The Jedi Temple was beautiful. Extravagant. Immense. Amazing. There were too many words that could be used to describe such a wonderful place. The sacred halls of the Jedi were adorned with beautiful paintings and murals. One, even if they were just a normal citizen, could feel the Harmony and Peace radiating off the walls. It was calm and serene. Zeal, a bright, pale Arkanian, walked through the halls, admiring the exquisite beauty that seemed to boil out from the scenery. He was a general Scientist and Engineer. But even he was fascinated by the beauty of the Coruscant Temple.
Zeal was young, almost to the point where one would expect him coming from a Junior Academy. But this was not so. He graduated when he was eight of course. He had a brilliant mind, and had always done his best to show it. His short, white hair had been spiked up to show his youthfulness, and it made him feel like a rebel, even though he was a farshot from said rebel.
Entering a small gym like room, Zeal studied the room. It was honestly small, but had a large ceiling. The walls were adorned with orbs, crystals, weapons and other various equipment. Stepping down in the gym, he had been told to meet his new "master" here. He hated that word. "Master". He felt like a slave when it was said.
But never the less, Zeal waited here. He walked over to a small repair bench, where the skeleton of a small lightsaber was. The pieces and crystal were laid nearby and Zeal picked it up with a fervor. He instantly set to work, scrambling to build it and experiment with it. Oddly enough, he was doing an okay job, using trial and error while building the archaic blade. An hour passed by without Zeal even realizing it. He was truly a remarkable engineer.
Zeal was young, almost to the point where one would expect him coming from a Junior Academy. But this was not so. He graduated when he was eight of course. He had a brilliant mind, and had always done his best to show it. His short, white hair had been spiked up to show his youthfulness, and it made him feel like a rebel, even though he was a farshot from said rebel.
Entering a small gym like room, Zeal studied the room. It was honestly small, but had a large ceiling. The walls were adorned with orbs, crystals, weapons and other various equipment. Stepping down in the gym, he had been told to meet his new "master" here. He hated that word. "Master". He felt like a slave when it was said.
But never the less, Zeal waited here. He walked over to a small repair bench, where the skeleton of a small lightsaber was. The pieces and crystal were laid nearby and Zeal picked it up with a fervor. He instantly set to work, scrambling to build it and experiment with it. Oddly enough, he was doing an okay job, using trial and error while building the archaic blade. An hour passed by without Zeal even realizing it. He was truly a remarkable engineer.
