A Gathering of the Young

[Jenno]

(This is just a place for Younglings/Padawans to roleplay, away from the ever watchful eyes of the powerful and wise Jedi Masters)

The sun sat high upon the temple as it did most days, it hung there in the same place at the same time just as it did every other day of the year. On the lower layers of the smooth surface of the Jedi temple lay a few windows which would go unnoticed even if someone were to focus all of their sight onto it.

Next to this viewing position of the City sat a young blond haired boy, his half glazed eyes looking at the same scene he had witnessed yesterday, buildings, transport, Masters, younglings and the occasional star fighter. For those who had nothing to do but wait for a master, each day seemed the same, it was easy to loose track of hour, day and even week.

The young boy sighed, his hair shifted for a moment with the surprise of movement, before it moved back into it's fixed position. Varen's eyes snapped into focus as he looked around the room, preferring a small change of scenery than the insipid view that stretched outside of the temple.

He remembered the room well, and a smile set slowly onto his face as the memories sunk in, the time he'd spent here with his friends, messing around, planning some amusing prank, rarely practicing their Jedi skills. He sighed once again as the smile faded, a sense of nostalgia set in. Where were his friends now? Many had been sent to help the Republic in a path other than that of a Jedi Knight. But there had been a few of his friends who had been lucky, had managed to gain the respect of a master and they'd been accepted as padawans, they truly were the lucky ones. But then the question returned. Why, why was he still here? He was a year over the age to be shipped of to somewhere else. At first he'd been told he was special, different from the others. But if that were so, why had a master not accepted him?

After the thoughts had sunk in a little bit, he forced himself to clear his mind of such disheartening thoughts. This wasn't like him at all, he was usually spunky and boastful. Mind you, with no one around, what did he have to boast about?

Yet again a sigh scorched his lips, the past few weeks had been full of the long drawn out dispersion of air. He slouched back on his seat, he was utterly bored and as his eyes glazed over once again, the world outside moved on, much as it had before.

[niben]

Then, a young jedi walked into the room. "I haven't seen you around before. Who are you? My name is Scylla."

[The Darkness]

Frakk... Why has nobody taken me as their padawan already?... I should have been taken to another position by now... A librarian or something...

Gris rubbed his hair as he walked through the halls of the temple, he looked up for a while as he walked, stretching the muscles of his neck while he did it. He went on to search around the place, wandering aimlessly throughout the temple.

That was until he found this room, which he promptly entered, as he had lost sight of it in past walks. It probably was a meditation room of sorts, or a training room. But only two boys were in there, one of them was blonde and tall, probably around his own age. The other one was much younger than him, for what he could see around ten years old.

Gris simply moved slowly as the youngest one spoke, not wanting to interrupt him, but he rather preferred to wait until the blonde boy responded the black-haired kid's introduction. Then, he would just go and be outright social, as he always was, simply going to strike a conversation with these two other students.

[niben]

As Scylla finished his introduction, he turned around and said "Hello. Who are you? I've sensed you pass the entrance quite a few times." Scylla smiled. "I'm Scylla. Nice to meet you."

[niben]

Scylla tried to recall all of his previous classes. " I haven't seen you in any of my classes. Are you new here?"

[Fellheart]

(( Niben don't double post. Just edit the last one
))


Fellheart walked trough the temple a bit nervous. Waiting for Master Paine to report back to the council, the temple was quiet

"Hey!" He stopped a thought for a second. He had just passed trough a room with some younglings inside. He had not talked to other students in a long time. Gren must have been the last one he spoke to.

He entered the room and saw three younglings.
It felt a bit weird walking into a room of "Younglings" when he was far from the oldest one. By the look of it, he was the youngest one!

"Hi" he said walking past the one standing closest to the entrance
recognizing two of the students he smiled. "Whats going on?" He asked the room waiting for anyone of them to reply.

[niben]

"Hello. Nothings going on. I just got here along with him" Scylla pointed to Gris

[Jenno]

(One line... oh, how it hurts...)

