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It was Connie's first time off-world since she'd joined the Order. Part of her training, and her future life in the Jedi, would involved heading on these missions to help people. Finding one random droid on Tatooine wasn't exactly the most glamorous of starts but she'd take whatever she could...

"You're probably right. I'm sure that a Master doesn't want me running around, clinging to their robes before I've learned the basics," Connie replied, shrugging her shoulders again. It was definitely better to get used to things on her own. Becoming a Jedi would require more than a little...

Connie listened to Fiach explain why she had to visit Nar Shaddaa. The way she justified it so simply, just because someone had to do it. Connie already admired a whole lot about Fiach, namely how easy she was to talk to and how knowledgable she was. Now she was admiring her casual bravery...

Connie smiled at Izel, feeling better. Though she was a padawan too, Connie knew that Izel was vastly more experienced than her. Izel was probably closing in on knighthood, and Connie was a newcomer. She'd barely believed in anything like the Force until a few weeks before. "Thank you," she...

Connie had no real idea what this could have been used for. Fabric? Well, it could have been covering something important? Maybe that was why it was still in here? It'd be just her luck to get a random piece of covering, probably didn't even have any particular thoughts or meaning behind it. No...

Connie listened as Fiach explained some of her training, particularly where she'd been on missions and what she was considering training in. Or rather, her quest to find something to narrow her focus with. "I've been learning with Master Pallodrin, about psychometry. He's very skilled with it...

Connie nodded quickly, the smile dropping quickly as she tried to maintain that focus. She'd managed it so far, the last thing she wanted was to waste it all by dropping her attention. Her eyes moved back to the branch, reaching out again. Her fingers tensed a little, curling towards the branch...

Connie took in what Master Pallodrin said as she sat there, letting his words filter through her. She had no idea what a scrap of old, plastic-woven cloth might offer, but it'd spoken to her anyway. She tried not to think about some of the objects she saw the others grab. Jealousy wouldn't get...

Connie frowned a little bit more, thinking over Fiach's question. Was it common to have worries? "I mean... I think it is. I don't really think anyone doesn't have any worries. They're probably just better at hiding them. I wish I could be more like them," she admitted, smiling a little...

Connie looked back at the datapad with a small smile. "Oh, I've always had one. Well, always as long as I've been able to actually, y'know, write words down properly." She turned back towards Fiach, smiling at her. She seemed nice. Attentive. Like she was actually interested, which was welcome...

Connie nodded, thinking over Izel's words. She felt frustrated with herself, namely her inability to do what Izel said. She made it sound so simple, so easy. Just don't apply so much energy to it. She was sure it was something so simple, that one day she'd look back on her relative struggle...

Connie nodded, taking in the advice Izel gave her. She had to admit that it sounded good. Overthinking it and trying to force it from top-down sounded like her. It seemed logical to flip it around the other way... but Connie was never all that good at logic and the Force was quickly proving that...

Connie nodded, with more than a little relief. Jedi knowledge and assorted guides were all well and good (and probably quite important in her future, she had no doubt) but the mere presence of some popular fiction helped to ease her mind a little. She could probably do with a little of those...

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt!" Connie started to apologise, noticing how Izel jumped out of her meditations. Her own difficulties made her a little more reluctant to interrupt others. The last thing she would have wanted is someone trying to talk to her, but the other padawan didn't...

Connie noticed the respect with which Izel treated the other two Jedi, taking in that she should probably do the same. Not that she was about to rush into some informal little chat with the two of them. Just taking in the temple was more than enough for her, right there and then. So that was how...

Connie looked up and saw the young woman coming towards her. Oh. Oh dear. She wasn't expecting to have to talk to anyone. She used to be so good at talking to people, before she moved to Ajan Kloss. They used to call her a little charmer, before everyone she met was a monk obsessed with the...

"You must feel the Force around you. Take in your surroundings and acknowledge the presence of life in this Temple." The instruction had been infuriatingly unclear. The first assignment she'd been given by one of the instructors on Ajan Kloss. Connie hadn't been raised as a youngling, in the...

For Connie, this would be the first practical lesson she'd had at the temple that related to something she'd felt before. Meditation and concentration were important, she knew that, but she remembered being stood there, holding some object on a loading dock, hearing vague laughter in the back...

Even as dusk fell over the temple, Connie found herself out exploring. It was a way of coping with the rapid change in her circumstances. Here she was, on a moon filled with people she barely knew, if it all. Gone from her seemingly simpler, cosier life, even if it was by her own choice and...

Connie listened to Dreys explain the concept of a 'Master,' everything clicking together all at once. Of course there was something like that. A teacher, or an elder-type person, that'd help everyone learn how to use... the Force. That thing that she could use. That thing she used when she made...