Two blades - one long and one short (solo thread)

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: Ossus - Jedi Academy

It was first light and this was Corvus’ favourite time of the day. The gardens were peaceful and she had just finished her ritual hour of meditation.

As the pink rays of the sun poked through the trees, Corvus looked down at Elara’s shoto in her hand. She was sitting in the Meditation Pavilion and couldn’t focus. She glanced up and saw the falcon sitting in a nearby tree staring at her. It was Elara’s falcon, a regular reminder of that fateful day when Balaya took the Padawan from these very grounds.

She lifted the shoto to catch the light, the handle glowing pink in the sun’s rays. She had never used it since that day. Yet it had saved her life in dealing with Balaya’s Force Whip. As she mused this fact, she was reminded of meeting the Sith Lord on Zeltros and struggling to deal with the weapon with her saber.

As ever, her mind turned to her studies. A lot had been written about shotos and their use. As much as they were practical for those of diminutive stature, they had at least one other useful purpose - they had been used by Jedi who wished to battle Sith who liked to use a Force Whip as they countered the advantage that the Light Whip had: the ability to go in more than one direction.

Perhaps this simple reminder of a past failing might yet turn into a plan of action?

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus strode towards the hangar that was attached to the Ossus Academy. She paid the hawk no heed, even though it followed her throughout the journey. At times she looked out for the bird, as if the pain of the memory of Elara was in some way cathartic. Other times she couldn't bear to look at the bird - it simply gave her the creeps - as if it were watching her with some sort of evil purpose.

On her way out to the Meditation Pavillion she'd met no-one. Her early morning runs part of her Teräs Käsi training were invariably solitary affairs. But her return journey saw her pass numerous Jedi. Most were meditating or training but a few, like her, believed in physical exercise in addition to their Force training.

So she nodded and smiled depending on how well she knew the Jedi in question. With no possessions, she had no reason to return to her bunk (she had yet to move into the office and rectory offered Masters at the Academy). Everything she had was on the ship she had been assigned - at least everything she needed. All she needed to decide was where to go.

Rhen Var? Corellia? No - there was somewhere better...

 

[Corvus Raaf]

As Corvus walked she was aware that the sky darkened considerably. Looking up she saw a few black clouds scuttling quickly across the morning sky. They promised a short sharp shower.

Immediately she took off her robe and folded it neatly by the side of the path. Drawing a training saber, she adopted the Center of Being stance and connected to the Force - waiting patiently for the first drop of rain. It was a practice ritual she'd read about a short while ago. For all of the terrible things he did, Darth Bane was an interesting study - and his nightly ritual was one she'd found particularly useful to copy.

Allowing the Force to guide her, she sensed each and every drop that threatened to touch her skin. The blade was a blur of light, such was the speed she generated in intercepting the rain-water. The sound of the saber slicing through the air was regularly interspersed by the hiss of water as it evaporated. And a few minutes later the cloud had passed. Her forehead was slick with sweat but not one drop of rain had made it through her defenses.

Nodding to herself she pulled her robe back on and set off once more for the hangar and 'Raven.'

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus reached the hangar and prepped the ship for take-off. Receiving final clearance she set a course for Tatooine.

She dug out some candles and ball-bearings and used the time in hyperspace to perform her daily ritual of Faalo’s Cadences. And given the time available she was able to perform both the fourth and the fifth cadence. Six hours later she completed the exercises and grabbed something to eat before showering and changing.

Once the ship had exited hyperspace she set a course for Anchorhead. If she were to build her own koto, a slightly self-indulgent pilgrimage seemed in order. She wanted the place to be special and where better than where the ‘old hermit’ lived in exile.

And she remembered the words from his journal as if she'd read them only yesterday (which of course she had)...

It feels so strange, being here, at this place and in this circumstance. Years ago, we removed one child from Tatooine, thinking him to be the galaxy's greatest hope. Now I have returned one - with the same goal in mind. I hope it goes better this time. Because the path to this moment has been filled with pain. For the whole galaxy, for my friends - and for me.

Yes, this would be a fitting place indeed.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: Anchorhead – Junix's Joint

Corvus looked at the green-skinned bartender. Obviously not the same one but what were the odds that the same bar had a Duros serving on the day she decided to walk in? She almost expected an argument to break out about droids stealing.

