Isis arrives at the jedi temple (Open)

[Santoro]

Santoro first followed the newcomer with his eyes, then through the Force. He sensed no ill intent, but it was strange to not even receive a nod of hello. He tried to ignore it, until he sensed the man's few milliseconds of panic as the lightsaber showed.

Casually, he turned around to nod his hello, turning his right side towards the man to cover his left hand dropping towards his own lightsaber but resting on the table. He was still antsy in the Temple- he wasn't used to not having a security detail.

"Hello. I'm Jedi Knight Aevis Santoro, how can I help you?"

 

[Horizon]

"Yes there is something you could help me with. I was wondering if for some background on your order. Im tempted to ask to join it but I would like to know a little bit about the order itsself."

It was true. Ross wanted to join but it would be a long road indeed.
He already had himself a lightsaber and was physicaly in shape for anything.
He was certain that he could do it.

 

[Isis Kun]

Isis looked up at the newcomer, he wished to join also? Remembering her manners, she introduced heself offering her hand to shake.
"My name is Isis, pleased to meet another hopeful. Perhaps we will train together in the future". She smiled broadly.

 

[Santoro]

Santoro nodded, not sure if he should repeat himself in front of Isis. He shrugged inwardly, and decided to give the most general response he could.

"Well, stranger, the Jedi are an order of meditative peacekeepers that defend the Republic and what it stands for. We fight for those who can not, and above all else seek to serve the all-unifying Force to help improve the state of the galaxy. But, before we get into any of the really important stuff, you must have a name."

 

[Lt. Beardsly]

From the Training Hall side of the Archieves, a group of young Jedi Initiates walked by the large doorway, for which no door existed, to the Archieves. Out of the group, Tratu Tuphi manuevered his way out and entered into the vast library, the galaxy's largest single collection of information. He was wearing his normal white robes, with a datacard clutched tightly in his left hand, the burnt skin not even flinching at the sight of the jagged edges of the datacard. As he walked down one of the aisles of shelves, he found a computer terminal, and hopped onto the seat in-front of it, sliding the datacard into the terminal, paying no mind to the near-by group.

 

[Isis Kun]

Isis wanted to get started with her training as soon as possible.
"Well, I hate to keep you here answering every question that comes to my mind. If it's ok, i'd like to do some research in these archives, find out as much as I can that way. I'm sure you have things you need to do."