Jafan Helcore
A warrior in the garden
The Morellian temple was not a colossus spectacle like other Order's through out the galaxy. The temple itself was more like a church, a small spiritual building in the center of a compound deep in the morellian pine country. Most of it was built from the very trees that surrounded the Jedi sanctuary. There were a few barracks that housed jedi hopefuls along with condo styled buildings which were more for the Masters and the teachers, the staff that run the compound and the schooling that the padawans needed. The compound was named Sanctuary, and for most if not all that have trained or spent any time here would agree that life was very spartan compared to the way the rest of the planet's citizens lived. There were workshops, a school with classrooms and multiple training areas, inside and indoors. There was a landing pad, complete with a hangar. There was also a farm and many garden's and greenhouses inside and outside the perimeter. Self sufficiency was key, something that the master's had learn many, many centries ago with the gulag plague. The plague itself was deadly, so was the aftermath when economies collapsed and civilizations crumbled. People had to learn the archaic ways of self preservation or die. And many had died to starvation and other elements beyond the grasp of the plague itself. So in sanctuary, survival was one of the main skills they practiced.
"keep your eye on the deer. Aim for the shoulder, you will pierce lung and heart and make for a quick kill" The low whispered husky voice of Jafan trickled into his student's ear. A young Morellian padawan that was sitting high in a tree stand with the Master at his side. There was a Pinewood Mule Deer below them, with in range of the bow the child held. "Have your target locked with your gaze for when you draw you draw to shoot. Do not pro long and hold or you will fail your aim and chances of just wounding increases." He continued to instruct, the padawan was nervous. Did not take the force to see and feel that. "Steady, breath, hold, draw, fire!"
The boy breathed three times before hold his breath. He drew and let loose without hesitation. The deer jolted with the impact of the hunter's arrow, instincts took over and he tried to run but buckled to the ground. The boy was was so excited he nearly jumped out of the tree stand to chase after it. Jafan had to grip the padawan by the shoulder to keep him still "No! you must wait a few minutes. Let the deer's life extinguish and not risk yourself in its last throws of death. Many hunters have been killed in such a fashion!"
"Yes Master!" The padawan sunk back into the tree stand.
"Concentrate on the deer, you can see it laying there from here. Watch his labored breaths and reach out in the force. Feel the animal's life essence fading"
The padawan concentrated on the dying deer. Watched the rise and fall of its chest as it struggled to breath. Jafan could tell just by the boy's facial expressions he was fully sensing the deer's life ending. Sensing its fear and pain. "Go on! End it like how i showed you! Its time"
He climbed down from the tree stand, master not far behind. The young boy cautiously moved towards the deer, stepping through brush and past the tall pine trees. He pulled a vibro dagger from its sheath and plunged it deep into the deer's throat before swiftly cutting it wide open. That was the end.
'Good!" Jafan patted the padawan on the shoulder before taking his own knife. Was time to teach him how to field dress their prey and then once home butcher it.
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Jafan and his padawan of the day rode back to the compound on horse back. Their fresh kill and gear draped over the mule that followed behind. It was almost summer, the flowers were in full bloom and the warm southern air pushed through the trees. Jafan thought himself blessed that the order had taken him in after so many decades he had spent at war. His soul broken and his faith tattered. Now, nearly seventy years later he was a different man than he was then. He had found peace in this back country. He found a purpose more than war and survival.
They rode up to the gates where the rest of the padawans could be here cheering on their peer's success. There was going to be venison on the menu tonight and nothing tasted better than fresh deer cuts in your stew. One of the Jedi posted on guard duty approached with little urgency to his step....
"Master Jafan! Grandmaster Tress requires your presence in the temple's hall" He reported, "The boys will take care of your horse and deer for you!"
With that Jafan swung himself gently off his horse and made way to the temple's main hall. Wasn't much ornate in looks, very simple and basic like the rest of the compound. There was a few chairs and pillows that surrounded a central fire pit. This was where many if not all decisions had been made that concerned the morellian jedi's and their Sanctuary. As Jafan walked in there was Grandmaster Tress, a Morellian of elderly age. He was tall, long white hair and a white beard to match.