But there was a drunk at the bar and it was Corvus’ hand that stopped him hitting the floor (with a small amount of Force to help her – he was a big boy alright).

“Careful, there,” she found herself saying.

Bleary-eyed, the drunk looked up the arm and into the hooded face of his rescuer. Violet eyes looked back at him. “I don't know you,” the drunk said.

“Yes,” Corvus responded, helping the old farmer back onto the stool. Why are people always ask questions in the negative? It makes accurate answers confusing. Then she moved a few paces away to get the bartender's attention. “I need some directions,” she said. “And a bit of blue milk, if you have it.” What had Connor got her into?

Corvus waited for the bartender to respond when she sensed them. Several young humans entering through the arched doorway, cursing and laughing. She knew what to do – to walk away from the troublemakers. Let the local law deal with this. Yes?

One of them shoved past her and grabbed a bottle from behind the bar. By way of compensation, he paid the Duros with an obscene gesture.

Her fellow hooligans had moved on to a helpless victim: another Duros – no doubt the bartender's wife. Catching the startled woman with a pile of empties on her tray, mugs flew in all directions. At least there was no Wookiee nearby.

It was then that she sensed the green-skinned, long-snouted Rodians. Closing her eyes momentarily she searched for more information. If they weren’t henchmen for a local Hutt they were darn good impersonators. One moment it was a bit of pushing and shoving, the next their table was upended, the Rodians reaching for their guns. Would they shoot first? History would probably re-write the scene anyway.

“No blasters!” The Duros screamed as customers rushed to leave the dimly lit bar. Funny how what you want and what happens rarely coincide. The young ruffians, who had clearly forgotten they were sporting pistols took this as a reminder and as one grabbed their sidearms.

Corvus placed the drunk behind a nearby table and did what was necessary. A blaster shot struck the ceiling. Corvus had borrowed the so uncivilised weapon and fired once at the light-globe suspended overhead. A second later, Junix's Joint was in darkness.

But not silence. There were blaster shots. Shattered glass. And then there was the strange humming sound. And then, for those that dared to look the silhouette of the hooded woman, lit by a wash of violet light – and stray blaster bolts ricocheting harmlessly into the wall. Dark figures surged forward but they fell away, screaming, as Corvus advanced.

Once silence fell, the woman reappeared at the drunk's side. “Excuse me. Do you know the way to the old Lars homestead? I’m a bit of a tourist you see.”

This pilgrimage was rapidly turning into a homage…

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus stepped outside and hired an eopie. Perhas she was taking this homage thing too far? A speeder looked a lot more comfortable from the ground and felt a lot better from the saddle. But for this to work, it had to be authentic.

She made her way to where the old Lars homestead would have been. There was now a small museum, coffee shop, gift store and fast-food drive-thru. Figuring negotiating the eopie and ordering fries would be a little too much, she settled for a swig from her canteen and headed on.

She stared at the wilderness in front of her. Like the man whose steps she was following in, she could actually feel time moving differently - to the rhythm of the desert. But at least she had far fewer regrets to keep her company. And at least she wasn’t coming here to hide.

And so to protect her from the heat – not from the memories of Elara – she raised her hood and kicked the eopie into travelling out towards what she hoped was not a fool’s errand.

 

[Writer]

Aaralyn could sense [member="Corvus Raaf"] from a star-system away it seemed. The bond between a Master and a Padawan was similar to one of a mother and a child, although that would be awkward in the case of [member="Shaw McKeller"] and herself considering the massive age gap in the opposite direction. She knew the direction Corvus was headed, well beyond the simple fact that she had intercepted the micro-transmissions that her Padawan had sent and some things Corvus always had a hard time keeping a secret from Aaralyn.

It wasn't meant to disappoint, but to guide her old Padawan.

She had made her successful, but failed her in so many ways. The twin suns of Tatooine were setting in the distance and the warmth of the day would begin to drain away from the air and leave a musky feeling lingering about. As the stars began to fill the skies, so did the cries of the Tusken Raiders, but the Master never worried about the one time Apprentice. She kept her focus on concealing her Force presence from Corvus, more so to ensure she was able to surprise and make the younger woman understand - She wasn't out of it yet.

