Even after all this time, there were still places in the Jedi Temple at Yavin IV that looked like they were still ruined. There were underground storage areas, satellite complexes, and even old Rebel Alliance bunkers littering the landscape of the temple under Yavin Prime’s ever present watch.
Vahn stood towards the back wall of one such half forgotten chamber. He was facing away from the entrance of the room with his gloved hands gently resting behind his back, his stance wide, the very image of stability. His dark hair was tussled, but still loosely swept back to keep his hair out of his eyes.. It was apparent he was ready for work, having discarded his outer robes and remaining clad simply in a loose fitting, dark grey tunic and black trousers cut in a style common to all Jedi. The glint of his slightly overlong, silver and black lightsaber could be seen hanging limply at his belt.
Vahn's hands were tightly balled into fists. He worked to keep his mind focused, but his thoughts wandered, toying with him impishly. Could he do this? He'd never trained anyone before... and he doubted he could train anyone as well as Aeva could. But he did have her words; her teachings laid the framework and foundation of his thoughts and actions to this day. They were worth teaching, worth passing on. Vahn took a breath, and focused on a single word, reciting it in his head again and again until it lost all meaning and his mind cleared of all thought.
Outside, the sun had set, but the chamber itself was well lit. Incandescent lights had at least been fixed to several places in the room, and Vahn had taken the time to prep the room. The center of the chamber had been swept out, layers of dust removed and replaced with a series concentric chalk rings with geometric diagrams and relationships sketched between the layers. Two tables had been set up on either side of the room, each laden with a messy spread of the essentials of instruction. Books, datapads, water, towels, and even an errant change of clothes laid across the two tables amongst other odds and ends..
Predictably, a kettle of some manner of tea sat warming off in the corner of the room, casting a subtle, spiced aroma into the air of the chamber.
“Oh good, you’re here. Right on time, as usual,” Vahn turned slowly towards his new student.
Vahn stood towards the back wall of one such half forgotten chamber. He was facing away from the entrance of the room with his gloved hands gently resting behind his back, his stance wide, the very image of stability. His dark hair was tussled, but still loosely swept back to keep his hair out of his eyes.. It was apparent he was ready for work, having discarded his outer robes and remaining clad simply in a loose fitting, dark grey tunic and black trousers cut in a style common to all Jedi. The glint of his slightly overlong, silver and black lightsaber could be seen hanging limply at his belt.
Vahn's hands were tightly balled into fists. He worked to keep his mind focused, but his thoughts wandered, toying with him impishly. Could he do this? He'd never trained anyone before... and he doubted he could train anyone as well as Aeva could. But he did have her words; her teachings laid the framework and foundation of his thoughts and actions to this day. They were worth teaching, worth passing on. Vahn took a breath, and focused on a single word, reciting it in his head again and again until it lost all meaning and his mind cleared of all thought.
Outside, the sun had set, but the chamber itself was well lit. Incandescent lights had at least been fixed to several places in the room, and Vahn had taken the time to prep the room. The center of the chamber had been swept out, layers of dust removed and replaced with a series concentric chalk rings with geometric diagrams and relationships sketched between the layers. Two tables had been set up on either side of the room, each laden with a messy spread of the essentials of instruction. Books, datapads, water, towels, and even an errant change of clothes laid across the two tables amongst other odds and ends..
Predictably, a kettle of some manner of tea sat warming off in the corner of the room, casting a subtle, spiced aroma into the air of the chamber.
“Oh good, you’re here. Right on time, as usual,” Vahn turned slowly towards his new student.
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