibes from them all. and then she saw rosa's master, " You weren't kidding rosa about what you said about your master" , she smirked and winked at Rosa. She wondered what to ask about next. She was also amused at the game of catch the other off guard it seemed. " Well it seems I know two jedi here Nice to see you both Rosa and ... " Crap she had never gotten her name... with the injury she had recieved it wasn't like she got to see much after her speech. She winched as with the memory of her wound, her shoulder started to hurt, again as she tried to move the muscle around. " I am sorry I don't believe I ever caught your name"
" To Err is Human, they say, I would be hard pressed to believe that jedi didn't make mistakes, as the rest of us do. " She said looking around again not minding the mess. " Yes I want to see one of those laser swords, I hear so much about.. " She said with a almost childlike eagerness, she had always wanted to see the weapon of choice of the legendary jedi. It was funny, they were taking her visit so serious when all she purely wanted was to make acquaintances and learn.