Aaralyn could feel that Corvus was close enough and the objects she set up around the perimeter would ensure that she would not be disturbed should any of the Raiders or wild beasts get a hankering for human flesh. It would be a peaceful night under the stars and moon of the Tatooine sky out in the Dune Sea.

Peace...

She chuckled softly as she adjusted poles on the half-shell tent and thought to herself.

Sometimes peace seems like a silly notion Aara, especially since Dad is gone.

She groaned softly and dismissed the negative emotion of guilt away with a simple wave of her hand. She couldn't dwell on things she was not able to control and it wasn't as if he was dead. It was a curious thing as to what happened to all his personal effects and belongings, she did care for some things to have memories of him close by. Since the incident on Serrapin, she remained really close and attached to the Elder Rekali and now he was gone.

She'd have to ask one of the Mandalorian Elders, or maybe even Skye.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

A cloth-bound youngling ran up and bleated a message from the watch. The Tusken listened with rising anger. There was someone riding an animal through the dunes.

The others hearing the warning took up their weapons right away. But their leader bade them stay whilst he went to investigate and punish the intruder. And if they argued the point, someone would lose a limb.

This kill would belong to him.

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The young girl yanked on the reins and the dewback crawled over the rocky outcrop. He was over it in a few seconds. Another spur and he was off again, scuttling across the floor of the dusty valley. Sure, her land-speeder would have been faster, but her brothers had borrowed it. And besides, this was more fun.

Three mighty girth straps went around the dewback's midsection, securing the saddle. But those only worked well if the dewback sat still for the fitting, and this mount rarely did. The resultant loose straps had caused the saddle to start sliding off its back to the right. Suddenly the girl was hanging over the animal's side, desperately clinging to the reins. With every futile attempt to climb back atop the mount, the girl was driving him crazier. He wouldn't stop until he'd shaken her off.

They topped a rise and vanished. The eastern reaches were prone to sinkholes, but this place was a geologic minefield. Favoured by creatures so horrific they nearly defied description – sarlaccs. Big underground appetites that preyed on anything foolish enough to wander along. Monsters that could swallow a landspeeder whole, but were often impossible to see until they had you.

And the dewback and its rider were running straight into the place.

The girl thought she saw a Tusken Raider, peering at her from over a far distant dune. A moment later she facing the ground, and sure she was hallucinating. Too much adrenaline. The girl's voice cracked as she yelled into the wind. “Stop! Stop!” her sobs punctuated by every bump.

And the visions continued as a second image appeared just at the edge of her peripheral vision. For a split second, she thought it was the imagined Tusken. But jerking her head backward for a moment, she saw the reality was more unbelievable. Another rider was traversing the rocks, angling in from the southeast. A figure clad in brown, racing at a diagonal to catch up with them. Running at full tilt – on an eopie?

Yes – an eopie. A fraction the size of the dewback, four-legged and tan. An eopie could sprint, but its legs were no match for those of the dewback. And yet the hooded figure guided it quickly along, with no more effort than one would exhibit driving a speeder-bike.

The rider couldn't possibly catch up to them, but she was certainly trying. Not all desert brigands were Tuskens, she knew – but a smart scavenger wouldn't chase anyone down in this terrain. They would wait for the girl to break her neck.

And then she heard the woman’s voice in her head. “Hold on!”

The eopie nimbly danced along the edges of the sandpits, making no more imprint with its hooves than if it had been riderless. The woman - close enough now that the girl could make she was human and not much older than her as the flapping-hooded rider guided the creature expertly, approaching her without seeming regard for her own safety.

A second later the stranger was alongside the deranged reptilian. The girl looked ahead at the tortured terrain, worse than anything behind. The dewback’s massive hind feet might punch through the crusty sand and catch anywhere. When she looked back, she could tell the mystery rider saw the danger too.

But less than a breath separated the eopie and the dewback now - and a long arm reached from the billowing cloak to grab her.

The eopie couldn’t cope with carrying a second passenger and in its desperation, it's rear foot struck a hole. Both riders went somersaulting forward. She saw light as the twin suns flashed before her eyes. And then, nothing.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

“Mom!” The girl opened her eyes and swiftly shut them again. “I can't see.”

“Wait,” Corvus said, brushing the grains of sand from the girl's eyelashes. “Try now.”