[niben]

(lol im in the middle of 3 padawans i've never seen before, what do you expect from me?)

[projectsunfire]

((Um...how bout your thoughts? ))

[niben]

(Ok i'm trying to be social but im shy at the same time. that good enough for ya? lol)

[Jenno]

(No more just OOC comments please?)

Varen had felt him, felt all of them before he had smelt, heard or seen a trace of them. It was different now, ever since his friends had gone, the force had been all he had. And now it lay wrapped around him like a blanket, not only he, but the teachers at the temple had all been surprised by his rapid improvement over the last six months. It was a weird sensation, how the blanket still lay tied around his limbs, hugging them closely, yet at the same time it unfurled itself and spread down the corridors that surrounded him, allowing him to feel the movements, he'd never been able to it so well before. It just went to prove that some good had come of his friends leaving him.

But the other kid that had entered first seemed a bit quick off the mark to speak to everyone. Varen didn't even have that much of a chance to reply after turning around and standing up from his previous position. In a matter of moments the room had swept from a peaceful silence to the form of introductions which began traversing the airwaves.

The blond haired youngster looked between them all; the first to enter was slightly smaller than himself, as was the final force user to enter. The second person to enter looked, however, to be the same height as he was, but in his face, Varen could tell he was slightly older and the force, it spoke the same words to him as well. All of them seemed to possess dark hair, he wondered how if someone were to pass by, would he stand out against these others that were in the room.

But as the others looked at him, a smile sat snugly upon his face, it was warm but as always contained a hint of boastfulness, virtually all of his actions did. Varen couldn’t help it though, it was a part of who he was, some originality that he had amongst the other Jedi, he didn’t want to be like all of them, he wanted to seem more human than they ever did. After voicing this before, he’d been told by a few that perhaps this was not the future for him. But his old master had seen that in him, he taught Varen that showing a personalised side of himself was good but that he would be required to play a good ‘Jedi’ part.

He looked at the three before him again quickly, he wondered if they were just like every other Jedi youngling, studying hard, trying to be the greatest Jedi. For Varen though, too much work never inspired him, studying inside the temple didn’t compare at all to the few missions he’d had with his master. He wanted to look forward to such things again.

So the first one to arrive was called Scylla, Varen placed his hands behind his head and linked them together, resting his head on them. A few fluttering moments later, he spoke, his prepubescent voicing smashing into the airwaves and reaching the ears of the other three in the room. Fortunately, his voice wasn’t too high pitch, it didn’t cause any damage to the ear lobes of those in the rooms, it was far from annoying. It did contain an ounce of cockiness which it had contained for as long as he could remember, but it wasn’t as bad as it used to be.

“Hello there,” he said with his wide grin, his eyes were playfully bouncing between the occupants of the room, “it’s been a while since any body’s been in here besides me.” He spoke the truth, the room was never used by any of the other Jedi, it had been pretty much abandoned when he and his friends had found it. It had then become their ‘HQ’ as they liked to call it. “I’m Varen Kantuul,” he paused for a moment, this time his eyes hitting the people before him more sharply, trying to gain any valuable information from his eyes, “and who might you two be?” He gestured to the last two to arrive in the room, since he’d received Scylla’s name almost immediately he chose not to gesture to him. Varen stood there, smile still wide, waiting for his answers.

(Okay… didn’t expect to write this much for this thread :\)

[The Darkness]

"I'm Gris Arild, nice to meet you all" he said, mentioning all of the younglings in the room at once. He went to look at the other younglings, watching them carefully, but mostly locking his eyes with the blonde boy for a few seconds.

This sure is a different bunch...

He rubbed the back of his head, shaking his hair slightly. "So, guys... How did you all end up here?" he asked, out of simple necessity to make a conversation.

[niben]

Scylla look at Gris. "I just got bored. I started messing with the computer in my room and found a camera of this place. So I came here. I used to come here. I just never thought of it until just a little while ago. I had a few friends who came here before. I loved to come here. There weren't many people when i came here." Scylla said.

