Private The Scoundrel, and the Relic

[Iston Voronwe]

Raja

"The Force is all things and I am the Force" She finished, looking back at her master with bright red eyes. "Where does this come from? Where did you learn it?" She asked, very curiously.

Iston listened to his young padawan speak the creed she would live her life out by — nostalgia creeping over Istons amber eyes as they glossed and now in his vision he saw his master, Iston a young, promising and head strong youngling— freshly chosen to be a Padawan... he was regurgitating the Jedi creed. He then saw himself as a young man, shrouded in darkness. Thirsty for power, seeking to fill a void that swallowed him daily — he pursued the Sith Creed then. Only by living on both sides was it then ‘she’ spoke clarity to Iston. Knowing that he most likely wasn’t the only one that the force had given this revelation too, he looked at Raja, his hand once again stroking his grey beard, snapping out of his momentary lapse of good manners. “Ashla led me to this conclusion. Notice in it, I speak of passion to create, but peace to guide that found passion. We are beings that are meant to feel Raja, not introvert. The Jedi have there creed, the Sith theirs... I have lived and carried out both.” He paused, pushing past his doubts, his fear and bringing them to the light. “The Force Brigadier, Darth Occula, The Grey Pilgrim.... I have lived a long life Raja, full of many mistakes, hurts, but also wonderful blessings and lasting friendships that I cherish. My aim, is not to make you perfect, but to mold an imperfect creation.... into something unique, and whole.” He grunted as he stood, his body rigid as he stood to his full height, facing the opposite direction. “My goal, is for you to use me, and learn from my life’s greatest failures... and greatest accomplishments — so that in this you may obtain what you desire, and that you one day, can give to someone as I to you.” He turned, his usual smile as he held his hand out, offering to help Raja up. “Now, how about we have a little fun?” A mischievous tone now in the old mans voice, his eyebrow raising slightly.

 

[Raja]

Raja nodded as he spoke of Alsha. Though she still wasn't sure the history behind the figure, she could feel the presence he spoke of. Almost like the mother's love she had never known, but even softer, gentler. As he spoke of his history, Raja frowned- still not able to picture the old man hurting anyone. However, the sadness and uneasiness that reverberated off of him when the topic was brought up was very strong. Raja pulled her mind back from the force slightly, trying not to be overwhelmed by the emotions of her master.

When he rose, she followed suit, eager to see what was next. She picked up on the sound of mischief in his voice, and her smile came back, brighter than ever.

"I'm always ready for a little fun!" She said excitedly.

Her mind swirled with anticipation. The conversation they had was a deep and meaningful one, and Raja knew she would remember this first day, always. However, the excitement from the previous night returned as she thought of the usual Jedi training. The weapons, the forms, the tricks of the force... she was hungry to learn it all. She looked to her Iston, anxiously awaiting his next move.

 

[Iston Voronwe]

Raja

He smirked, a dulcet tone ringing through the garden as his right hand held a beautiful silver bell, which he then proceeded into tying to his waist — his grin faded back into a more business like tone as he turned, hopping from stone to stone till he stood a few stones away from Raja. “The lesson will commence now young one —“ He paused as his hand moved one of the stray strands of silver that as his hair floated around his eyes, it quiet, the wind hand stopped “... Retrieve the bell from me — using any means necessary Raja...” His tone would possibly take her back — did he mean to imply using violent force? It would be a spilt second after the words would fire from his mouth when a pressure would be felt, his eyes gleaming slightly as he drew upon the force, the water become disturbed as the garden grew grey and almost disturbed.

Iston had no intention of hurting her — but he had to know could she fight, did she loose temper easy under pressure — what was her core defect when pushed. Iston would get it out of his Padawan — he chuckled however to himself — this was definitely an exercise the council wouldn’t necessarily approve of — but he was determined to mold, shape — and that meant at times breaking down the material.

His hand came up, eyes unfaltering, face devoid of emotion — the force gathered, and a mild repulse would come from his hand, headed straight for Raja.