She tried again. She saw a young face with piercing violet eyes stained by saddle grease hovering over her, lit from above by the high suns. She tried to speak, but her voice cracked. “You ... you-“

“You’re going to be all right,” Corvus said.

It was the rider from before. Her hood was removed, now. She had long dark hair and wore Jedi robes.

“You've taken a nasty spill,” Corvus added.

“You might be on to something,” the girl said, coughing.

Corvus smiled. An understated smile that spoke of genuine concern and relief that the girl was alright. “You're in one piece,” she said. “You'll be picking sand out of your clothes for a while, but nothing appears broken.” Corvus produced a canteen from the folds of her cloak. Corvus lifted the girl's head gently so she could take a drink. The girl drank desperately, half realizing that seventeen years of teachings about strangers in the desert were vanishing in an instant.

“I was afraid we'd run into a sarlacc,” the girl said.

“A healthy fear to have.” Corvus responded. “Now let’s get you back before your parents start to worry.”

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Scratching the eopie's neck, Corvus encouraged it to kick on. She wanted to reach the The Pika Oasis before nightfall – it was only a short journey from there to her destination, and the Tusken Raiders were always a threat at dusk. Home of the best – and apparently only store there – Dannar's Claim. Assuming it hadn’t been bought out by some global conglomerate.

#​

She reflected on the store she’d seen. She’d looked for a while at the map on the wall. The shop-keeper had assumed she’d wanted to buy it – and pointed out that this wasn’t a library. If she wanted to know directions, she should buy it. But she was not seeking the way. She was looking for one thing in particular. The mesa named Ben. Would history have sounded so grounded if it had been named Roderick?

She brought her mind back to the here and now and stared off into the distance. Towards the Xelric Draw, where Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon landed the ship from Naboo all those years ago.

She was due south of that, up against the northern wall of the highlands - the Jundland Wastes. She’d covered maybe a hundred kilometres in total.

As she scoured her horizon she spotted it. The house. Definitely in worse shape than when the Jawas picked the place over before Obi-Wan arrived. She set off in a combination of anticipation and excitement. She checked the Force but found no signatures and no obvious threats. In fact, the lack of Tuskens was almost a surprise.

#​

As the twin suns finally set, she arrived at the ruins that were once a homestead. Now she heard the distant cries of the Tusken Raiders – carrying over the desert, but none were close enough to warrant her attention for now.

This was kind of how she imagined it – but something was missing. She didn’t know what it was but she felt incomplete. A pilgrimage for the dead was one thing but she had to admit, at times, she missed the living. There was [member="Kana Truden"] of course, her ever-present friend. She’d been away so long now, she missed her company.

And of course her Master. Still her Master. [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]. The one who could make her go all sentimental with two simple words – My Padawan. Her rock. The one who guided her without even knowing. Whose teachings she now shared with Padawans of her own. Whose approval – even if implicit – she considered when making decisions.

It was then that she saw the tent, previously hidden by the ruins. There was no Force aura, so perhaps someone just travelling through? A fellow tourist? Either way, her recent thoughts meant that Corvus did not want to be alone. Not tonight of all nights. Tomorrow, her shoto. Tonight, some company.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus hesitated as she approached the tent. How do you approach someone in the middle of the desert without alarming them? She suspected her mount had made enough noise to make sure she wasn't sneaking up on someone, so she decided on the straightforward approach.

She walked slowly but quite noisily around the half-shell tent, a friendly smile on her face, wondering who she'd meet.

The moment she saw the occupant of the tent, three thoughts flashed through her mind in very quick succession. How did she know I'd be here? How did she hide her Force presence from me? And (as it was Corvus) can she teach me that?

But more important than any of these thoughts was a single, salty tear that started to trickle down her cheek, closely followed by many more. Unless she was dreaming, this had just turned into the best day in her entire life.

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

Aaralyn shifted her gaze from the sand to the woman who she felt slowly approach her and then stand beside her. She could feel the piercing gaze of disbelief, relief and overwhelming joy all wrapped into one. Aaralyn let off a soft, polite chuckle as she looked back down to the sand. "Hello my still very young Padawan who has managed to grow so quick..." She slowly stood to her full height and turned to [member="Corvus Raaf"], opening her hands out to her for a moment before slapping them against her thighs.

