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Tython was a world of copious tranquility. The low and levant sun fissured over the tree-line of the vast deciduous forests at the horizon. Leaves collected and swam and a spume of lights settled on the vista.
Though a serene and mostly reticent world, it was also a world of the Jedi. Eternal guardians and peacekeepers and warriors for the Light, the custodians and vanguards of justice and unity and concord throughout the galaxy.
As the sun had crept its way ascending from the darkness of night, shedding the early dawn light about the forest, over and out across the Temple, across pagodas and terraces and courtyards, a lone Jedi Knight made his way down a marble corridor, through the ancient archives, past large bronzium statues dedicated to the memories of the Jedi of the past, and turned down a passageway leading into the lecture halls and teaching wing of the Temple.
He gathered his billowing cloak about him and sauntered steadily into one of the wide-domed training atriums and took a seat at the oaken desk within.
Sorran Ven-Olar gathered a few things at the desk and filed through a datapad that had the history and biography of his most recently assigned Padawan.
"Adonia Xylon...hmmm", he rubbed his forehead a moment and then continued to read. She would be arriving any moment now, as he had requested of her, and he needed to be up to date with all her information.
Sorran was a combat and lightsaber specialist, a Jedi Guardian, and as such he would personally train those who sought to gain expertise in these fields of the Force. The education that he would bestow to his apprentices however would encompass the many various arenas of the Force and their application to a Jedi's life and role within the galaxy. There would merely be more emphasis on instruction in his particular faculty, as were the designated roles of all the Knights and Masters of the Jedi Order. A constructivist approach to education would of course be involved, for to be a Jedi - one had to be familiar with the Force in all its aspects.
The Jedi Knight had recently arrived back on Tython, a world he had called home for almost three decades now, from his most recent combat and battle lectures that he had given on the Will of the Force command ship - the Jedi centre for lightsaber and combat training. The command ship, it would seem, was to become his new headquarters for training. But until his apprentices had grasped the fundamentals of the Force and the ways of the Jedi, he would reserve his place on Tython for a short while longer.
Finishing with the datapad he tied his long braids back in anticipation of meeting his new student. The morning was already sure to prove most interesting...
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