Post by Otterling on Sept 17, 2012 4:14:14 GMT -5
Night had long since fallen but padawan Jaeden Dresden continued to stare up out through the large glass window before him. His eyes were trained on the sky but his thoughts were elsewhere. It had been a whole year since he’d heard anything of his master Cree. He could still remember vividly the day the Ongree had left. He’d told Jaeden to stay behind as his mission would be dangerous but there had been no word nor sign of him since. For the first few weeks, Jaeden had simply worried. After a few months, he’d begun begging other masters for news that might indicate where his master had gone. Finally, after half a year, he began to hear talk that Cree was lost. No one had heard from him in so long that most had written him off as fallen to some unknown force.
It had been decided after eight long months that his training could no longer be put off and Jaeden found himself half-heartedly going through the motions of saber practice, telekinetics, and telepathy. Meditation never came to him though as he couldn’t go more than a few minutes without wondering if his master was out there somewhere in dire need of his help. Other masters had been sent his way to see if they wanted to take him on but Jaeden hadn’t bothered trying to impress them. His master was coming back, he’d defiantly inform his teachers, but it became harder and harder to ignore the pitying looks and shaking heads that accompanied that statement. Now, after all this time, Jaeden was finally beginning to believe what he hoped in his heart wasn’t true. His master was never returning to him.
Many padawans had also faced this problem as the rumors of war escalated from hushed whispers to open discussion and Jedi who went out to battle never came home. Jaeden had just hoped against all odds that the being he’d come to respect most hadn’t been lost for good. As he stared up through the window though, his eyes seeking out the sky beyond the whizz of speeders and transport ships, he could feel the last of his hope slipping. Creemor had been the only master who had wanted him the first time around. What would happen to him if no one else decided to take him on for training? Jaeden’s heart sank. Would he end up in the Agri-corps anyway? It seemed terribly unfair after all he’d fought through to get this far but between his clumsy nature and the mark on his record from a fight just before his 12th birthday had left him unhopeful that he’d be chosen a second time.
He sighed against the glass, his breath fogging it for a moment before he thunked his head against it. He would probably get in trouble with the protocol droids for leaving a smudge on their glass with his forehead but he could think of worse things at that moment. He could feel the cold window vibrate every time a transport flew too close and he closed his eyes in an attempt to collect his thoughts. His concentration shattered however, when he felt the Force shift in the presence of a powerful master. Jaeden shot up from the window and rubbed at the smear with the sleeve of his tunic. He could live with the droids being unhappy with him but he’d rather not have to get reprimanded by a Jedi master. He groaned as his attempts to clean the window only resulted in his smearing the mark farther. Sensing the master drawing close, Jaeden gave up on his frantic wiping and simply opted for trying to calm his presence in the Force. Hopefully the Jedi would wander past him without a second glance.
It had been decided after eight long months that his training could no longer be put off and Jaeden found himself half-heartedly going through the motions of saber practice, telekinetics, and telepathy. Meditation never came to him though as he couldn’t go more than a few minutes without wondering if his master was out there somewhere in dire need of his help. Other masters had been sent his way to see if they wanted to take him on but Jaeden hadn’t bothered trying to impress them. His master was coming back, he’d defiantly inform his teachers, but it became harder and harder to ignore the pitying looks and shaking heads that accompanied that statement. Now, after all this time, Jaeden was finally beginning to believe what he hoped in his heart wasn’t true. His master was never returning to him.
Many padawans had also faced this problem as the rumors of war escalated from hushed whispers to open discussion and Jedi who went out to battle never came home. Jaeden had just hoped against all odds that the being he’d come to respect most hadn’t been lost for good. As he stared up through the window though, his eyes seeking out the sky beyond the whizz of speeders and transport ships, he could feel the last of his hope slipping. Creemor had been the only master who had wanted him the first time around. What would happen to him if no one else decided to take him on for training? Jaeden’s heart sank. Would he end up in the Agri-corps anyway? It seemed terribly unfair after all he’d fought through to get this far but between his clumsy nature and the mark on his record from a fight just before his 12th birthday had left him unhopeful that he’d be chosen a second time.
He sighed against the glass, his breath fogging it for a moment before he thunked his head against it. He would probably get in trouble with the protocol droids for leaving a smudge on their glass with his forehead but he could think of worse things at that moment. He could feel the cold window vibrate every time a transport flew too close and he closed his eyes in an attempt to collect his thoughts. His concentration shattered however, when he felt the Force shift in the presence of a powerful master. Jaeden shot up from the window and rubbed at the smear with the sleeve of his tunic. He could live with the droids being unhappy with him but he’d rather not have to get reprimanded by a Jedi master. He groaned as his attempts to clean the window only resulted in his smearing the mark farther. Sensing the master drawing close, Jaeden gave up on his frantic wiping and simply opted for trying to calm his presence in the Force. Hopefully the Jedi would wander past him without a second glance.