The Search for a Teacher (Open)

[Elando]

Another dawn on Coruscant, another day locked away in the temple. Fredrick walked through the corridors as the light danced in from the high windows. The temple felt alot less like it had when he had first arrived. What was once his first true home, his first glimpse of the greatness he could achieve, was now just a prison to him.

He had grown irritant and testy in the time since the death of Master Kilgrim. He longed for adventure, excitement, anything that would break the monotony of spending another month as an unwanted padawan, left to skulk the halls of the temple while others were off exploring the galaxy.

Granted, he wasn't totally "unwanted". He could pick up the odd lesson or meditation session here and there with any of the Masters not currently away on a mission or off teaching their own padawans but it just wasn't the same. Most of his time was spent reading the vast archives in a thirst for the immense knowledge which had been unimaginable on the tiny spec of farmland on the backwater planet of Naboo that he had once called home.

But the archives and solitary meditation could only take him so far. While the padawans he had trained alongside while under Master Kilgrims watchful eye were well on their way to undertaking the trials he was going nowhere fast, learning only what he could from the limited training sessions that were run by any Master or Knight who had the time.

And there was little else to do. All offworld travel was prohibited for padawans unless accompanied by a higher ranking Jedi, as was any travel around Coruscant itself. Besides, the streets of Coruscant were too dangerous, even for a Jedi. With the ever looming threat of the Sith growing ever closer the council had taken steps to assure that as few force sensitives as possible were seduced by the darkside.

Fredrick paced down the corridor, starring at the ground, deep in thought, allowing his feet and the will of the force alone to guide his steps. Maybe today would be the day that one of the Masters would return and he would finally be free to continue his training...

((As you can guess, I'm looking for a Master to take Fredrick on. Please read his Bio if you're interested.))

[Duros]

Duros breathed in slowly, his breath was almost non-existent now as he sat with his legs crossed within his small room in the Jedi Temple. He could sense the entire Jedi Temple from here, at a shorter range he felt the force as a shining light. As if he was standing on the plains of Dantooine with its single sun beating down upon him.

He saw thousands of strong lights within his mind of each of the Jedi within the temple, the strongest coming from each of the towers. However he extended his mind and connection to the force future and future, Until there where no lights. Instead here he felt the force as a huge river flowing peacefully along, but within this river he could feel the pulse of the Dark side.

The Sith Empires dark ambitions and advances which weighed heavily on the minds of all Jedi. Duros felt differently to most other Jedi who believed that the Sith Empire and in fact the Sith themselves could be destroyed; which may have been true, after all everything that has a beginning has an end. But the Universe has an opposite for everything and therefore the utter destruction of the Sith could only come about with the utter destruction of the Jedi...

Duros sighed heavily and let his mind wander back to the temple the bright lights of the Jedi soothing to his mind, but just before he was about to give up the days meditation and drop the few objects that where floating all around his room he noticed something within the temple. Not really a disturbance but something of slightly more interest to him than the other Jedi walking the halls, a young boy, who's connection with the force was stronger he felt than the others his age.

Duros opened his eyes and waved his hand across the room and felt the thud on the floor as he released the objects from the force and they fell back under gravities spell. Placing his heavy brown cloak back around his athletic figure Duros set off out of his room and down the Corridors.

With the force guiding him with he quickly came upon the Boy and he recognized him at once, it was Fredrick McNeal. It had been different circumstances in which the boy had been brought here and many in the Temple had heard about the councils decision to allow the boy to be trained. Duros had been among the majority of Jedi which had opposed this. After all the boy was too old to begin his training and that would pose problems for whichever Jedi took it upon himself to train him. But there was something about this boy, his strong connection with the force had brought Duros in front of him and now he wanted to know why.

Duros spoke in a rough voice, his medium length beard covering a small amount of the sound as he spoke. "Shouldn't you be training with your master boy?"

[Elando]

Fredrick looked up with a start. "Uh Master Dyas." Said Fredrick, almost bumping into the man. "I...I do not have a master." He replied to Duros' question. "I do not know if you knew him but my old master, Master Kilgrim, was slain at the hands of a sith warrior almost six months ago." Fredrick felt a slight pain in the pit of his stomach talking about his old master again. No one had confronted him about it for so long and he had just tried to block all thought of it out of his mind. Hopefuly it didn't show...

"The council still have yet to assign a new master to me. I've been at the temple for the past six months perfecting what Master Kilgrim taught me before his death..." Fredrick carried on. Suddenly there was a slight glimmer of hope that spread through Fredrick. "Master Dyas? Pardon me for asking but, do you have a padawan?"

[Duros]

Duros was almost taken back when Fredrick had called him "Master Dyas" he wasn't often referred to by his second name but it was a pleasant change. He recovered almost at once though. It saddened him to be reminded that Master Kilgrim had been slain by the Sith, he had known the man, not to well mind but he had known and trained with him in his younger years.

"We live in such dark days when our numbers are begin reduced by a most dangerous threat..." He lifted his left hand to his beard as he spoke smoothing it down slightly as if he was thinking. "Its understandable why the council hasn't assigned you a new master, the pre-text for your coming to the Jedi Temple was strange and they fear that under the wrong master your training will be difficult..."

Duros smiled under his beard slightly he saw the boys glimmer of hope, he knew the question he was going to ask before he even asked it and wasn't taken back when the boy didn't ask it directly.

"No Fredrick, I do not.... and I know what you would ask of me..."

Duros paused for a second, he hadn't yet taken a padawan, mainly because he had been busy with his own training. That was probably one of the reasons the council had not made him a Jedi Master. But despite that he felt something within the boy. He was strong with the force, but there was attachment still, perhaps fear, this boys future was uncertain...

"... I will take you as my Padawan Fredrick..." He said after another short pause dropping his hand down from his beard as he did. Then he waved his other hand to stop any kind of celebration that Fredrick may have started to undertake. "But do not celebrate yet, I have to plead to the council to let me train you and considering your history this may not be easy..."