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Tython, Jedi Temple

Seron couldn't dismiss the biology of the Force. He knew that Force-sensitivity was correlated with, and sometimes attributed to, a high count of internal organisms, known as midichlorians, that were found in a Force-sensitive's blood. They were microscopic lifeforms that lived in cells. Now that Seron was aware that he was a Force-sensitive... That meant he had midichlorians in his his blood.

It was a few minutes of walking in silence, traveling down hallways, climbing up staircases and taking a lift, before Seron and Master Joelk reached the masters' quarters. Presumably, she had a private room here. Jedi were supposed to rise above such things as personal belongings and possessions, but the more prestigious one became, the more relaxed this rule seemed to become for them. And Seron still didn't fully understand the value of a lightsaber, yet.

"These are the private chambers, ma'am," Seron said flatly. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to see more of the temple before you rest?"

Seron shifted on his feet uneasily. He didn't think Master Joelk wanted anything more from him this night, and he was sure she'd rudely dismiss him for offering, but he couldn't not offer, either. He waited for her negative reply.

Point Nadir

At this point, Lea was ready to strangle the idiot on the floor. Did he have any brains left in that boulder he called a head? If he wanted to behave like a little girl, then she would return the favor.

"If you don't shut up right now little girl, then you wont have any legs to worry about. Now suck it up and grow a pair so we can both get out of here alive." And if he refused, well she had ways of forcing him to listen.

Tython, Jedi Temple


Sam noted the tone that Seron spoke with after their mutual silence, but ignored it.

"The temple will still be here once I've rested." She replied, studying the hall and each of the doors separately. It was strange seeing them so similar to those of the Temple on Coruscant and even the design on Ossus, but so different as well. They carried nothing of the safety and serenity that she remembered. Where has my home gone? She wondered idly, then hesitated.

Confusion riddled her face as her brows furrowed, wondering if there were chambers here for her already or it she had to arrange them herself. Ronyo wasn't here to ask and, briefly, she regretted parting so coldly. As much as she disliked it, Seron was here and the only one she had to ask. Awkwardly, uncomfortable with her own ignorance, she turned to him. "Is there... are there... chambers set aside for guests, or..." Frustration rose to irritation as she struggled to form the question, unsure of anything in this new place.

Naboo.


The boy watched the graceful fingers of the lead musician from across the room, notes caressed from the Nubian lutes by skilled fingers, and let it drown out the monotonous procession of the political dinner around him. None of his father's colleagues or competition opted to engage him in conversation and he didn't seek it. Too much wine to numb the boredom and not enough stimulation left him forgetting to even pretend that he was pleased to be there, sulking behind silken dark locks and wrinkling his finely tailored dress suit with a slouch.

It was far more interesting to watch the musicians. Their hands, their instruments, their lips... but in the end he always looked away. He had never been one to look without touching.

When he looked away this time he caught sight of someone he know, someone he knew well. One of few people who's kindness to Orion despite his 'difficulties' (the kind and politically correct way to refer to his refusal to study anything his instructors considered to be practical) wasn't feigned. When he saw her he couldn't look away, not after seeing the flush on her cheeks and the desperate look in her eyes wishing she could be anywhere else but here.

"I always believed you were a good girl, Liesa. Are you looking for something in the bottom of those flutes - something I can help you find?" He teased, having made his way to stand behind her seat and then slip into the empty one adjacent to her. If there was at least one person here that wanted to be elsewhere as badly as he did then he was glad it was her.

Naboo.


"Only if you know where to put them." Orion countered with a grin, "Fortunately, it so happens that I have some experience in the matter." The boy slipped his hand into Liesa's with the sound of a musical jingle, the shiny, bright keys to their salvation held in his other hand.

"Care to count how long we'll go unmissed?" He asked, already ready to rise and depart. For one who had not even wanted to attend, Orion had began the dinner ready to leave it. There was a large hearth at his home that he had an itch to light, and far better wines that he wanted to drink. Not to mention the small matter of running away from home that he had been wanting to discuss with his best friend.

Naboo.


