Location: Coruscant, The Jedi Temple.
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Lukan Rath, the boy from Nar Shaddaa. He had been born into a poor family, grown up within a crime-infested Capital City and learned to fend for himself from a young age. He was given away by his birth mother, and his adoptive parents spent their lives working just to keep a roof over their heads. When the realization of Lukan's Force Sensitivity came, they sent him to the Jedi for a better life, yet Lukan saw it as rejection and so yet again life had thrown him a curve ball. This was how he came to be on Coruscant, and still, in such early days, he neither had a clue as to why he ought to be a Jedi nor had he made any friends.
Perhaps that would soon change.
The afternoon class had just been wrapped up. A Lesson in the Saber Arts by one of the many Jedi Masters of the Temple. Luke couldn't recall the man's name, nor many others for that matter as he was still adjusting to living Temple life. The Jedi Robes he wore, were in themselves, entirely different from what he was accustomed to. Most astonishingly they were new and not hand-me-downs.
From what he had gathered, all new students to the Temple were gifted these clothes, a sort of Jedi uniform. Alongside the new digs, he had been given a training lightsaber and a datapad. The latter of which was awesome, and Lukan spent most nights up late playing on the gadget, figuring out how to work it and reading or watching whatever content the Jedi database would allow. If there was ever hope for his future as a Jedi, it was probably those late nights on the device.
In any case, the class was dismissed and like all the other students, Lukan started to make his way out into the corridor.