Yoml Miolt's Training

[Ser Gregor]

Dusan sat in a large, low-backed chair, furnished with red upholstery. The Master of the Dantooine Enclave meditated as he waited for his newest padawan to enter the small room. Barren of all decoration, the room was reminiscent of a prison cell. Tall, barred windows sat on the wall behind Dusan, and the stone floor matched the walls and ceiling in a monotonous gray hue. The master studied the opposite wall and door with a glazed eye, his mind traveling the cosmos. There he waited for his apprentice.

 

[PaRRoT]

Yoml Miolt wandered through the halls of the Enclave, letting his thoughts wander. His curiousity was creating so many questions that he just couldn't answer. He tapped his long blue fingers together, passing a room full of younglings that were truthfully about his size and continuing onward. Soon he reached a a room that looked rather like a prison cell, with a single man sitting inside. His feathers ruffled slightly in surprise as he studied the man."Hello? Are you okay?" he spoke softly, curious as to why he was alone and in a trance like state. Meditation was his guess, in which case it was probably extremely rude to interrupt. Maybe he's the one I'm supposed to look for... Yoml thought, but stood right outside the door still, not wanting to enter just yet.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Dusan did not move when Yoml spoke, in fact. It would appear he wasn't even aware of the little man's presence at all. The opposite was the case, however. You are Yoml Miolt? Dusan's voice echoed in the head of Yoml. I have been waiting for you, come in. Take a seat in the chair in front of me. Just as he 'spoke' to Yoml, a chair appeared in front of Dusan, identical to his.

 

[PaRRoT]

Yoml, though slightly confused, obeyed the voice's commands and sat in the chair. Deciding to experiment, he thought back at Dusan /Are you Master Dusan?/ It took a fair amount of concentration, but he believed he might be getting through. This could be interesting, and there was no turning back now. He was too curious as to what was next.

 

[Ser Gregor]

"I am." Dusan replied, his voice echoing through the silent room. "And you are Yoml Miolt." He said. It was not a question, it was a statement. His eyes cleared, and Dusan seemed to suddenly recognize the room he was in, for he glanced around quickly before settling on Yoml. Dusan perused Yoml's mind, making his presence in the man's mind known. "We don't take in padawans as old as you, Yoml. What makes you think we made an exception for you?" He asked, his eyes penetrating Yoml with an intense, feral gaze. This would be the first test.

 

[PaRRoT]

The Mrlssi pondered this for a moment. "Well sir." he began "I don't truly know. If I were to guess, it would be that the Jedi numbers are low or that I have plenty of potential to learn or bring new things here." Yoml was telling the truth as he knew it. Before he came to Dantooine, he did his research. Padawans were first younglings and if not chosen by a master by the age of thirteen they would not go on to be knighted. He wasn't sure why he was an exception, but knew that the Jedi were wise and had faith that they knew what they were doing.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Dusan smiled, "You are presumptuous, Yoml. The Jedi would not sacrifice skill for numbers." He said smiling lightly at the small man. "And pride, like most emotion, is a double edged blade. Don't let it get to you." He added, his arms folded across his chest. "But we always choose those with potential, it just so happens you have more so then most." He added.

"Do you have any instruction in the force? And do you have any rudimentary control of the force?" Dusan asked, formulating a lesson plan for Yoml.

 

[PaRRoT]

Yoml nodded, taking in the man's words, glad he had potential but making an effort not to let it go to his head. With all the research he'd done he knew the dangers of the dark side, and how seemingly easy it was to fall.

"I've had no training sir." he replied, the pondered on the next question. Control of the Force? Maybe. "Well, Master Dusan, I have a knack with animals. I can soothe them, call them, study them close. They aren't afraid of me, and I seem to...understand them better than most people. I don't know if this is the Force or whether it is just a skill I acquired as a child."

 

[Ser Gregor]

"It is likely you were exerting your will through the force. It is a common attribute among force sensitive individuals." Dusan commented, glancing around the barren room. Such a dreary place. "Well, I will be teaching you a very condensed version of my lessons. I don't have nearly as much time as I usually do with younglings. So, I suppose I should know what you wish to accomplish while a Jedi?" Dusan's question was double-edged. A Jedi was not to have ambition, but they also needed a drive to be successful as a Jedi. Of course, Yoml couldn't have known the twin uses of the question.

