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Private Everything Means Nothing

Orla Lo

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Location: Jedi Temple
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Trapped.

Orla was trapped here at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. A man named JJ or something had taken her from Mustafar, where she'd been staying with her new master. Some might say she'd been rescued, but as far as Orla was concerned -- she had been taken from one prison to another. But here, she couldn't even practice her new skills... which was a major drag. She'd been forbidden from using the dark side here. Or else her accommodations might become a great deal more prison-like. Escape was also out of the question, her movements were being monitored.

For now, she was subject to the will of these Jedi.

JJ had told her that she could receive training. But that also meant forsaking the darkness that she'd already embraced. Today, she was supposed to meet with a Jedi Master to speak about her options. Naturally, she was curious -- what would it meant to become a Jedi? Was it even possible for someone like her? While she'd dabbled with the dark side, her training had not yet truly begun... so her master had said. She'd only started to scratch the surface of these dark secrets, and she wanted more.

Orla didn't want light, not at all.

"Ugh," Orla said as she exited the small dorm room. "What's the point, even?"

Maybe, it was all pointless.
 

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There was a frustration Jackson could sense through the temple and the training area. The surprise was that he was not the source of it. This time there was a darkness with it which made Jax uncomfortable. So then why was he drawn to it? Like any Lesan he felt pulled toward things he should otherwise ignore. Jackson should have walked away from it all, but he did not. Like a curious cheshire cat, Jax peeked into the room.

“I feel like that sometimes too.”

He smiled as he stepped into the room uninvited.

“There are some katas I do when I feel this way… I could show you.”

Jackson put himself out there. He was just a padawan, and not a teacher, but he could help someone that felt the way he did often. Naturally it was mostly a Lesan way of dealing with it, but Jax had fully embraced who he was. He was a Lesan, and there was nothing he could do to change that, nor did he want to.

He took in a deep breath and leaned against the door frame.

“I mean… if you want… it’s up to you.”
 
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Orla hadn't expected anyone to respond.​
And so, she whipped around to find a young man standing there, a Jedi. Though her dark-sided training had only recently begun, she still felt a very palpable aversion to these lightsiders. Being trapped here in the temple was torture enough, but being face to face with them was even worse. Had it not been for this meeting -- the one that would decide her fate -- she would still be sulking.​
"I wasn't talking to you," Orla replied shortly.​
Well, it was true. Her blue eyes narrowed slightly when he mentioned doing katas, whatever that was. Jedi felt this way, too? It was difficult to believe when she'd been told that the Jedi forsake their emotions, their true power.​
"I guess you can't tell," she continued, an edge to her tone. "But I'm not training here. I'm not like you -- I'm not a Jedi."
Orla moved to the wall and leaned against it, her arms crossed. As she was well out of the way of the center of the room, she motioned dismissively for him to continue on with whatever he was here to do. "I'm just here to meet some master."
 


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Maybe if Jackson was the typical Jedi the girl would have been right, and her statement would not have evoked an interesting emotion. He could not place what it was, though he knew it was somewhere between feeling insulted and being intrigued. That had never really happened before, which only made the curiosity of who this girl was win out over the offense that he could have picked up.

He stepped into the room, even though it was clear he was not invited.

“And you’re meeting this master here?”

He grinned.

“You know if you are not even a Jedi, I am wondering how you got into one of the training rooms. It must mean that a Jedi let you in. It is clear you are connected to the force, and the fact you are not in a holding cell means you are not Sith.”

Jackson shrugged and walked toward one of the training weapons on the wall. They were wooden staffs, almost like a wooden training saber, well that is exactly what it was. Jax had never really paid attention to what they were called, mostly because Romi insisted that he learn with an actual training saber from the start. There was no reason to learn how to fight with a weapon that had balance when a lightsaber had none.

He tossed it at the girl to see if she would catch it.

“So maybe the katas won’t work for you. Maybe you just need a good fight to work it out. It doesn’t matter if you’re a Jedi or not. Everyone deals with emotions. They can fuel you or hinder you. Whichever depends on how you deal with them.”

He picked up a weapon for himself.

“Feel like working up a good sweat while you wait?”
 

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The guy kept talking.​
Orla's mood continued to sour. 'You are not Sith.' No, she was not truly Sith... not yet. How had JJ put it when he handed her over? 'She's not a threat.'
It was insulting. But Orla couldn't deny it, either. Her training with the mysterious dark master had only begun before she was snatched away. She didn't even know his real name – only the voice and the powerful darkness of his force presence.​
Orla wondered if he'd try to save her.​
Maybe she'd already failed in his eyes, and he'd simply leave her to rot here in the light-sided temple. Whatever. She'd get out of here sooner or later. He had a training sword in his hand. Her eyes flickered towards the weapon rack momentarily. Orla heaved an annoyed sigh and picked a sword up for herself. But Orla wasn't stupid – she knew she'd get beat. So, she decided to stall.​
"This Master... Lesan," Orla said. "Do you know him?"

Besides, it probably wouldn't hurt to know more about this Jedi Master she was about to meet.​
 


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She had an angst about her. Something if the dark side had touched her. Jackson was not sure why she was allowed to roam free in the temple, but apparently no one seemed to be concerned. It was that, or there was another Jedi vouching for her. He had said as much to her, but it was something that seemed to rub her the wrong way. Jax wasn't getting anywhere with her, even though she decided to pick up the training weapon.

He smirked. It could not be helped, he was a Lesan after all.

"A Master Judah Lesan…"

Jax laughed. There was something ironic about this, or the force was at work.

"He's my uncle… is that who you're waiting on?"

The laughter continued.

"You should have taken me up on the katas."

Jackson shook his head. If she was going to learn anything from Judah it was going to those blasted forms. Jax didn't mind them. They helped when he needed them to. It was a way to focus when he could not keep the anger he sometimes felt from bubbling over into something devastating.

He turned his weapon toward the girl.

"So how much combat training have you had?"
 

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