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The Jedi Master quickly scanned the newest guest with her dark eyes. She smiled, partly in salutation but also because he reminded her of the individuality of each student that had entered that day.

"Welcome." Sva'La, The togruta female greeted the new arrival. "I am Sva'La, the Jedi Master."

"And I am Char Langui, the Sith Master" Her human counterpart said as he introduced himself with a thump of his wooden cane. " On your transcript we understand that you would like to follow the Jedi path. Do you have any questions before you make your final decision?"

Tu had been thinking on his decision for quite a long while, he had seen some of his peers come and go choosing their own paths. He saw new faces pop in and he noticed them although they would not be able to tell with the glazed over look he had in his eyes. His father said not to take the decision lightly, he mulled over the choice for a long while before finally speaking up. "Uhm, excuse me, I think I know what I wanna be now. I wanna be a Jedi." Tu said finally feeling that the path his father had taken would also be the best for himself, he felt pretty confident in this decision.

Skimion was pushed into the room and Kotatsu followed, robes billowing out and looking out of breath. She looked around and saw that few people remained. Blushing madly, she patted Skimion's head absently and left, crimson with embarrassment. Skimion rolled his eyes. Who got lost on the way to such an important meeting? And she was supposed to be his mentor. He looked around the room and saw that he had missed several things that had probably been important. Well, the point of the meeting was to decide, right? To choose a path, something out of everyone's hands but his own. Kotatsu had explained this to the best of her ability, which was not very good at all, but Skimion had gotten the gist of it. He had been thinking. He knew what Kotatsu was hoping he'd choose, rather feebly. Jedi. He bit his lip. What kid wouldn't want to be a jedi? You heard stories about the Sith...

But maybe he wasn't suited to be a Jedi. Sometimes he found himself thinking, sometimes when he wanted something, that he should just reach out and grab it, that it was ludicrously simple, that he could have whatever he wanted if he could jsut wrestle it away from everyone else. And in the end, back at home he couldn't even stand up to the boys who had ended up robbing people for food and goods when things became so bad at home that they barely had a meal a day.

But he did stand up. Just once, when a stranger came to pick him up and whisk him to a new destiny because the Force was strong within him.

He shook his head. He might as well let someone know he'd arrived. "Um, excuse me?" he said hesitantly. "I'm sorry I'm late, we got lost..."

Skimion nodded gratefully for the acknowledgement and explanation. "Ah, I don't think it was miscommunication so much as my sponsor being forgetful..." He felt embarrassed on her behalf, he had only known her a short while yet it seemed she was so hopeless all the time. "My sponsor and I have already decided that I will be here on my own while she waits outside for me." In her defense, he added "It was my suggestion this be so, I would rather not be pressured to choose my sponsor's own alignment and possibly choose wrongly." He took a breath and thought for a moment before posing his first question. "So if you don't mind me asking..." he said cautiously "What traits do you two think makes a good representative of your alignment?"

Skimion nodded slowly. Okay. Afraid of offending the two elders in the room, he refrained from sitting down to think, but instead quietly took stock of himself. Which could he see himself joining? He thought of the Jedi and it seemed they had to be endlessly patient, wise, and kind. Could he really live up to that? He would doubt himself every day. He was usually less noticable in a group, too. But more often than not he was the voice of reason, and the children on his home planet usually found his logic fairly sound... He knew how to lead fairly, but not how to take charge. He was not very patient, he knew that, but he wasn't very energetic either. But he was athletic and would have liked to think himself dedicated. Passion, though, he wasn't sure of. He certainly felt the drive to defend what he thought was correct. "Jedi..." he said "How does the Jedi moral code work? And the Sith?"

Skimion looked down. Well... The Jedi life sounded right, but hard. And the Sith way sounded exciting, like a life lived on the edge, but also a bit dark and frightening, like you would be walking along the edge of a narrow precipice and trying not to fall. He shuffled his feet. He had to do what he thought was right. "If I try and fail, what will become of me?" he said quietly.

A new batch of younglings had arrived at the temple that morning, and were due in the council room any moment. Char Langui and Sva-la sat on the floor in the center of the council room, meditating as they awaited the arrival of the children.