Meditations (open)

[Vaner Talos]

Under the skylines of Coruscant, in the Courtyard of the Jedi Temple, there sat a Jedi Knight. Vaner Talos was his name and he was there to meditate. He was there to commune with the Force, ever the binding element of life that brings everything together. Vaner stood in the Courtyard, with his eyes closed as his cloak covered his hood completely. A peaceful look was etched on his featured as he simply stood there under the night sky. It seemed clear that night; a good sign of the fair weather in the ever busy planet. Vaner simply stood beneath the starry night, topped with the view of speeders passing by. It seemed empty that night; not unlike the times in which Padawans and Initiates run through it, sharpening their skills with a Vibroblade or training lightsaber.

No matter what political events that went on outside of the Temple, there was always the Courtyard to bring peace. It seemed almost offensive that Vaner did not step into that area as much as he’d like; what with his time being spent in the Training section and the Jedi Archives. But there was something relaxing about standing there. Keeping quiet and calm, Vaner simply stood as he felt everything. He felt like he was being one with things; like he could stretch out and interact, a feat made possible by Vaner’s skills in the Force. The Force was his ally, and Vaner was its servant. Vaner wielded the Will of the Force at his disposal. As he kept still, Vaner’s lightsaber floated out of its holster, out of his robes and just floated in front of him. It was just there, floating in front of Vaner as the Jedi kept quiet and still.

Being still, Vaner could see the lightsaber in his mind. He could feel the lightsaber in his mind. It felt familiar, as did most of his telekinetic exercises during his life. Opening his eyes, he watched as the lightsaber floated to him. From inside his cloak, a hand came out and reached for the lightsaber; only to place it back in its holster where it belonged. Looking up, Vaner noticed how beautiful the night was. It just seemed right to stand there and contemplate about things. It seemed fitting. But for now, he simply stood there and watched the night sky.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Gharassk Ran Wondered the halls of the Jedi temple Passing the food court where he first met Vance, and Anahid, After that he latter passed the meditation rooms where he first met Teer and re-met Anahid again.

The stone Flore was cold on Gharassk Bare Feet, Being a Togruta he did not like Foot Ware much, but his feet would get to cold without them tonight, so he continued on to his room.

Along the way his mind worked Hard, a dilemma was at his door step, Without a master He had learned so much: Healing, Saber, Diplomacy, and more but the knowledge was no good without a master to hone his skills.

He needed a master, the council was final on that, however, no master in the whole order that he had met any way, had a fair knowledge on all the aspects he had been teaching himself.

He found himself at his rooms door, he punched the bottom and it slid open, Gharassk stepped in and collected his Grey boots and Grey outer robes then slid them over his light blue tunic, then left with saber on belt and door closed behind him.

He let out a sigh making his way to the garden so he could meditate on his choice that lie ahead. Once he arrived however another Jedi was at the edge of the court yard his saber hovering for an instant then slid back, Gharassk noticed how his movement where not normal when he placed it back, he slid it into something instead of clipping it onto the belt,
A... Holster?... He thought to himself.
That was more odd then the normal clip though it would be easy-er than a clip Gharassk thought.

The breeze picked up a bit and Gharassk Pulled his hood up and onto his head he felt warmer right away.

Gharassk noticed how calm the night was, more calm than most nights,
Is it a Holiday? Gharassk Tried to remember as many of them as he could: Life Day,... his mind was blank to the rest.

Gharassk felt his former master try and reach him again, this was the fourth time this week, every time with a temptation about the Dark Side,
Gharassk Was tired of them But only one was about helping him....
Rodia, Also the reason he can't sleep tonight.

"You Do want to help those troops they wont live much longer...
But you also know the council wont permit you to g...."

Gharassk Cut him off with a slight growl then calmed his nerves not letting his mind open to his former master.

He stepped to the walls edge and looked down onto the city with a sigh and though it better than to speak right now even to this curios Jedi....
Where will i find a suitable master? Gharassk mumbled....

[Fromikeable]

Vance had awoken that day with a cold sweat and sharp gasp of air. As he sat up and gained his senses, his dream still impressed into his mind in the vague way that dreams do after they run their course. As it was, Vance couldn't remember much; just something about a broken promise, and Shon-tul. The only image he could remember was the lightsaber he wielded. Beyond that, the dream had floated beyond the realm of memory.

After a moment, Vance wiped the sweat off of his face and dressed himself. He had dozed off after going through his morning and checking out a datapad from the Archives. He had taken it back to his room to read in silence, and it seemed the silence had engulfed him. Vance stood up and tried to remember what pad he had taken...

"The Galactic Index of ... Aquatic Creatures," I think.

Vance shrugged and fixed his robes. Before he departed, he grabbed his saber; the apparent source of his poor dreaming. A broken promise... Vance remembered the defensive pledge he had made to Shon-tul when he had received the weapon, and how he had broken that pledge a few times lately. He hadn't thought of it at the time, what with the nutjobs trying to kill him and his colleagues at the time, but even still, a broken pledge was broken, even if by the swing of a just hammer. Even worse was that as the padawan stood and remembered how aggressive he had been lately, it almost seemed like he was disregarding both himself, and his former master.

I need to make my own weapon soon... this one... this one teaches me nothing.

Solemn, Vance strapped the eery yet familiar lightsaber to his waist before departing. His first intention was to inspect the day on the balconies, but the dream still bothered the padawan. Such a sign shouldn't be ignored. His mind made up, Vance advanced to the gardens, hoping to find his favorite rock to meditate on.

What Vance found, however, was quite different. As he entered the sun-blanketed boutique, the padawan found two others: a Jedi older than himself he didn't recognize, and none other than Gharassk Ran, his fellow padawan. Vance paused for a moment. Should I say hello? I'm guessing he came here to meditate too.

Deciding to let his friend in the peace he himself sought, Vance instead directed himself to a small patch of lush grass under a young tree; a comfy spot in the shade. Placing himself cross legged on the spot with as little noise as he could, the padawan closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and searched for answers to his questions in the vast Force.