[Fellheart]

"My name is Fellheart" He replied, again to the room.

He kept watch over the others, they looked like they where up to something, but what did he know. It might just be a complete coincidence. Or maybe it was the force that had guided them here so that they may meet.

"How I ended up here, I don't really know. I am really just waiting for Master Paine to report back to the council about our last mission." He smiled for a second then he got a serious again.

"What might you be doing here?"

[niben]

((sorry for this. this takes place right before he came down to the hangar to leave for Alderaan))


Scylla looked at Fellheart, and then Gris, and then turned towards the door. "I need to go. Goodbye," he said. Scylla walked out the door.

[Jenno]

As his hands still sat firmly on the back of his head, the left corner of his mouth proceeded to rise, showing a now slightly disgruntled face, what had caused this feeling soon became apparent as he spoke. "How did I get here? Now that's a really long story, it goes years back. And at the moment," he said the smile spreading back across his face, "I don't know if I can be bothered to bore you with it."

His attention was caught by Scylla for a moment as the younger boy spoke and then quickly vacated the room. Varen watched him scurry away eagerly, he assumed that Scylla had in fact, not been a Youngling after all, since the boy had seemed distracted by some distant calling.

A few moments after the presumed Padawan has left, Varen looked back at the other two in front of him, his arms became relaxed and they fell down to his sides and he quickly pulled on the front of his robes to straighten them out before looking around the room, fuzzy memories of forgotten times filling his mind. Quickly his arms stopped tugging, the memories stopped coming and the boy's lips moved once again. "This place used to be where I came with all my friends as we bunked off studying unlike the rest of the other kids." His expression was vague now, as he gaped around at the room slowly, his mouth hanging loose in between his bouts of speaking. But he smiled faintly now, the memories bringing back emotion with it. "We preferred to just mess around, pull pranks or just spar, yea, this room was good for sparring."

His gaze fell down to the remaining Jedi in training in front of him. His normal smile returned, showing that he was now fully with them, not lost in memories. "The best thing is, not many of the more experienced Jedi come around this area so it's a relatively good area for..." he paused for a moment before a devilish look flashed across his face and eyes for a moment "things." His expression quickly reverted back to a smile. "So," he said, carrying on, "make sure you don't tell many people about this room, otherwise I'll start charging" he finished jokingly, yet the serious statement reaching them.

"So," he spoke once more, but decided to sit down on the seat he had been previously mid sentence. Having kicked it around to face them, he fell onto it, buttocks first, and lounged back on the comfortable cushion. He looked at them again, a bit more of the devilish look peeping through his facial expressions "welcome to the BOO." The nickname of the place brought back memories as he sat once more smiling at them. Awaiting the obvious question.

[Neology]

Janis moved down the long hallway at a brisk pace, booted footfalls breaking the silence despite the thick carpet’s efforts to silence them. The council had given the young knight an ultimatum – take a young boy, this ‘Varen’ as her padawan, and freed her of her other duties until she deemed the boy ready to accompany her. A frown manifested briefly on her face. Only four years had she been able to rightly call herself a Jedi knight. She did not think herself ready for such a task…but if the council thought she was ready, she would not question their wisdom. After all, Master Oloo had not been much older then she was now, so it was possible if not common to raise a padawan to knighthood from her relative amount of experience.

She was close now. She could hear the voices of several younglings, and one passed her in the hall without saying a word. The knight slowed, lingering, drawing on the force to bolster her resolve. Taking a deep breath, she crossed to the threshold and pressed in through the half-open door.

”Varen,” her eyes moved from face to face briefly, settling on the light haired boy. She smiled. ”My name is Janis. I need you to go to your room and pack your things. Meet me at the hanger in an hour’s time, alright?” Mentally, she frowned, wishing she could give the boy a little more time to say his goodbyes.

