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((GAH! Sorry I've been gone. :3 computer got messed up.)) Zeein took the glass and tipped it to his lips, the liquid rushed down his throat. And while he was drinking he concentrated on it like Znayae asked. He could feel the living force of the water when it hit his blood stream. Mentally, he...

"There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force." This was recited mentally back to Zanyae. Zeein had said the code to himself time and time again...

Zeein nodded with his eyes closed, keeping the steady stream going as best he could. After a few minutes a bead of sweat would trickle from his forehead. The Padawan was really pushing himself for this, he didn't want to disappoint Znayae. "This.. this seems to be getting a bit easier.." He said...

Zeein followed his Master's instructions, picturing a wall of rocks which behind it lay water. In his vision, the rocks began to clear. Opening a small path for water to flow, the signal coming from the Padawan would grow stronger. Not a drastic amount, but his words were audible. "It's.. it's...

Relko did as he was asked, letting the force flow through him. Acting as a torrent between Znayae and himself the force bond planting it's seeds. "I-is it working?" He asked mentally, the voice was faint but none the less there. He would ask this a few times, in case the first didn't go through.

Zeein nods, "I.. I can hear you. But.. I don't think I can reply mentally." He said quietly, not wanting to break Znayae's concentration. He felt a small ripple in the force, like it was trying to reach out to him. Encouraging him to try and respond, he let his instincts carry the feeling. But...

"I would enjoy a lesson on the force please Master Ordo. While I like philosophy, it makes my head hurt.." He said with a grin, he seemed excited. The force had always come easier the saber forms for Zeein. He was eager to learn more, and wanted to soak up everything like a sponge.

All in all, being a farmer wouldn't of been so bad. But Zeein Relko spent a good portion of his time reading in the archives of the accomplishments of the great Jedi of old. He wanted to be like them, selfless, brave, powerful. He wanted to make a difference in the galaxy. "The council didn't...

Zeein blinked, his eyes lit up with hope as Znayae said he would guide him. "D-does this mean you accept me as your Padawan learner?! I don't have to go to the Agricultural corps?!" He said excited, his dark brown eyes having a child like wonder to them. The question burning in his mind...

"I.. I.. again.. I do not know Master Ordo." Zeein looked defeated, that last speech was the best he could muster. As a Padawan, he had not yet learned and experienced enough to give a mind blowing answer. He felt as if there was no winning, no way to impress or earn the respect of this Knight...

The young man was puzzled and a bit afraid at the Knights statement, was he implying the Jedi order wasn't right for Zeein? Was this the councils way of telling him he was meant for the Agricultural corps? He wasn't sure. "Search your feelings Zeein.." He thought to himself once again, hoping to...

"I.. I do not know Master Ordo. I just know the Jedi code to be true to me, and it has never wronged me before." Zeein was confused, why was Znayae asking about the Sith code? His mind was racing about a million miles a minute, his face flushed. He was embarrassed he couldn't give Znayae an...

"I would say that is the Sith code, and not the code I follow." Zeein blinked as the rain stopped hitting his head, his eyes then switching to the umbrella that was made into a make shift funnel. He eyed the cup for a few seconds, wondering if it was for him or the Knight sitting in front of him.

The Padawan was becoming frustrated, his hands clenched a bit. But he took a deep breath and calmed himself down, his hands returning to being loose and at ease. "I suppose I can't explain the force to you. It is something you must experience for yourself, something that reaches out and makes up...

Zeein closed his eyes and cleared his mind, with out moving his hands the small pouch on his belt opened. And a few credits floated in front of him. He guided the currency back into the compartment and shut it with the force just as he had opened it. "I do not believe it was "haywire" neurons...

"The force isn't exactly a voice for me, it's more of an instinct. Something that I've always known and trusted. As far as the people in the lower levels of Coruscant.. I think most of them are on spice.." He said rubbing the back of his neck. He wiped his face on his sleeve once again, still...

Zeein's eyes fell over the man another time, for a brief second he closed his eyes and cleared his mind. "The force guided me to this spot... so my feelings tell me you are." He still looked quite confused, calmed down but still confused. He ran his hand through his rain soaked hair, and then...

The Padawan blinked, "The Jedi council?" He said obviously a bit confused, his breathing returned to normal. And his words were no longer broken and choppy. "Y-you are Master Ordo right?" He said eyeing the man up and down. A rain drop rolled down from his face to the ground.

The Padawan continued his panting, "I.. I'm sorry for being late. I was reading and lost track of time, I have no excuse. The fault is my own." His eyes were honest, and he truly was sorry. A glint of fear could be seen as well, and a Jedi would be able to see it as bright as day. "I'm the...

The wind rushed through Zeein's hair as he ran with all his speed. "Damn... damn.." He cursed in his mind. His boots kicking up water as he bolted to the meeting spot he was told to be at. His dark brown eyes scanned the crowds and streets, looking for a familiar dressed Jedi. But then again...