Private One does not simply ROCK into the Jedi Temple

[Ceth Lintom]

Ceth climbed up the stairs to the Jedi Temple jamming his head bobbing back and forth jamming to the music blaring in his ear pods. He always imagined himself going in front of a crowd of tens of millions of people to rock out. However, Ceth did not want to be a rockstar nah a rockstar is cool and all. But a Jedi Rockstar..... now that will set Ceth from the ordinary joes who want to go into rock and roll. With his powers of the Force starting to develop inside of him and the life of being an "indentured servant" of Bula the Hutt becoming boring, Ceth took the first ship to Coruscant and arrived in just a few hours. Gathering the credits was easy, Ceth just played some Sabbacc against some low leveled players that is people who played Sabbacc for the first time in their lives.

As he reached the top of the stairs, Ceth saw the large doors opening in front of him and turned off his music players. His large red scarf began to billow against the wind to the point where he continued to wrap the scarf around his neck. Ceth's cybernetic hand brushed against his pale cheek and he bristled against its cold armor casing. Yet the brief distraction was quickly ended when Ceth ran towards the entrance a smile forming on Ceth's lips. "HELLLOOOOO GALAXY!" Ceth shouted skidding to a stop. "YOU ARE WITNESSING THE NEXT GREAT JEDI! THE ONE! THE ONLY JEDI ROCKSTAR: CETH LINTOM!"

The young man's voice suddenly grew smaller as he retreated back to his imaginary realm of the audience cheering his name. "Oh yeah!" Ceth whispered. "Oh he's so cool! Ceth Lintom yay!"

Ichika Masudo

 

[Ichika Masudo]

ROCKSTAR AND THE SHRINK

JEDI TEMPLE ❀ TEMPLE DISTRICT ❀ CORUSCANT
Ceth Lintom

She’d been in the temple to visit the archives, hunting down obscure knowledge that might prove useful in the curriculum for the next school year. She had some involvement with the Department of Force Studies, where it overlapped with the Medicine and Philosophy, in the development and administration of specialised courses. Jedi Healers were uncommon, many Jedi didn’t have the degree of talent necessary in the healing arts to heal more than their own minor cuts and bruises, so the treatment of Force-based afflictions had begun to be taught in the secular curriculum at the University of Coruscant at some point during the previous war.

Though she was typically loaded as one of the instructors for that section of courses as it came into rotation, the galactic outlook prevented her from being involved in any further capacity than an advisory one, this time around. She was starting to have to consider reducing her clinical workload, as well, in light of the possibility that she might need to wield a blade once again, outside of a dojo.

It was these considerations that floated in Master Ichika Masudo’s thoughts as she passed by the entrance hall and was blindsided by some echoing shouting, akin to what she might have heard with other Jedi, typically padawans, crowding around a ‘pad to watch a concert broadcast on the Holonet at various points during the war when they weren’t able to attend the events in question. It had taken her a long time to come around to some of the heavier music that some of them would listen to, and even then, it wasn’t her preference. At any rate, she was drawn to the sound, wondering just who was creating the ruckus.

When she reached the front doors to the temple, and saw a young man less than half her age, she couldn’t have been any less surprised. With a faint smile, Ichika greeted the newcomer, “Welcome to the Jedi Temple… how might I help you?” while noting the empyrean presence that suffused him, but she couldn’t make an assumption that he was here to join, regardless of the content of his shouts or possible capabilities in the Force.

That would be foolish.

 

[Ceth Lintom]

Ceth was too busy bobbing his head back and forth taking in the cheers of his imaginary audience. "Ceth! Ceth! Ceth!" Is what all he heard, he continued to pretend to play his guitar until he bumped into a pink woman adorned in fancy robes. "Oh my bad!" Ceth gave a toothy grin towards the older woman. Though Ceth was taller than her, she did give out that wise old lady vibe, this must be an actual Jedi that Ceth has been seeking.

"I'm just looking for a Jedi!" Ceth said. "Someone who can train me in the arts of kicking ass, taking names, and saving the galaxy! I can feel the rhythm of the Force coursing through me like, like......"

