Private New Kid on the Block

[Thayze Montserrat]

|| NEW KID ON THE BLOCK ||
Head in the Clouds - Chapter 1
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TAG: Kyric

NABOO

“Three, four, five, shoot,” the training droid shot a low energy stun blaster at Thayze, which he captured in his hand and absorbed with the Tutaminis. “Three, four, five, shoot,” he absorbed another round of blaster, letting the energy flows through his body, replenishing his stamina. “Well done Thayze, you have improved from our last session,” the droid congratulated him.

Their last session was a disaster, Thayze was distracted and had many lapses of concentration, the bruises on his body are silent witnesses of the abysmal showing. That day, he took his speeder to go as far as he could from the Temple, from Theed, and spent his time in a silent solitude. That helped for the moment, but he needed something that’s not just a temporary fix.

He consulted his Master, Briana Sal-Soren , and some other elder Jedi he is friendly with, and he came to the conclusion that he needed to find someone around his age to train together, learn from each other, and bond, and the Jedi will help find him one for his first session after his remote meditation. Perhaps he could also finally meet Briana’s other padawan, Lily Decoria .

The noble Jedi sat on the bench to rehydrate himself, taking in the beautiful scenery of Naboo’s Temple outdoor training ground, when he sees a male Jedi, roughly his age, approaching, seemingly looking for a someone in the training ground.

“You recon I can take him on, Ti-sha?” Thayze asked the training droid while his eyes judgingly observed the boy from head to toe.​

 

[Kyric]

Nearly a week had passed since Kyric first stepped foot in the temple seeking Grandmaster Sal-Soren. For reasons unknown, she had yet to summon him to the council chambers to discuss matters the kiffar considered imperative to galactic peace, but his time spent familiarizing himself to the Order and its headquarters opened his eye to its very nature.

The Grandmaster and her Council were not storied Jedi with legends dating back to the Second Great Hyperspace War, nor were these hallowed halls filled with younglings and budding Padawan. The standing Jedi Order within the boundaries of Republic space was not much larger than a fledgling organization recently escaped its infantile stages. Each member of the Council bore the weight of a responsibility larger than themselves, while their many charges sought to better define their purpose within the great Galactic Game. Few within the confines of the temple understood the full extent of their purpose as Jedi.

Even fewer were prepared to face the approaching darkness.

This realization provided Kyric with new purpose. His earliest days spent in training were under some of the most prolific Jedi in the last few decades—Ryv Karis, Loske and Maynard Treicolt, Dagon Kaze, and Ripley Kühn. They blessed him with a lifetime of knowledge, passed down in even the simplest day-to-day activities. The best thing the young Jedi Knight could hope to do for his fellows was prepare them for the onslaught he knew awaited them on the war front, not unlike his father before him.

The thought froze Kyric mid-step just before the threshold leading out to the external training grounds.

Ryv warned his son not to follow in his footsteps—to follow his own path, guided not by the fires of war, but the light of peace.

Was this not a breach of his father's final request of his son?

Kyric ran his bandaged hand through his hair and pushed it back from his face. He knew this train of thought led nowhere good, so he shifted his focus to the doorway and fished a thin strip of leather from the pouch at his side. Moving through the motions of tying it back, the kiffar stepped out into the sun's warmth and eyed the grounds. Suffice to say, he was disappointed to see one Jedi training. But he bit back that knee-jerk reaction and reconsidered the circumstance.

A growing Order meant an overworked Order.

Ryv never shied away from owning the difficulty of the earliest years at the helm of the New Jedi Order, before he and his council proved their worth in the eyes of the galaxy.

Whether by the Force or by intuition, Kyric felt Thayze's scrutinizing gaze not long after the noble took a seat on the bench. He met the younger Jedi's eyes and wandered over post-haste.

"Whatcha workin' on today, partner?"

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Tags: Thayze Montserrat
Honorable Mentions: Briana Sal-Soren