Let the Wookiee Win
Location: Naboo - Jedi Temple
Equipment: Translation Droid | Lightsaber | Jedi Robes |
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Lily Decoria
Kuhbee woke before the Temple chimes had even begun their gentle morning song. For a moment, the young Wookiee Padawan simply lay there in his dormitory bunk, blinking sleep from his eyes, watching the soft Naboo sunlight begin to spill through the tall arched windows. The air was cool and quiet, full of promise. Today wasn't just any training day.Today he would be working with a new Jedi Knight.
His ears perked with excitement, fur fluffing lightly as he sat up. The Masters didn't rotate instructors often, so when they did, it meant something special such as a fresh style, a new perspective, a challenge waiting to be tackled. Kuhbee could practically feel the eagerness bubbling inside him, like a starship engine warming before takeoff.
Kuhbee rolled out of bed and began his morning stretches. First, a long reach to the ceiling beams, claws brushing the wood. Then a deep bend forward, arms dangling, muscles loosening. His body rumbled with a satisfied hrrrmmm as joints cracked gently back into place. Being a Wookiee meant carrying a lot of strength—strength that needed to be treated with discipline. Master Reta once reminded him:
"A powerful body is a gift, Kuhbee. But a prepared body is a tool."
With that in mind, he stretched slow and deliberate, savoring the familiar burn and flow of waking muscles. Once limbered, Kuhbee knelt on the simple mat beside his bunk. He closed his eyes. Let his breath deepen. Let the hum of the Naboo morning fold around him like a warm cloak. He felt the rustling gardens outside. The quiet murmur of water flowing through the Temple's decorative channels. Even the faint stirrings of other Padawans waking for their own lessons.
Then, deeper still, he steady presence of the Force, resting beneath everything. It glowed like a calm sun, gentle yet vast, guiding his heartbeat into peace. Today would be about learning. About listening. About meeting a new Knight with respect, curiosity, and an open mind. Kuhbee let his excitement settle into focus.
hen he rose, he was centered. Ready.
After a quick brushing of his fur, because training or not, it was important to look presentable, Kuhbee slung his practice sash over his shoulder and stepped into the hallway. Other Padawans whispered greetings as he padded past, his footsteps steady on the polished stone floors.
The Temple felt alive this morning. As if it, too, sensed something new on the horizon.
By the time Kuhbee reached the dojo, a wide chamber with smooth wooden floors, hanging banners, and the faint scent of incense, his pulse had settled into a steady rhythm. He paused at the threshold, inhaled deeply, and allowed the Force to flow through him once more.
Today he would meet a new teacher. Today he would grow. And he was ready.
Kuhbee stepped forward into the dojo, eager for whatever awaited him.