"Master Tress!" Jafan bowed his head in respect. There no other council members there sides the two of them which made Jafan wonder what he had done wrong. Like a child anxious of a parent's scolding.
"We have company arriving soon Jafan. I received word that A Master Coren Starchaser has sent one of his to meet with us. Not much else was made in the message."
"When does this Jedi arrive?"
"Should be now!" The grandmaster replied, poking the lite fire with a half burnt stick.
"keep your eye on the deer. Aim for the shoulder, you will pierce lung and heart and make for a quick kill" The low whispered husky voice of Jafan trickled into his student's ear. A young Morellian padawan that was sitting high in a tree stand with the Master at his side. There was a Pinewood Mule Deer below them, with in range of the bow the child held. "Have your target locked with your gaze for when you draw you draw to shoot. Do not pro long and hold or you will fail your aim and chances of just wounding increases." He continued to instruct, the padawan was nervous. Did not take the force to see and feel that. "Steady, breath, hold, draw, fire!"
The boy breathed three times before hold his breath. He drew and let loose without hesitation. The deer jolted with the impact of the hunter's arrow, instincts took over and he tried to run but buckled to the ground. The boy was was so excited he nearly jumped out of the tree stand to chase after it. Jafan had to grip the padawan by the shoulder to keep him still "No! you must wait a few minutes. Let the deer's life extinguish and not risk yourself in its last throws of death. Many hunters have been killed in such a fashion!"
"Yes Master!" The padawan sunk back into the tree stand.
"Concentrate on the deer, you can see it laying there from here. Watch his labored breaths and reach out in the force. Feel the animal's life essence fading"
The padawan concentrated on the dying deer. Watched the rise and fall of its chest as it struggled to breath. Jafan could tell just by the boy's facial expressions he was fully sensing the deer's life ending. Sensing its fear and pain. "Go on! End it like how i showed you! Its time"
He climbed down from the tree stand, master not far behind. The young boy cautiously moved towards the deer, stepping through brush and past the tall pine trees. He pulled a vibro dagger from its sheath and plunged it deep into the deer's throat before swiftly cutting it wide open. That was the end.
'Good!" Jafan patted the padawan on the shoulder before taking his own knife. Was time to teach him how to field dress their prey and then once home butcher it.
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Jafan and his padawan of the day rode back to the compound on horse back. Their fresh kill and gear draped over the mule that followed behind. It was almost summer, the flowers were in full bloom and the warm southern air pushed through the trees. Jafan thought himself blessed that the order had taken him in after so many decades he had spent at war. His soul broken and his faith tattered. Now, nearly seventy years later he was a different man than he was then. He had found peace in this back country. He found a purpose more than war and survival.
They rode up to the gates where the rest of the padawans could be here cheering on their peer's success. There was going to be venison on the menu tonight and nothing tasted better than fresh deer cuts in your stew. One of the Jedi posted on guard duty approached with little urgency to his step....
"Master Jafan! Grandmaster Tress requires your presence in the temple's hall" He reported, "The boys will take care of your horse and deer for you!"
With that Jafan swung himself gently off his horse and made way to the temple's main hall. Wasn't much ornate in looks, very simple and basic like the rest of the compound. There was a few chairs and pillows that surrounded a central fire pit. This was where many if not all decisions had been made that concerned the morellian jedi's and their Sanctuary. As Jafan walked in there was Grandmaster Tress, a Morellian of elderly age. He was tall, long white hair and a white beard to match.
"Master Tress!" Jafan bowed his head in respect. There no other council members there sides the two of them which made Jafan wonder what he had done wrong. Like a child anxious of a parent's scolding.
"We have company arriving soon Jafan. I received word that A Master Coren Starchaser has sent one of his to meet with us. Not much else was made in the message."
"When does this Jedi arrive?"
"Should be now!" The grandmaster replied, poking the lite fire with a half burnt stick.