defy the tyrannous stars
GALLO MOUNTAINS
Old instincts urged Zark to have another look around before he kept climbing. Familiar wingspans on the horizon were growing closer fast. He activated a comlink tuned to the same frequency as the candidates.
"Bogwings incoming," San Tekka warned the other Jedi, "They're fiercely territorial. Be prepared to defend yourselves."
Naboo bogwings could be more dangerous than they looked. Razor sharp talons more than capable of lacerating flesh and the little creatures could carry up to nine times their own weight. Lightsabers cut them down easily enough, but they were agile and hunted in flocks. Strange reptilian cries echoed off the mountainside.
He needed to push them harder than what most Jedi considered an acceptable risk. Forging a Knight of the Temple Guard meant teaching them more than just combat skills. To let go of all their fears and serve something greater. The Order could not train an army of soldiers, but it still needed champions more than ever. Those who made it to the peak would swear to help him bear this burden so that other Jedi didn't have to.