 

[PaRRoT]

"Master Dusan, I..." He began, fingers tapping his knees nervously, black eyes closing in thought. Yoml didn't know what to say. He didn't even really know what he wanted here, just that it felt right. "Don't know," he finished "Maybe a satisfied curiousity, or to see what 'potential' I may have. I don't feel the need for strength or power. Just... answers. Knowledge. To know what I can do."

 

[Ser Gregor]

"Yes. You would do well to follow the path of the Jedi Seer, Yoml. They are the scholars of the Jedi Order, delving deep into the force, to discover the obscure origins of our Order, and the force." Dusan replied, knowing that he wouldn't be to useful for Yoml. "I have no such interests, I am a man of action. I defend the Order from the overt assaults of our enemies, while studying the cultures of each culture I come in contact with. I shall train you the best I can, but there will be a point when I cannot teach you anymore." He stated, his hands searching in his robe, until they produced a small, crystalline cube.

"This is a holocron I give all my pupils. It holds a great breadth of information, touching on almost ever subject of Jedi interest. Learn from it." He stated, handing the small cube to Yoml. "I shall teach you of the philosophies, but you must understand them for yourself. When this meeting ends, I shall leave you to your own devices, and then I shall call upon you to start your true training."

 

[PaRRoT]

Yoml listened intently to the man before slowly reaching a small blue hand out to take hold of the holocron. "Thank you," he nodded as he studied the tiny cube. It held so much inside for such a tiny object, and Yoml did want to explore its knowledge, but more importantly he wanted to learn from Master Dusan. He was a wise man in Yoml's eyes, already highly respected in this little Mrlssi, despite their apparant differences.

"Now what happens in the true training, if you don't mind my asking?" Yoml Miolt had to ask as he turned his big black eyes from the cube to the Jedi Master again. He did not know, and figured it couldn't hurt to ask.

 

[Ser Gregor]

"You become a Jedi, Yoml." Dusan said cryptically, smiling slightly at the little man. "You shall learn the art of lightsaber combat, you shall learn the intricate and subtle ways of the force." Dusan stated. The prison room was bearing down on him, and he was becoming edgy. "There is no formal lesson outline. A master shares his intimate knowledge of the force and the ways of the Jedi. No formal lesson plan can fulfill that." Dusan explained. "Now, this meeting is over, the first chapter of that Holocron was designed for you. Read over it, it will prove the base for your future training."

((No need to RP it, I'm jumping the training forward one month, so you shall be versed enough in the basics of the force, the Jedi Code, ect... For any required information, search Jedi on wookieepedia. When you reply, you will have been trained for one month, and will know some rudimentary force powers and basic philosophies. You shall be meeting me in the Enclave Council Room.))

 

[PaRRoT]

Yoml's Training

OoC: Sounds cool. Will do. And thanks.

BiC:
Yoml returned to the Enclave Council Room. His hands fidgeted at his sides with his new Jedi padawan robes. "Hello, Master Dusan," he said, entering the Enclave's Council Room quietly and stolidly. He bowed his head slightly at the Jedi Master and looked up unsure what he was to expect "You called for me?"

He'd studied, practiced, and learned over the past month. Yoml was taught the history of the Jedi and the Jedi Code from holocron Master Dusan had given him. He went over it and over it, memorizing it and knowing it thoroughly. He learned, practiced and even gained some ability to use the Force slightly. He'd learned more patience, meditation, and even how to use the Force slightly. He could speak through his mind and sense things easily now with the aid of the Force. Though he struggled with actually utilizing the Force to do physical things, such as move objects and air and help flowers grow as he'd seen other padawans, much younger than he, practicing, but he felt he was progressing steadily with these basics.

 

[Ser Gregor]

"Yes, I am here." Dusan said, his voice bouncing off the walls, making it impossible to place the source. "But you cannot see me. You have shown talent in the personal manipulation of the force, this is a test. Find me, use your ability with the force to throw back the veil I have put up." Dusan stated. This would be a testing trial for Yoml. Dusan had suppressed his presence in the force to a point far beyond a padawan's capabilities to detect him.

 

[PaRRoT]

Yoml nodded and was up to the challenge. He began by taking a deep breath and clearing his thoughts, as he was taught. Then he proceeded to reach out with his senses. He could almost see the room, but could not find Master Dusan. He relaxed, and tried again but still to no avail, though he did not want to give up. Maybe he was missing something. The tiny avian man took a few steps and retried. Nothing. Can I have a hint? he thought out, not even sure if his thoughts would reach his seemingly invisible master.