Ceth scratched his chin as if coming up with an analogy was the hardest thing in the galaxy. "Like radioactive rubber pants!" He gave a wink and a thumbs up to the woman. "So where do I get my Lightsaber ma'am? I'm ready to be a Jedi!"

Ichika Masudo

 

[Ichika Masudo]

ROCKSTAR AND THE SHRINK

JEDI TEMPLE ❀ TEMPLE DISTRICT ❀ CORUSCANT
Ceth Lintom

The way he brimmed over with energy reminded him of some of her peers when she had been a padawan… or the first time Gabriel Pryce had caf. Vague humour twitched at the corner of her mouth at that memory, in contrast to the way her brow creased in a faintly vexed manner.

"To 'get' a lightsaber, you must first be instructed in its safe handling and basic wielding," she insisted as she looked him over, her sapphire eyes scrutinising him just a bit, "the same goes for the 'kicking ass' but… one thing at a time." This was not language she used with any sort of frequency.

Ichika folded her hands together in front of her, and tipped her head and shoulders forward a small measure, "I am Master Ichika Masudo," then she stood to full again, "but you may call me Master Masudo. It's customary amongst the Jedi, and my own culture, to greet others and show deference with a bow. Let this be your first lesson," she then gestured to him with an open palm and a cordial smile, "please try it."

Not only a simple lesson, but a way to gauge if he could rein himself in and follow simple instructions. Establishing a baseline.

 

[Ceth Lintom]

That was disappointing.....

It was a shame that Ceth couldn't get his Lightsaber right away, he could've kicked some serious ass right now! But of course, he needed to get some training done. A Lightsaber is more powerful than his Beskar Guitar which he often uses as a weapon. "All right! All right!" Ceth said smirking. "I've been in tuned with the bashing heads since I was in diapers! This is going to be easy!"

The Jedi introduced herself as Ichika Masudo which Ceth had to admit was quite a mouthful to pronounce. "Ummm yeah!" Ceth chuckled. "Nice to meet ya Ichiban!"

He paused confused on if he got her name right. "Did I pronounce that correctly Master Ichigo?" Ceth gulped.

It got even more confusing when she told Ceth to bow. "WHAT?!" Ceth was taken aback. "BOW?! I THOUGHT JEDI DON'T BOW!" From what he understood, Jedi were supposed to jump in, kick ass, and chew bubblegum. Ceth didn't think a Jedi would bow! "I guess...." Ceth rubbed the back of his neck feeling uneasy about this. He took a deep breath, jumped as high as he can, and landed on his knees his heading hitting the floor in a kowtow.

"Owwww!" Tears filled Ceth's eyes as he remained on his hands and knees. "Is that good for you Master Ichini?"

 

[Ichika Masudo]

ROCKSTAR AND THE SHRINK

JEDI TEMPLE ❀ TEMPLE DISTRICT ❀ CORUSCANT
Ceth Lintom

When he got her name wrong, her expression betrayed nothing. It wouldn’t be the first time… but it wasn’t like the errant thought didn’t cross her mind that - maybe - this boy might need his hearing assessed, either.

He clearly had bought into the fantastical stories of the warrior Jedi. Fantasies that did not delve into the whole truth: the mundane, day-to-day life of a Jedi, the work it required, the dedication. The bow, while not always employed in every instance, but in most, was as deep as a bend at the waist, or as shallow as a tip of the head.

When he leapt into the air, and hit the floor on his hands and knees, it took a modicum of her will to not visibly cringe, as her brows pulled together in a vague mote of concern at the pain he experience as a result of his excessive misinterpretation of her instruction. Ichika sighed lightly out her nose.

“That is--” Addressing the butchering of her name could wait a little while longer; her tone was inflected with a little of the concern that creased her brow, “--I’m not certain where you picked up that idea, young Ceth, but a bow is neither so energetic, nor... painful,” her lips curved in a firm smile, as she stepped toward the young man, and bent just enough to offer him a hand and arm to get back up - she wasn't going to ask him if he was okay... such a thing was rarely helpful, “Let me help you up; do you think you can stand?”

She was stronger than she looked, if not.