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Sentas struggled with which name to present but decides that candidacy would be her best bet though she cut her introduction short of divulging much information.

"My name is Sentas Vel." She bowed her head slightly towards each of the masters.

Connor walked for a long time in silence. He was afraid that if he spoke that he would never stop. His fingers popped as his thumb nervously squeezed them. He followed his new master humbly, hoping that she might speak and break the horrible, visceral silence. It was very odd, in a way, that he had waited so long for this moment only to be struck by the ignorance of what to do next. He inhaled slowly and spoke at last in a voice softer that he had used in almost 10 years. "So... Now what do we do, Master?"

Master. the word somehow had new meaning. Liberator, Savior, Wonderful and Holly Being. He wanted to call her all of these things, but Master would have to do. Master. He Repeated the word in his head a thousand times.

The young man stood watching the some of the other Jedi Trainee's.He wore a long black close fitting robe over his tunic which touched the floor like most jedi robes.His face was vague almost resysmbling anger but more stern as if awaiting a superior officer's scolding.His hair spiked up in towards the middle like something imbetween a mohawk and fohawk and his blue eyes stared past some of the others.The young man waited till it seemed no one else was preparing to speak."Soren Prios"

Alarra saw the glance from the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she would nod in return to Sentas, the opal sheen of her blue-green eyes as well as the wealth of braids flashing their respective colors. Robes were disdained by the tall girl who preferred being able to move with a speed and swiftness that would benefit her. Her stance had moved to the customary kneeling position, legs spread slightly while pressing her toes to the floor and leaving her hands on her knees while resting the majority of her weight upon her heels. It certainly looked painful.

But as Sentas looked away, so too did Alarra, her brow drawn together. Frosty and detached seemed to emphasize the blond's emotions, but then, any who had known her as she was growing up would perhaps also know of the girl's unfortunate childhood. Such a thing did not get left behind with ease, if indeed it left at all. Her back was straight and she listened as Sentas spoke.

Brows flexing slightly in mild scrutiny, she would press one long and slender finger to her mouth. More like a beauty girl, Alarra would look, if she wore paints and creams on her face. But she simply watched and listened and learned, hopeful that she would perhaps one day be finally chosen to have a master of her own, to learn all that she could. There were children younger then her who had already been selected as padawans, or so some murmured in the mess hall.

Anger stabbed at her briefly, but she took it in and cooled it, gently extinguishing the flames of her temper which was rather notorious. She would be chosen, one day, by someone who would help her grow in her powers. Yes, she would, she must, otherwise, her life would have no meaning, right? Shoving the bleak thoughts down into the dark pits of her mind, the would-be padawan simply decided to remain silent and to listen, to watch and observe, for there was nothing else that she could do at the moment.

Sentas stood at parade rest and closed her eyes, a difficult task. She tried to reach out and though she could feel the force she felt as if she couldn't grab it. She focused on herself even more and tried to forget the others in the room. She felt like a small child reaching out to touch a small furry animal. It felt like the tips of her fingers brushed it and she smiled.

Soren remained standing not to rebel against the Master's advice but it was more to his liking to stand.His arms were crossed over his chest and his head tilted down with his eyes closed.The young man was able to clear his head easily due the training at the military academies.Yet having and clear mind wasn't everything even with the faint feeling of a cool breeze.

Soren's sences slowly ascended beyond sound or smell as he focused on feeling.He focused on reaching out with his mind using the force and was able to sence the others.The few closest to him he could feel and make out as individuals but the rest were somewhat of a blur.He'd always struggled with this and soon withdrew himself.Then he reached out again but this time to to necessarly feel but to try and make small waves somewhat on the idea of sound waves.The wave he sent wouldn't disturb the others but a similar wave would bounce back and return to him.Hapan's were accustem to the bright lights from Hapan space.Thus when they left many had trouble seeing in parts of the dark galaxy.Some were basically blind while others could see well enough and better once they spent enough time in the dark.He had been able to adjust but still his sight was that of a regular humanoid and not of a jedi or force sensitive.So after coming to terms with his weakness he turned it into a advantage or less of a weakness.After being placed with a Blind Jedi he learned how to see using sound,smell,feel,and thought through the force.The young man hadn't master the ability but was able to use it better then any of his peers that he knew.

After some time he no longer used the waves or listened to the echo's that were made.Through the force he could completely make out the room and the living beings in it.The force radiated off all of them and helped him reach out so far so quickly.The feeling was getting the hairs on his arms and back stand up as the force flowed through him.The best way he could describ it was almost a cold feeling like having cool water flow down and over one refreshing them and giving energy back....

[Ashley Kay]

Ashley stood and watched as each student was working on their own stage of training. Another body found it's way into the door step, it was Ciran Shian the last padawan to Master Yelon. Ashley made her way over to him as the others continued their training. She had never met Ciran before now but being friends with Master Yelon before his death she did know of him. Well, you must be Ciran; you Master spoke very well of you. I heard of Master Yelon death i'm sorry; how are you doing?