"Let's have a look at you, hmm?" She mused as she gave her a once over, she examined her from head to toe and noticed her tears and like any friend, sister or someone with a bond to another...she quickly embraced her. "Oh don't do that..." She said softly, wrapping her arms around the form of Corvus, leaning back for a moment to bring a gloved hand across her cheek to brush away the tears. "Can't have the Shield and the Sword looking like a pair of babies can we?" She mused through watery eyes of her own.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus was not used to being hugged. She left home aged four to join the Order and since then could count on the fingers of one hand how many times she'd been hugged since - and she'd still have five digits left over.

But this was different. This was her Master. She allowed the physical contact and even appreciated it. Rubbing her cheeks with the cuff of her robes, she finally settled down. "How did you...why did you..." She took a deep breath and then exhaled. "More importantly, how are you and where have you been? I've missed you so much."

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

[SIZE=9pt]"I don't think that matters kiddo..."[/SIZE] [SIZE=9pt]She laughed and motioned to a small cushion underneath the half-shell. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]"If things get really bad, I have the ship just over the ridge..."[/SIZE] [SIZE=9pt]She shrugged softly and took a seat on her own cushion infront of the fire. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]"Although Rowdy is watching it and to be honest, I sometimes wonder if finding that droid was a curse..."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She chuckled softly and gestured to [member="Corvus Raaf"]. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]"I missed you as well, and I've heard you've done a great many things in my absence. So you wanna tell me about it?"[/SIZE]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus knew her Master well enough to know when to gush with more questions and when to take the first answer as the truth. Sometimes things were best left unspoken, or found a better way to surface than a direct approach.

So she grabbed a pillow and sat cross-legged on the ground. She took a deep breath. She was no longer a raw Padawan but a Master of the Jedi Order. So why did she feel so excited when her Master spoke to her? It was like they were back on Ossus first time around. But she was a Master herself now, and although she knew that much if not all of what she was about to say was already known, she knew it was worth repeating from her own perspective.

Now calmed, she began. “The best place to pick up from is just before you put me forward to become a Knight. I came across a Sith hideout under the Ossus Academy. There were these Padawan rings their spies used to identify each other with. Anyway, I followed the trail to a ship and there was a Sith Lord there. Balaya, Darth Praelior. I managed to escape with my life but another Padawan was taken.”

“I felt guilty, as if I had let the other Padawan down. We met that day but I was on my way to Rhen Var, so we couldn’t speak properly. There I found my second saber crystal.” She opened her lightsaber to show her Master the Solari crystal as well as the one she’d kept from her time on Corellia. “They were both orange but when I made my saber, they turned violet. I still do not know why.”

“And I had a vision. My former Master hadn’t died in a storm; he’d been killed by a Sith Lord. A traitor amongst the Corellian Jedi. But on Rhen Var I’d foolishly put the ring on – it kept falling out of my pocket. It was infused with Sith magic. When I arrived at the Jedi Enclave at Coronet City I was not myself. I disarmed the Sith and even though he was helpless, I would have killed him were it not for this.” She pointed to the Solari crystal. “It only works for those that are truly Light-sided. It cut out and I could not deliver the killing blow.”

“I meditated and came to understand it was the ring that had affected me. I…I have never told another living soul about this." She stared at the ground. "I am ashamed I came so close to the Dark-side. It is a constant reminder for me to be vigilant.”

“Since then my time has been mostly spent with Padawans – even at the neglect of my own training, Master.” She looked sheepishly at Aaralyn. “I am endeavouring to turn that around. My new role at the Academy means I cannot spend as much one to one time with Padawans and will work with larger groups instead. But there are a couple of Padawans that remind me of…” Her eyes glazed momentarily. “You know. How it was. Is.”

“And I have a few scars to show now. What with jumping out of windows, crashing ships, fighting voxyn and Sith Lords,” she touched the scar that run in a line under her bottom lip, “I have at least the appearance of a Jedi Guardian.”

“And I feel..different. The girl you first met. I was what, sixteen? I sense I am becoming a woman. And that frightens me a lot more than Sithspawn, believe me. I can recite the Code backwards and answer any question on Jedi Lore. But nothing in life has taught me to know the difference between being a girl and a woman. Am I making sense?”

