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I moved quietly through the sleek, silver halls of the magnificent temple on Coruscant. What a lovely place it was. I suppose that it'd be I, if anyone, to think that. I had spent most of my life in this place. It was here I built my light-saber, the glorious green blade that served me time and again. It was here I met Master Brax, my mentor and best friend. It was here I created that I created O.D.D., the droid that has served me without question over the years. It was here that I called home. And every second I was here, I was flooded with memories. Every room held a piece of my past; every inch of the rug was telling another story of my life. When I became a Jedi Master, this place would have enough stories of me to fill the Archives.
The carpet was a regal coloring of dark red and bright gold. It made you feel as if you were royalty, and yet, in some mysterious way, humbled you. The Jedi who walked these halls were dressed in simple robes ranging from black to white, and every color in between. I myself was wearing my defining Jedi Adventure Robes. They served as simple dress robes for when I walked about the temple, and they were very efficient in combat. It allowed free-flowing movement without the added bulk of over-robes and without having to carry around a cloak. They were perfect for me.
I ran my hand along the smooth silver wall, every groove and bump felt under my touch. It was nigh-perfect; flat to near absoluteness. The Jedi Order always encouraged thinking and asking questions about the universe. I supposed they had many hidden message laid throughout the Temple. Some may think of the wall's slight bumps and dents as a metaphor for the Jedi not dealing in absolutes. I tended to shy away from that line of thinking because the statement that we Jedi not dealing in absolutes was, in itself, an absolute without solution.
As I walked casually down the corridors, I passed the Youngling training room. I saw Master Dago there, gently instructing the children on defending against blaster bolts. I knew much of that practice, for my dueling technique was Soresu, specifically made for blocking blaster bolts and dueling with other Force users. But, the kids were not learning Soresu. They were still being taught the basic tenets of saber combat, Form I, Shii-Cho. When they grew past basic instructions, they too would go off and find their own style, the one that fit them best, just as I had.
I finally reached the training room. I was going to practice my saber form against Brax, who was waiting for me. However, as I reached the door, something felt . . . off. I couldn't explain it. The room was supposed to be empty, at least for some time. And as far as I could tell, it was. I couldn't sense any living people in there, at least not by my standards. I wasn't sure, though, for my Force skills weren't all that good. I was a far better swordsman. I cautiously opened the door, curious to what I would find.
The carpet was a regal coloring of dark red and bright gold. It made you feel as if you were royalty, and yet, in some mysterious way, humbled you. The Jedi who walked these halls were dressed in simple robes ranging from black to white, and every color in between. I myself was wearing my defining Jedi Adventure Robes. They served as simple dress robes for when I walked about the temple, and they were very efficient in combat. It allowed free-flowing movement without the added bulk of over-robes and without having to carry around a cloak. They were perfect for me.
I ran my hand along the smooth silver wall, every groove and bump felt under my touch. It was nigh-perfect; flat to near absoluteness. The Jedi Order always encouraged thinking and asking questions about the universe. I supposed they had many hidden message laid throughout the Temple. Some may think of the wall's slight bumps and dents as a metaphor for the Jedi not dealing in absolutes. I tended to shy away from that line of thinking because the statement that we Jedi not dealing in absolutes was, in itself, an absolute without solution.
As I walked casually down the corridors, I passed the Youngling training room. I saw Master Dago there, gently instructing the children on defending against blaster bolts. I knew much of that practice, for my dueling technique was Soresu, specifically made for blocking blaster bolts and dueling with other Force users. But, the kids were not learning Soresu. They were still being taught the basic tenets of saber combat, Form I, Shii-Cho. When they grew past basic instructions, they too would go off and find their own style, the one that fit them best, just as I had.
I finally reached the training room. I was going to practice my saber form against Brax, who was waiting for me. However, as I reached the door, something felt . . . off. I couldn't explain it. The room was supposed to be empty, at least for some time. And as far as I could tell, it was. I couldn't sense any living people in there, at least not by my standards. I wasn't sure, though, for my Force skills weren't all that good. I was a far better swordsman. I cautiously opened the door, curious to what I would find.
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