The Voiceless
T R A I N I N G- G R O U N D S
S I L V E R- J E D I- O R D E R
S I L V E R- J E D I- O R D E R
She hadn't wanted to take another Padawan. She really didn't. And yet here Sakadi was. After weeks of guiding the young girl through meditations and the code, she could call it official. Taliya Kassel, the young girl with an artificial Force connection, was her third Padawan.
Her chest rose as she inhaled the fresh air of Kashyyyk through her nose. Her great advantage in training the third, was knowing where she had failed before. Now the trick was to not repeat her mistakes and improve on her methods.
Well, perhaps improve wasn't the right word.
Her training methods could still be summarized as vague and dangerous. Like the time she had sent Wyyyschokk spiders after a group of Youngling to familiarize them with the beast control techniques. Naturally, the instructors weren't pleased. But Sakadi believed that connecting to the Force under pressure was perhaps the most valuable lesson to learn early on. Cas and Mi'la, her former Padawans, could both attest to that. Both had brazenly challenged the Sith, and were now scarred for life. She wouldn't let that happen again.
The fields just outside of the Temple accommodated for all kinds of athletic, acrobatic and stamina-based training. Grass had stopped growing there after being downtrodden a time too many. On rainy days, that meant mud. In any other case, dried soil and dirt. Today, however, a sizeable portion of the training field was filled with sticks and wooden sparring blades, sticking out of the dirt like pins from a pincushion. It had taken the High Councillor some time to plant the blades - not a bad sacrifice considering the importance of this session. She had left some open spaces between the blades, and had set some far enough apart to form a path.
And the path led straight to her.
Sakadi waited in the middle, where she sat with her legs folded, one blade laying in the dirt before her. Her outfit was different than usual. Less regal, with a sleeveless brown tunic and her white hair tied in a ponytail. While she sat silently like a statue, her eyes spoke volumes.
This was not the kind of session one walked away from without injury.
Taliya Kassell
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