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

Aaralyn listened intently to Corvus as she spoke, the younger woman listing her trials and adventures - what she felt were failures and accomplishments. She could only smile as she thought back to when Corvus was an eager Padawan, always asking questions and constantly hammering her to teach her something new, before she had even finished learning something. A soft chuckle would escape her lips as she stared into the flames, watching them lash out into the air, as if they were attempting to fight away the cold that felt as if it were settling in.


"Looking like a Jedi doesn't make one a Jedi." She mused and gestured towards [member="Corvus Raaf"]. "Scars and battlewounds, a Jedi they do not make." She would laugh and pick up a metal rod that was used to poke the fire. She examined it to ensure it wasn't hot before she poked Corvus in the side. "Judge me by my scars do you?" Another cheap laugh before she turned her attention to the fire and shifted the wood within around, causing embers to fly up into the sky.


"Master Yoda taught me a great many things." She said softly. "Wars and battles don't make you any better than the Jedi standing next to you..." She shrugged and pulled out the molten hot poker and set it down beside her again, into the sand. Her elbows would come to rest upon her knees, arms dangling infront of her before they clasped together. "Can you look at yourself and know you're doing what you are supposed to do as a Jedi?"

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus hung on Aaralyn’s every word - some things never change. And her Master doing Yoda impressions always got a laugh from the Corellian. It was one of her first memories of Master Rekali, likening herself to the diminutive GrandMaster. Back then it was all she could do not to laugh out loud. Nowadays she didn't try to suppress the chuckles. Why couldn't life be as simple as this? Why couldn’t she turn the clock back and do it all again?

But that was not a Jedi talking. That was the girl inside that was trying to ignore the woman that now sat before her Master.

And then came the tough questions that she loved and loathed in equal measures. Never easy ones like quantum physics or the date of a Jedi battle. But instead one that made her look at herself.

“I do not claim to be a special Jedi, and certainly not a perfect one. I follow the Code as best I can, I observe the pillars and the tenets and every night, before I go to sleep I remember the words of Surenit Kli’qiy. I ask myself if there is truth between my heart and the Force. And so far I have been able to go sleep peacefully.”

“What is your perspective of me as a Jedi? Where can I improve?”

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

“My perspective of you as a Jedi hasn’t changed since they made you a Knight, Corvus.” She smiled softly and brought a hand up to rest upon the shoulder of her former Padawan. “You are a very wise and very powerful for someone so young.” She chuckled and lowered her hand into her lap. “You have much to learn, as do we all but you must have patience.”

She thought back for a moment to [member="Corvus Raaf"] mentioning tenets, pillars and text from Jedi teachings, to which she sighed roughly. “Corvus, you can memorize every book and every teaching from every scholar in the Order.” She looked to the fire before her.

“But that won’t define you as an individual or as a Jedi, nor should it.” She motioned. “This fire for example, stays within the confines of these rocks – because it cannot grow outside them…” She gestured towards the rocks that were containing the fire to a small area. “If we remove the rocks, the fire could spread if it had say – temptation or desire…” She moved a rock, and flames would attempt to spread to the area of sand, only to fizzle out to soft glowing embers. “See, they die because they have nothing to fuel them, but that’s beside the point.”

She moved the rock back into place and gestured again to the flames. “This fire burns brightly because it has what it needs within the boundaries it is given to burn brightly, it needs nothing else to grow, does this make sense?”

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus shook her head. More often than not the learning happened later. That was often the best way to learn. Sometimes it took a day, a week or even months but one day her Master's words of wisdom would resonate.

And this felt like one of those occasions. "I am a simple person. I follow the Code and try to keep it simple. I do not know how to define myself. I have always...conformed. I have always been what people want me to be. As a Youngling I was a risk-taker, full of adventure. I was told to be more studious, so I became studious."

She looked Aaralyn in the eyes. "I just want to be the best Jedi I can be."

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully and in the morning they went their separate ways. But the bonus for Corvus, who originally planned to make her shoto out here in the wilderness was that her Master was able to share the location of the cave that Luke Skywalker used to create his own saber.

And the plans Corvus had for her saber were also based on the notes that Obi-Wan gave to Luke, who in turn shared them with his New Jedi Order.

So corralling Ben the eopie, she bid Aaralyn goodbye and headed off to find the cave.