Post by kokash on Aug 28, 2012 16:02:00 GMT -5
Deenar stood in front of the door to his class. He had a big pack with M.C. POWER written on it. It contained a sacred root, Krakana meat, bottle of water and map of Coral City. A hunting knife was hanging on the Mon Cal’s belt, along with a Wookiee scalp, so everyone would know who was a true Jedi there. Sheriff‘s beaters brought him to the class, because the other Younglings were all afraid of him, while the Jedi Masters were bowing in front of him, thinking he was a son of some powerful Sith Lord, visiting the Jedi Temple.
The first two hour in class went well, the first incident happened during the main break. The Younglings started eating water, while Deenar lighted a fire in the back of the class, baking the Krakana meat. Some Younglings were staring at him utterly amazed, so he let them taste it. „It’s not the freshest.“ said Dežo Mezasrátoš, a human male. „Still better than your tubercular banthas, you moulded monkey!“ said Deenar, yanked the steak out of the human’s hands an let it circulate among his classmates. Suddenly, a large human in brown robes and a halo over his head entered the class. The Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. „I smell that somebody is baking a Krakana meat here.“ „Come in and try it, Sheriff.“ Deenar invited him.
The Younglings froze and the Grandmaster’s face turned red. „How dare you, you sea trash,“ he yelled, „Don’t you know how to behave in the Temple? Do you even know the Jedi Code? Immediately extinguish the fire and get ready for the next class! I’ll be finished with the ones like you soon, you cannot beat me. I can rip out an oak with it’s roots by my bare hands.“ After saying that, he broke his own lightsaber in half as a proof of his strength, and left the class. Deenar didn’t want any trouble, so he put out the fire with a well aimed spit. The break was over.
„What will be boring us now?“ asked Deenar his fellow Younglings. Before he could catch an answer, a female Master entered the class. Although she was a human, the proportions of her body have reminded Deenar of Whaladons. She mummled something to greet the Younglings, but in a language Deenar couldn’t understand, which was odd, as he knew both Basic and Mon Calamarian. „Open your books.“ she said in Mando’a. Deenar was sitting there like a stone, as he naturally didn’t have any book. The other Younglings were reading in turns for a while. The Mon Cal was crouching as much as he could, he even tried pouring the bottle of water on his head as a traditional Mon Calamarian way of camouflage. Unfurtunately, it didn’t help, because he suddenly heard a bleating voice. „Deenar Ica will read the next passage.“ she said in Mando‘a. The class was completely silent.
„Why aren’t you reading, boy? Because you don’t have the book. Why, why. Explain. I will thell the Grandmaster that Deenar Ica is sabotaging my lessons.“ she shrieked in Mando’a again. Deenar felt embarassed, because he didn’t understand anything except his name. The Master walked up to him and Deenar could smell a jetpack fuel from her breath as she stooped down. „Well,“ she said, finally in a normal language, „Where is your book, brat? How am I supposed to teach you a superior language when you don’t have the book?!“ „Just you wait,“ she fluently switched back into Mando’a, „I will show you what does it mean to be a true Mandalorian Jedi!“
Deenar finally understood she was angry because of the absence of the Mando’a course book. He felt it was necessary to explain what happened to it. „I have sacrificed the book as an offering to the great Gods of Sea, so I could become a great Jedi!“ The Master grabbed his desk and slowly slid to the ground. Deenar became the hero of the day.
The first two hour in class went well, the first incident happened during the main break. The Younglings started eating water, while Deenar lighted a fire in the back of the class, baking the Krakana meat. Some Younglings were staring at him utterly amazed, so he let them taste it. „It’s not the freshest.“ said Dežo Mezasrátoš, a human male. „Still better than your tubercular banthas, you moulded monkey!“ said Deenar, yanked the steak out of the human’s hands an let it circulate among his classmates. Suddenly, a large human in brown robes and a halo over his head entered the class. The Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. „I smell that somebody is baking a Krakana meat here.“ „Come in and try it, Sheriff.“ Deenar invited him.
The Younglings froze and the Grandmaster’s face turned red. „How dare you, you sea trash,“ he yelled, „Don’t you know how to behave in the Temple? Do you even know the Jedi Code? Immediately extinguish the fire and get ready for the next class! I’ll be finished with the ones like you soon, you cannot beat me. I can rip out an oak with it’s roots by my bare hands.“ After saying that, he broke his own lightsaber in half as a proof of his strength, and left the class. Deenar didn’t want any trouble, so he put out the fire with a well aimed spit. The break was over.
„What will be boring us now?“ asked Deenar his fellow Younglings. Before he could catch an answer, a female Master entered the class. Although she was a human, the proportions of her body have reminded Deenar of Whaladons. She mummled something to greet the Younglings, but in a language Deenar couldn’t understand, which was odd, as he knew both Basic and Mon Calamarian. „Open your books.“ she said in Mando’a. Deenar was sitting there like a stone, as he naturally didn’t have any book. The other Younglings were reading in turns for a while. The Mon Cal was crouching as much as he could, he even tried pouring the bottle of water on his head as a traditional Mon Calamarian way of camouflage. Unfurtunately, it didn’t help, because he suddenly heard a bleating voice. „Deenar Ica will read the next passage.“ she said in Mando‘a. The class was completely silent.
„Why aren’t you reading, boy? Because you don’t have the book. Why, why. Explain. I will thell the Grandmaster that Deenar Ica is sabotaging my lessons.“ she shrieked in Mando’a again. Deenar felt embarassed, because he didn’t understand anything except his name. The Master walked up to him and Deenar could smell a jetpack fuel from her breath as she stooped down. „Well,“ she said, finally in a normal language, „Where is your book, brat? How am I supposed to teach you a superior language when you don’t have the book?!“ „Just you wait,“ she fluently switched back into Mando’a, „I will show you what does it mean to be a true Mandalorian Jedi!“
Deenar finally understood she was angry because of the absence of the Mando’a course book. He felt it was necessary to explain what happened to it. „I have sacrificed the book as an offering to the great Gods of Sea, so I could become a great Jedi!“ The Master grabbed his desk and slowly slid to the ground. Deenar became the hero of the day.