The open pages. (OPEN/Kermit)

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Argon spoke words that partly encouraged Gharassk,
"You know, I never thought about this, but maybe I could have a Padawan someday. Not now, of course. I'm too young, I don't know enough. But sometime in the future, maybe..."

That's good, The order always needs more teachers.

Gharassk couldn't help but think he had somehow made Argon come to the dissection, along with that of joining the blades.

Of coarse Gharassk couldn't help but think what he would have turned out like if he still had a master.

He knew he had gone through what some masters would never go through already but would things be better for him right now?

He didn't really want to know, but things had a way of popping up into ones mind.

So what was your master like? a good teacher no doubt, if you're a Knight at such a young age.

[kermit]

"Well, she was quite friendly. Her name was Ashlea. She was always compassionate, giving as much as she took. She was my role model as well as master. But, after she was done training me, she left the order for a more humble life. I heard she became a charity worker on Chandrila."

Argon had many fond memories of Ashlea. Then he renembered something.

He took a small, wooden ball out of his pocket and showed it to Gharassk.

"For my Trial of Flesh, I had to learn to give up my master. She gave me this ball. I carry it wherever I go."

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

"Well, she was quite friendly. Her name was Ashlea. She was always compassionate, giving as much as she took. She was my role model as well as master. But, after she was done training me, she left the order for a more humble life. I heard she became a charity worker on Chandrila. For my Trial of Flesh, I had to learn to give up my master. She gave me this ball. I carry it wherever I go."

Gharassk looked at the ball, that meant so much to the Jedi.
I see, i wish i had such fond memories of my old master.

Gharassk was ready to answer any questions that might be asked by the Argon about his old master, Or the conversation might take a whole new direction Gharassk didn't know, but he knew it would be ready to talk, he very much needed to talk to someone more then read books.

[kermit]

"I'm starting to like you, Gharassk. You a good kid."

Argon patted the Torgruta on the back.

"What was your old master like? I'd like to hear about him."

This will be interesting...

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

"I'm starting to like you, Gharassk. You're a good kid."
Gharassk smiled at the slightly older man.
Thank you.

"What was your old master like? I'd like to hear about him."

Gharassk sighed a bit, than began.

Well he was a good master for several years.

But the council started noticing strange changes in his attitude, so they warned me to be on guard and report on him.

In the long run he fell to the dark side due to his lust for power as many Jedi who have fallen in years past have done.

Remember the story i just told you about why I'm being disciplined by the council, that was the second time he's tried to kill me.

Thanks to the Weapons master Teer Ka we've captured him, and now i don't know what is to become of him.

Any way, he wasn't the best example of a Jedi master, but i do miss who he was, now he's just consumed by evil and darkness.

[kermit]

"I see... I never understood why good people turn to the dark side. It's like water turning into wood. It just doesn't make sense."

There were lot of things Argon didn't know, but people turning to the dark side made him most curious.

What does the dark side offer...?

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

"I see... I never understood why good people turn to the dark side. It's like water turning into wood. It just doesn't make sense."

Gharassk almost tensed up, shutting the two holo book,
It's not something worth pondering or finding out, They think it brings power, but it doesn't, I've seen a man changed by the dark side, he was so...different. Nothing to gain.

Gharassk didn't say it in a way to sound mad, but with enough force to get his point across.

Gharassk felt different after his former master had been defeated, he know felt as if he NEEDED a master, yet it seemed hard to find one in these times.

Gharassk sighed,

Needless to say, I'm looking for a master.