Private Backwards Progress

[Marcel von Ascania]

Creed was not an especially strong student.

There were certain martial aspects of Jedi training in which she had excelled. In others, she’d been failing spectacularly. It wasn’t that she was particularly stubborn or difficult—in fact, the girl was quite agreeable to just about any situation.

She just…wasn’t there.

This was why she’d been summoned to the office of Jedi Knight Aaran Tafo. From what Creed had heard, he was known for his skillful handling of particularly challenging students. Though it may have occurred to her that she was on her last leg, the sincerity of the situation hadn’t penetrated. Nor did it when she’d gone through three dedicated Masters, all of whom decided that she wasn’t a good fit.

“Did I do something wrong, Master Jedi?”

Hands tucked beneath the chair, Creed’s legs swung back and forth as she addressed Knight Tafo. Knight, Master—the difference didn’t matter to her, as long as she knew where she stood. In this case, her position was on the bottom rung.

“Is this about what happened in Soresu practice?”

She’d wandered away from the training droid in the courtyard, distracted by a particularly pretty flower. The red marks pocking her skin from stun bolts told the story.

Aaran Tafo

 

[Aaran Tafo]

"That. Among a few other things." Came the even-voiced reply of Aaran. Bandaged sockets looking at the young woman at the other side of his desk. Inwardly reviewing the reports that had been read back to him about this particular Padawan's problems. He was expecting there to be one or two. A few disciplinary problems, a few subjects in which she was struggling with.

He was not quite expecting a list of such.... length. It was surprising to say the least.

He knew that centuries back, this girl would have been shipped off to the Service Corps. But thankfully, the New Jedi Order did not have such an outdated practice. And if Aaran had any say in the matter, they would never have it again.

It wasnt even that she was performing all that poorly. The problem was that she was barely performing at all. From everything he had read over, any rare occasion where the Padawan in front of him actually applied herself. There was little issue. In some cases he might even find her to actually perform well. The problem lay in her complete and utter lack of focus.

A hand went to his chin for a moment, thumb rubbing across the edge of his jaw. Trying to best figure out how to approach this particular problem case. "Padawan." He finally said after a moment. "Do you mind telling me what happened during the practice?" He asked, his tone not accusatory, simply curious. "From what I was told, you simply wandered off and then one of the droids took a shot at you. I'm assuming you forgot to disengage the practice?" He said, fingers now steepling in front of his face.

Was it ADHD? It was fairly rare to see some kind of disorder like that in Force Sensitives. Those that did have it typically never gained the focus to make anything of their connection to the Force and were typically looked over by many of the sects of the Galaxy. "My concern that this isn’t the first time something like this happened." He explained. "There's been a few other incidents like this. So I'm hoping you can help me get to the bottom of things and find a way to move forward from here."

Marcel von Ascania