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Meet me in the training room. Bring pleanty provisions as you will need them. The note in Jaques' hands read, though mysterious as his master was, he was still excited to have been chosen for training. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he tread through the halls of the temple, passing by other people who looked down at him, though not with disrespect, he could see the faith in their eyes, the faith they had in him, for he would be a Jedi-hope to the republic, and to the people. Jaques could feel their hope pouring into his own heart, and slowly but surely, he felt like he was doing something for the better of mankind, though it was not pride he was feeling, it was affection.
Jaques began to imagine what his master would look like, was he tall? Was he a veteran of the Alsakan war? Was he some form of humanoid, or was he a small creature? No matter the outcome he predicted, he would be happy with his master, or so he would hope. What if his master was coarse? Surely not, Jedi were wonderful people, and rarely gave into such negative emotions. But he never stopped thinking about how his master would look like, or how he acted. I bet he's a war hero! Jaques' hope let out a final act of desparation to keep him hopefull since he started to doubt his master.
Jaques began to imagine what his master would look like, was he tall? Was he a veteran of the Alsakan war? Was he some form of humanoid, or was he a small creature? No matter the outcome he predicted, he would be happy with his master, or so he would hope. What if his master was coarse? Surely not, Jedi were wonderful people, and rarely gave into such negative emotions. But he never stopped thinking about how his master would look like, or how he acted. I bet he's a war hero! Jaques' hope let out a final act of desparation to keep him hopefull since he started to doubt his master.