Gel Setari's Training

[Ridley]

'I really do think they could have supplied a bigger room. Not much space for creativity...' Gel thought about the small living space that was provided to him by a Jedi he had just recently met. His search of a Jedi training facility had finally culminated in this, the enclave on Dantooine, and he was ready for training. But there he was. Laying in a bed in a room that could barely fit it. Though, none of this mattered to Gel, as he was happy to receive such a great oppurtunity. So, he would lay in that bed an eternity until he got his shot.

He lay there for several more minutes, thinking happily over his life. Finally, he remembered that the Jedi hadn't told him to stay in the room, but that he could stay in the room. 'Well, that was certainly a stupid thing to do. Whatever.' Springing up from his cinderblock of a bed, Gel exited the room and began wandering. He figured that he could wander the complex without fear of the Jedi losing track of him. It was a rather small building.

After a bit of exploring, it was decided upon by the council that was his multiple personalities (Gel liked to joke about that), that he most preferred the large tree in the middle of the complex. As he looked for potential resting spots in the room, he decided that sitting against the tree was the best place. Even if no one else sat there. He was different like that. So, he would wait until someone was assigned to teach him.

 

[The Agriculturist]

An old man wearing the plainest of robes walked into the room, completley ignoring Gel's presence. He preceeded to walk towards the same tree, and than sat down, his back leaning against the trunk, and actually started to hum. The jedi were known for their manners and hospitality, but why would they allow a random old man into their enclave?

 

[Ridley]

Despite the many things being processed through Gel's mind, he was well aware of the old man's presence. Hmmm... Would he happen to be a Jedi, or just a visitor? Well, I won't find out just pondering here. Rather slowly, Gel propped himself up to his feet, stilltaking in the beauty of the enclave. Turning to face the man, Gel quickly took in the plain appearance of the man.

"This place is amazing. It has a mysterious feel to it, but at the same time, it feels like you've lived here all your life...Oh, sorry, I'm rambling on. I do that. I'm Gel Setari, a Jedi hopeful. What's your story?"

 

[The Agriculturist]

"Oh me? Heh, it's a long one! And boring to boot. I am nothing more than a farmer , been on this planet for quite some time, just working those fields under the protection of these bossy Jedi. I guess it's better than some others around the galaxy, no?" He answered smiling.

 

[Ridley]

"A story, boring? See, I can't just see things as 'boring.' Every story you can here brings you more knowledge from the world around. It is a wonderful opportunity, to make a gain for the better, and a friend." It was around this point in his statement that he realized that he should not be given a lecture to someone.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't being trying to force my beliefs on someone as knowledgeable as you seem. My apologies." He silently reprimanded himself as he continued to gaze about the structure. 'Listen to me, I'm starting to sound like Kade...Well, that isn't necessarily bad.' Gel turned his attention quickly back to the man, an extended his hand in greeting.

"Well, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

 

[The Agriculturist]

"Well, you've made more than that. Seems you are to be my very own jedi watchman, as the council told me I am to find the jedi who will protect my farm from the mercenaries right here in this room. And here you are, convinietly, right where they said." The old man accounted delightfully.

 

[Ridley]

"Hmm....Jedi watchmen? That doesn't seem quite right..." Something seemed to be quite wrong with that task. Gel had only arrived at the facility a day or two ago, and hadn't even received training. 'Perplexing...Very, very perplexing. I'm inclined to believe this to be some form of test to see what I know. Unfortunately, that's not much.'

"I'm sorry sir, but there must have been some sort of mistake. I'm not even a Jedi yet. Just a lowly hopeful. I can't even use a lightsaber without hurting myself!" spoke the Morellian, his tone becoming louder. "There must have been someone more capable of this job than I." Realizing that he was becoming loud, Gel checked his tone and calmed himself. "But, if the Jedi believe this is something I should do, I guess I must."

Gel was unsure of this situation to say the least.

 

[The Agriculturist]

"Oh it's surely nothing a skilled jedi like yourself can't handle. The occasional wild kath hound, a mercenary here and there...Just everyday problems for Jedi, I'm sure." The old man said with a smile.
"We should get moving. There is alot I must do, and I was told you would be coming with me." He got up slowly and then looked at the young jedi once again. "Oh, I should tell you that my speeder is bieng fixed, so I'm afraid we're walking."