[Fellheart]

Fellheart had lost himself into Varens memories. in seconds time the youngling in front of him had taken Fellheart back into hes own memories, thinking of everything that happened since hes parents got killed. How the unknown Jedi knight had found and brought him before the council. He was four at that time, now he was eight. Four years of intense training, until he not long ago met Master Paine who took the task of training him to a Jedi knight. It seemed that if he was to reach knighthood in 20 years he would be come more power full than any student here. He was going to surpass the masters that sat on the council.

He smiled at Varen when suddenly he could hear a womans voice.
Turning around he found Master Janis standing in the entrance telling Varen to pack hes belongings and go to the hangar. Varen seemed to have gotten a master then. He was lucky to. Fellheart had heard of some of the work Janis had done. All though the only thing he could remember was that she had gotten into some huge fight on Nar Shaddaa, some mercenaries had been looking for trouble.

He bowed at Master Janis. As he straightened up he asked her a question. "Master Janis, you wouldn't happen to see Master Paine would you?"

[Jenno]

As Varen sat in his comfortable seat, he felt the force ripple, the blanket that sat across the air had been caused to ripple as someone walked into it, the power that pushed it was beyond Varen's, his force presence was knocked back and overwhelmed so easily, so controllably, he was shocked for a moment, but moreover, he was intrigued.

It didn't not take until the woman appeared before the three Jedi-in-training and she soon set her eyes on Varen, as if she somehow knew her target, even tough the young boy had no idea who she was, he couldn't even remembering feeling her presence before, let alone having seen her face, or having looked into those shining blue eyes that reminded him of his own.

As she quickly finished speaking, Varen's right eyebrow sat up high upon his face, the inquisitive look was clearly obvious. "Was this it?" he thought to himself, not letting a trace of his thoughts be heard. "Am I getting shipped out of here to go 'help the Republic by different needs'?". But how could he be he was still a few weeks off turning 13 years of age.

His features lowered from their normal uprooted position. There was no joyous smile, no beaming grin with which to blind all in sight. There was merely a boy, a boy who had a future in which he was severed from his dreams of grandeur as a Jedi. He wouldn't cry, he forced himself to hold back the emotion, what would hid old master have said? As he lowered himself slowly from the chair, he seemed to cling to it, as if clinging to the temple itself, along with all of those memories, it was his only tie to the dream that now, he thought, sat out of reach. And moments later, he was forced from that tie, as if ripped from it by the force.

He walked out of the room, before doing so he looked slowly to Fellheart and Gris, the down and depressed look left a trail of depression in the air, it was thick, chocking not only the two remaining trainees, but the room itself became overwhelmed with the thick, entangling air.

Bust soon, slowly, as the boy had left, the air began to settle and the aftermath was calm, slightly soothing in the silence as Varen went to his room to gather his things.

*skipping making a pointless thread which I would have posted in once*

Varen glanced away. Packing huh? This wouldn't be hard. He barely had enough things to call this 'his' room, he could have walked into any other and everything would have seen the same. Not wasting much time, he grabbed a backpack and in a few moments, he'd cleared his whole room of everything that had actually been personal. In fact, the things he packed made it seem as if he were going on a mission, it just showed how few true personal items belonged to him.

As he turned to leave with a heavy sigh, he stopped part way through he step and breath. Turning his head, his body began to follow. He moved over to his desk and there on the stand he had made himself, rested his lightsaber. It gleamed harmoniously at him. He hadn't touched it, let alone used it, since the day his old master had died, he didn't feel like it would have been right to do so. He wouldn't use it until he had another master. It looked like that time had passed. Slowly, carefully, as though someone's life depended on precise movements, he lifted the silver frame and longingly hooked it onto his belt, he lay it to rest, his hands letting go at a snail's pace. With no tears bursting through, Vain made his way down to the hangar. And when he entered, he sat down quietly near the entrance and merely looked and the dull floor, his face revealing his disheartened features.

*Moved Varen to the Hangar thread*