Kitter Bitters
Keeper of Bitter Tales from the Galaxy
Across the New Jedi Praxeum on Chalacta, two beginnings unfolded at once. In the council chambers, any master drawn to leadership gathered with Katarine Ryiah to help shape the Praxeum's direction, tactics, and purpose. At the same time, outside on the training grounds, padawans who were newly summoned, stood at the edge of the obstacle course as knights moved among them, guiding, observing, or testing their own skills. One space looked inward, defining what the Jedi would become; the other looked forward, shaping who would carry that future.
Objective # 1 - The Beast: Open to padawans/knights/and masters who wish to train or guide the training.
The morning light on Chalacta came softly, filtered through pale clouds and the distant shimmer of the Praxeum's outer spires. Dew clung to the edges of the obstacle course, each beam, rope, and elevated platform gleaming faintly as if the Force itself had settled there overnight.
A quiet tension hung in the air.
Padawans gathered at the edge of the course in a loose cluster, some whispering, others silent, all watching. Before them stretched a winding path of suspended planks, narrow balance rails, shifting stone platforms, and climbing structures that seemed to move just enough to challenge certainty. It was not merely a test of the body. It was a test of trust, trust in the Force, in instinct, and in oneself.
A few of the Padawans exchanged glances. At the front of the group stood a small handful, the youngest or least experienced among them, robes still unfamiliar on their shoulders. This would be their first time. One shifted their footing. Another exhaled slowly, eyes tracing the path ahead as if trying to memorize it before beginning.
But the course could not be memorized. A soft breeze passed through, stirring fabric and setting the higher elements into motion. The platforms creaked. The ropes swayed. The Force moved with it.
Master Hama had recently left her quiet happy retirement to help the New Jedi Praxeum. Chalacta was not agreeing with her allergies, but the dust could be managed. She smiled at all those gathered here today. Some were young padawans who were new, while others were knights here to help teach, or to learn the course themselves. There may even be some masters sewn about, learning or teaching.
"Step forward," she said with a smile. For a moment, just a moment, no one did and then one Padawan took a single step. She smiled at the bravest among them.
"My name is Master Hama and today I'm here to introduce you to our obsticle course, which some have affectionately named The Beast." She chuckled at the name and continued. "A Jedi must feel the Force flowing through them at all times, but we must discipline more than our minds. Our bodies need to be in top shape as well so we can serve the galaxy. This course will challenge you. It will sense your hesitation, your fear, and it will react accordingly. Today I want everyone to try and make it through as best they can."
She clasped her arms behind her back, wondering who would be the ones going first. The course was designed so that several could enter at once, and take different paths. The course could accommodate all of the students, challenging each... but one had to lead the way to get everything started.
Objective 2 - Council Meeting - Open to Masters who wish to take a leadership role in the praxeum.
At the center stood
Her posture was steady, though her gaze moved thoughtfully between those gathered. This was not the rigid structure of the old Order. This would be something new, something shared and she wanted to know the opinions of the great master Jedi of this galaxy.
"We are not rebuilding what was," she began, her voice measured. "We are deciding what comes next."
A subtle shift passed through the room as more Masters stepped forward, taking their places. "Direction. Tactics. Purpose. If you are here, you will help shape all three."
The room fell still, not with uncertainty, but with recognition.
This was the beginning.