Orion returned Liesa's smile with a grin of his own, following after her and slipping out from the dining hall unseen. Even after they were away from the noise and the people, the boy still held the blonde's hand. "I can't imagine why you would want to miss that proposal," He said, laughter in his violet eyes, "With their eldest soon to be wed it would be only natural that your parents will soon look to you. I wonder what sort of match they'll try to make... maybe Duncan the Dullard, or Hairy Harri?"

"Maybe," He continued, pulling her to him for a dance, "We should beat them to the punch and elope together, you and I! It would be the pairing of the year, I'm sure."

Tython/ Ronyo's old campsite

It had taken them the full time Ronyo had foreseen in reaching their destination. Ronyo now stood next to a small lake with a waterfall providing continues fresh water and several small streams that carried the run off. This was where Ronyo had done much of his training while on Tython and it still held the energy from his time. All the bloody knuckles, torn feet, cuts, bruises, and pains had been more than worth it and with as much blood as Ronyo drop on the ground he felt now as much a part of Tython as Omega did.

It was about that time Omega made his appearance on top of the water fall in full view with the morning sun just behind him. Ronyo knew the wolf had planned the majestic appearance and gave his friend a raised eyebrow and a sigh. Ronyo turned to his new Padawan and looked her over for a bit and then reached into his robes and produced two holocrons. He placed them both on a rock on the edge of the lake and took a breath.

"Alright my young Padawan this is where things ramp up a bit. You will be getting the pleasure of being taught not just by me but by those who trained me as well. You won't received all the training just yet but in time these holocrons may open up to you as they did me. Before we begin please remove any excess clothing that may restrict you. Just your pants and under tunic should be enough, no over tunic, no boots, no socks, no anything else. You can put them by the rocks and Omega will make sure they don't move."

Ronyo smiled as he turned his back in case the young woman had to do any kind of rearranging of clothing. It would be best if she was as comfortable as she could make herself before they began the training for her own sake. After sometime, and on the Padawan's call, Ronyo turned back and smiled at the girl. He first turned on the smaller of the two holocrons. From the ancient storage device came the hologram of a small alien with long ears and had a cane in its hand. The alien looked at Ronyo and bowed as it smiled and chuckled a bit.

"This is my new Padawan, Anya. I will be taking her through a few of the lesson you all taught me."

"I see, anxious I sense her to be...feelings of pride and confidence yes. Master Tey you will be starting with?"

"Yes, I figured I would let Master Tey have her fun before we get down to the big stuff," Ronyo turned to Anya and waved to the small alien hologram, "This is the Master who helped me the most during my time on Tython. If you must give him a title just call him Master and that will be enough. When you are not working or eating you will be meditating to regain your energy. Sleep takes too much time and does not help your connection with the force. You will be using a technique that the next master will help teach as well called, reverie."

Ronyo knew his Padawan likely had questions but right now was not the time for mental exercise but physical. Ronyo moved to the second holocron and waved a hand over it just as he had done to the first one. This time a Togruta female appeared with stern eyes and a cold stare that could have brought fear into Sith apprentice. She looked at Ronyo and gave a grin and a bow and looked him over with a almost approving stare.

"I see leadership has not softened you up any, that's good I would hate to have to thought all my teachings were for not," The hologram looked over to Anya and raised an eyebrow like one might look at an odd animal, "And who is this pathetic little runt?"

"This is my new Padawan, and your new student Master Tey," Ronyo saw the hologram give him a look that showed she was not pleased as Ronyo waved to the hologram for Anya, "This is Master Ranna Tey, and she will be doing everything she can to make you pass out, throw up, and feel every muscle and fiber of your body ache."

"Oh you do know how to say the nicest things Storm, so can I do whatever I want?"

"Just remember she is a Padawan Master Tey," Ronyo took a seat next to the smaller alien hologram and looked to Anya, "May the force be with you my Padawan."

"Alright you poor excuse for a Padawan, now I'm going to try and turn that sorry form of yours into something that can be of some use, however I'm no miracle worker. Behind me is a mountain you can no doubt see, you will run...and I mean run, no walking fast and no jogging, to that mountain and back. If you make it back alive we will start the real work out."