Private Life on canvas

[Iandre Athlea]

Morning had become one of Iandre's favorite times to paint. A small easel stood beneath the shade of an old tree in one of the city's parks, overlooking a playground where children laughed and families wandered along winding paths. She wasn't trying to create a masterpiece, only to capture the simple life unfolding before her: the swing set in motion, the fountain catching the morning light, the quiet joy in ordinary moments. Every so often she leaned back to study the canvas before adding another careful brushstroke, content to let the rest of the world move around her.

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“Wow that looks beautiful what are you painting?”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre paused, lifting her brush away from the canvas before leaning back to study it for a moment. A small smile found its way to her face as she looked from the painting to the playground beyond, comparing the two.

"Thank you." There was a hint of modesty in her voice. "I'm still learning, but... I'm trying to capture the park. The playground, the trees, the people simply enjoying the morning. There isn't anything particularly extraordinary about it."

She rested the brush across her palette and turned slightly on the stool to face him, offering an easy, welcoming smile.

"My name is Iandre Athlea."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“I’m Nolan ork”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre smiled warmly, committing the name to memory.

"It's nice to meet you, Nolan."

Her eyes lingered for a moment on the mythosaur symbols worked into his armor before returning to his face. There was no judgment in her expression, only quiet curiosity.

"Are you Mandalorian?" she asked. "The armor and the mythosaur certainly suggest it."

She tilted her head ever so slightly.

"If you are...I've always been curious." A small smile touched her lips. "What do Mandalorians generally think of the Jedi these days?"

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“our views of the Jedi have changed I myself am a Jedi and a mandalorian”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

A look of pleasant surprise crossed Iandre's face before her smile widened.

"Both?" she repeated warmly. "That's not something you hear every day."

She glanced once more at the armor, appreciating it with a new understanding.

"In my day, the Jedi and the Mandalorians were allies." There was a note of fond remembrance in her voice. "We didn't always see the galaxy the same way, but we respected one another. Some of my closest friends wore beskar instead of robes."

A thoughtful smile lingered on her face.

"I'm glad to hear you're able to embrace both parts of who you are. I imagine each has something valuable to teach the other."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“Yeah I’m the second Mando to become a Jedi and I’m not even related to the first”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre's eyebrows rose slightly, clearly impressed.

"That's quite a distinction." A warm smile crossed her face. "Though I don't think being the second makes your journey any less meaningful."

She rested her brush across the edge of the palette.

"Every generation needs someone willing to walk a new path." Her smile softened. "Perhaps one day there will be a third...and they'll look to you the way you looked to the first."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“ I hope so I was very honored to know that I wasn’t the first one”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre smiled at his answer, pleased that he saw the first Mandalorian Jedi as an inspiration rather than a shadow to stand beneath.

"I think that's a healthy way to look at it." She nodded gently. "It's comforting to know someone has walked the path before us. It reminds us that even unusual journeys are possible."

She tilted her head thoughtfully.

"What kind of Jedi do you hope to become?" A quiet laugh escaped her. "When I was young, I wanted to be a Temple Guardian. There was something about standing watch over knowledge and protecting others that always appealed to me."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“I actually want to be the temple battle master aka the leader of the temple guard unit as one my closest friends cin drailg is leader of said unit and he told he might step down from that position and let me take over and I’m currently training under him”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

The warmth in Iandre's expression faltered, replaced by unmistakable surprise. She stared at Nolan for a long moment, searching his face as though trying to determine whether she'd misheard him.

"Cin Drailg?" she repeated quietly.

A heavy silence settled between them before she slowly shook her head.

"Nolan...Cin Drailg was a Jedi from my time." Her voice was gentle, almost reluctant to continue. "He's been gone for centuries."

She studied him more carefully now, genuine concern replacing her surprise.

"The current year is 902 ABY." She paused. "...Did you not know that?"

Another thought occurred to her, and her brow furrowed.

"Were you...transported from the days of the Clone Wars, too?"

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“Yeah I was”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre nodded slowly. It explained far more than she had expected when he'd first struck up a conversation in the park. Waking in another era was a difficult thing to comprehend, yet she knew others who had endured the same fate.

"Then you've had a great deal thrust upon you all at once." There was sympathy in her voice. "I'm sorry for that."

She thought back to what he'd said about Cin Drailg and becoming the Temple Battle Master.

"But...how do you plan to become the Temple Battle Master?" she asked gently. "The Order we knew is gone, Nolan. It has been for centuries. There are Jedi today, and there are temples, but they aren't the same Order you left behind."

Her expression remained kind, hoping she wasn't taking away a dream.

"Who is it you're training with now?"

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“I meant that he promised me that I would be able to become the battle master after clone war but then everything changed I was on a mission on tatooine when I saw the holonet broadcast of palpatine declaring the rise of the empire and the destruction of our brethren”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

A shadow passed across Iandre's face as Nolan spoke of the Empire's rise. Some memories never truly faded, no matter how many years separated them.

"I remember that day." Her voice was quiet. "My Master gave her life protecting me. She was shot while making sure I escaped." She lowered her eyes for a moment before looking back at Nolan. "I carried that loss with me for a very long time."

She rested a hand lightly against the edge of her easel.

"The Force eventually brought me here...to this era." A small, thoughtful smile appeared. "I've never fully understood why, only that there must have been a reason."

Curiosity returned to her expression.

"What about you?" she asked gently. "How did you come to 902 ABY?"

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“I was with my men as well and I didn’t expect anything so I didn’t have my helmet on so I got domed in the face and then I suddenly woke up but I wasn’t on tatooine I woke up on glee anselm”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre's brow furrowed in confusion as she tried to picture what he'd described.

"You were...shot?" she asked gently. "In the head?"

She looked at him with genuine concern rather than disbelief.

"How did you survive that?" Her eyes searched his face, wondering if there was more to the story than even Nolan understood. "The Force can accomplish extraordinary things, but that sounds...remarkable."

A thoughtful silence followed before she smiled faintly.

"Perhaps the Force wasn't finished with either of us." She glanced down at her unfinished painting and then back to him. "Whatever brought you to Glee Anselm, and me to this time, I'm beginning to believe there was a purpose behind it."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“Well the force works in mysterious ways maybe it wanted to give a second chance and as for me getting shot in the face yeah my clones were definitely smart they knew that beskar is basically indestructible but I wasn’t wearing my helmet so yeah”