Faction Welcome to the Temple! | TJO (Invite only)

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Oryn Selvar Daxin Veyr Del Mirah
OOC: Anyone else may ask me for an invite if you would like to join as an Initiate/paddy mentor or a new Padawan. The goal will be to check how we all vibe and see who to assign as Dormmates.

Zaiya practically bounced the last few steps into the hall, her presence arriving before she did in a soft shimmer of shifting colors from teal and gold in joyful excitement.

"Oh! You're here!!" the Lovalla beamed, clasping her hands together as if she might actually start clapping and had to restrain herself.

The Jedi Knight tried very hard to stand still, but couldn't help the slight tiny bounce on the tippy toes of her boots, her colorful hair giving a gentle sway as the magenta, teal, and cobalt blue strands brushed along her shoulders.

"Hi! Hello! Welcome to the Jedi Temple -- this is where the everything starts." Her grin widened, eyes bright with unmistakable delight. "Which is very exciting and only a little overwhelming, but that's okay, because that's where I come in."

She placed a hand over her chest with a small, proud lift of her chin.

"I'm Zaiya! Jedi Knight Zaiya Ceti -- and I get to be your orientation guide and Initiate Mentor until you are assigned a Master or placed in the Service Corps." She revealed, giving a delighted little joyful clap as the Empath studied each and everyone one of the Padawan's aura through the Force, trying to see how the Force painted them on its canvas.

That was what the Lovalla was able to do. See the bonds and how emotions and auras colored an individual and the Force around her.

"So-o if you're confused, or nervous, or accidentally wander into a room you weren't supposed to be in…" she leaned in slightly, lowering her voice in playful conspiracy, "…that last one happens more than you'd think…"

She straightened again, rocking back on the balls of her feet as the glow over her mottled spots shifted into a calm, reassuring blue.

"I've got you!"

The Lovalla then panned a quick glance across the group, taking each of them in.

"First rule of being here?" Zaiya added with a wide, bright smile. "You don't have to have it all figured out. None of us did when we started."

A second passed, and she added with the utmost seriousness.

"…also second rule is don't eat mystery snacks from the training rooms, but we'll get to that later."

 

[Del Mirah]

Tags: Zaiya Ceti | Daxin Veyr | Oryn Selvar

Del shifted her weight, gripping her datapad. The transition from Initiate to Padawan had been a long time coming, especially since she had joined the Order later than most. Back home, her peers understood her drive, but here, her focus was often mistaken for abrasiveness. Other students whispered that no Master would take on someone so rigid. Del ignored them. She had moved into the Padawan dormitories with an organized efficiency, viewing this new beginning as a chance to prove her worth through sheer competence.

She hadn't expected their orientation to be led by a woman who looked like a spilled palette of watercolors. Del watched Knight Ceti with growing skepticism, her brow furrowing as the Lovalla bounced on her toes. The sheer amount of energy radiating from the woman was distracting. Del glanced around the group, spotting Daxin, a broody Zeltron she'd met recently, and a Nautolan whose name escaped her. Most of the other Padawans seemed charmed, but Del felt only a mounting sense of disorder.

When Zaiya mentioned the Service Corps, Del's jaw tightened. Failure wasn't an option. She wasn't here to become a glorified gardener or a technician for the Corps, she was here to be a Jedi. To achieve that, she needed structure, not whimsical anecdotes about mystery snacks. The lack of a formal syllabus for this meeting was already grating on her nerves.

Del clicked her stylus and raised her hand, her posture straight as a vibroblade. She didn't wait to be called on for long.

"Those don't sound like actual rules," Del said, her voice crisp and devoid of the Knight's airy playfulness. "Could you please inform us of the official mandates and temple protocols? I'd prefer the standing regulations over made-up ones, if you don't mind."

She poised her stylus over the screen, waiting for something quantifiable to record. If she was going to navigate this new life, she needed a map, not a pep talk.