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As the knight had moved to help the madman, Asadra had begun to move across the room. Laeonas’ emotions came off of him in waves, pulling at her mind and prompting feelings that wouldnt otherwise be there. As an empath, detecting emotions was like a sixth sense. Where most people’s feelings might be as subtle as the hum of a fading lightbulb or the scent of stale air, Laeonas’ was more like that of a siren wailing while strobe lights shown in her eyes. it didn’t help that the emotions in question were overwhelmingly negative.

It took every once of her willpower to not leave, to not scream as she was bombarded with the confused slurry of emotion that escaped him. Few things could be more unpleasant and painful for an empath than this. Hell, anyone with even a hint of a connection to the force could feel the man's suffering. Asadra thought back to the Jedi, turning her head only slightly to get a look at Ephiny. Through the haze that radiated off of the curled up man on the floor, there was another set of feelings, contrasting heavily against Laeonas'.

Both carried a heat to them, filled with passionate emotion. But both had very distinct natures from one another, contrasting like incompatible colors. Laeonas' emotions burned like an inferno, scalding hot and out of control, painful to remain in the presence of. Beside it was a warmth that more closely matched a crackling fire at a hearth, and from it came the comfort of home. While Laeonas’ feelings were that of unbridled pain, those that Ephiny projected provided feelings of safety, of the inviting warmth of home, and the embrace of family.

For a man who’d lost his mind, cut off from all support and was left to ruminate, it was only that kind of warmth that could bring him any sense of peace. It had been like the projection created by Alex and Vahn of this world that had pulled him from absolute madness. The calm, welcoming atmosphere they’d brought to the chaos, the open hands of friendship and offers of help— that had been what had pierced through the fog of pain that had gripped his mind.

Yet this warmth went beyond even the elaborate construction of the masters. It radiated in a way that Laeonas had only rarely felt from another before. The lullaby he heard played like the songs his mother sang him to sleep with. The high level of attentiveness to which she held him soothed him enough that she wouldn’t even need to both shushing his cries. He’d grow quieter and quieter, the sobs dampening in volume as the seconds passed by.

The words that came next didn’t prompt a verbal reaction from the man, Laeonas only giving a sniffle as he rubbed his eyes. They’d look up wide at the Jedi, and while they were still pink and frothy, the look of pained exhaustion had given way to emotional drainage. The breakdown he’d just experienced was something most people could go their entire lives dreading. Even if it wasn’t even half as bad as what Firrerre itself had done to him, it was painful and exhausting. But there’d been another key difference between what happened now, and what had happened on Firrerre.

And that was when he faced a planet’s death, it had been on his own. He’d had nobody to turn to when turbolasers began to rain down like hellfire. He hadn’t had any help when his mind fell into madness. On the day in his life where the help or company of others would’ve been needed most, he’d been isolated. That there was someone in the galaxy who cared enough to be here for him… it was a surprise, one he’d pleasantly accepted.

Asadra had felt and seen the man’s shift as he’d cried, going from a whirlwind of pain to a more reserved sorrow. His pain hadn't disappeared, and in truth, she doubted it ever would. The Twi'lek had a feeling that, even as broken as he still was, the man could recognize that much in his heart of hearts. Yet it was clear physically as well as emotionally that the man had reacted especially positively to Ephiny's words. The offers of help , of a person who'd remain by his side, and above all, a teacher, all of it had a profound effect on him. Even if he hadn't reacted with words, the open expression he wore of wide eyes and a slightly opened mouth told Ephiny all she'd need to know.

When the knight finally chose to address the healer again, she'd give a slow nod. "I... will retrieve another meal, knight Daivand." She'd answer, turning around before suddenly coming to a stop. Slowly, the woman would turn, pursing her lips a bit. "I'm... sorry that I threw that at you." She'd mutter, unable to make eye contact with the raven haired human. He didn't react very much, casting a glanced at her before replying with a slow nod of his own. With that, Asadra would exit the room.

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Laeonas would sit in silence for the next few minutes, having taken the Jedi up on her offer to help him back to his bed. The silence was interrupted by Asadra's return to the medbay, carrying a fresh tray of food. "I had made extras, so I simply rehea-" She'd begin, before silencing herself. Now wasn't the time for such banal conversation, at least in her mind.
"Here you go." She'd mutter, delivering the food to the patient. This time, Laeonas would mutter out a "thank ya." In as quiet a tone as he could muster. The Twi'lek would stand beside them both for a few seconds, before finally turning to Ephiny.

"Knight Daivand... my actions were rash, and I genuinely apologize for them. Still, this whole experience has left me... remarkably uncomfortable. If you and the patient wouldn't mind, I would like to take a brief reprieve." She explained, keeping up as professional a tone as possible. Laeonas had already begin slurping up his soup, but at the twi'lek's words, he would stop, gently setting his bowl down. "...ya can go." He'd mutter, glancing up at her again. "...Ai would've done worse if Ai were ya." He'd add, leaving the obviously grateful implications for the twi'lek to find on her onw.

Laeonas would go back to eating for a few minutes, though the ravenous hunger that had previously been present in the man was now quite reserved. He paced himself, careful spooning up soup, ripping off and than eating chunks of bread, all gradually whittling away at his meal. He wore a neutral expression the entire time, the silence practically deafening. That was, until he broke it with a single question;
"Am Ai yer student now?"


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Ephiny's muttered song and Laeonas' sobs and cry were the only sounds that could be heard in the room. She wondered how difficult the Brentaalan’s life must have been for him to reach this point. How lonely the man must have felt during his life. "You don’t need to be alone anymore. I'll be there to help you."

She would continue holding, watching how he started to calm himself. When Laeonas looked at her, Ephiny smiled. He seemed to be so fragile and sorrowful, very different from the man that she had met on Jabiim.

"Thank you!" she would say to Asadra, after the Twi’lek agreed to go retrieve another meal for Laeonas. While the healer walked out of the room, the Archivist would help the dark-haired man return to his bed. Once again acting like a mother, she would tuck him there, straightening the pillow so he was comfortable.

"Don't be mad with Asadra. She is an empath that is used to help the Padawans that went through trauma, but your outburst of emotions was too much for her. Even I felt that." she said to Laeonas, while covering him with a sheet. "She will be back soon with your food. You can rest, I'll be there with you." Ephiny smiled while returning to her seat beside the bed. As the Archivist promised, she would not leave him alone.

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They remained in silence until Asadra returned with the food. Ephiny would smile and nod to the Twi’lek, she understood how the other felt uncomfortable with this entire situation. The Healer never had to deal with a case like the one of Laeonas. The Archivist doubted if someone even had to deal with such a case before.

"I understand." Ephiny said to the Twi’lek, smiling at her. After she left the room, the Archivist remained in silence while Laeonas ate his food. Poor man, he probably was starving. Deciding to not disturb him,she picked her Datapad and started to read some articles on it.

However, she turned her attention back to the dark haired man when Laeonas asked if he was now her student. "Yes, you are my Padawan now." Ephiny smiled at him. The Archivist knew that it was going to be a long and arduous journey, but she promised that would help him. "I'll teach you everything that you need to be a good Jedi." the Knight would also teach him good manners, but she wasn’t going to say that for now.

"However, before starting your training, you need to be discharged by the Healers. So rest to get well soon. You have much to learn, my Padawan." she said playfully. It was the beginning of their journey.

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People who were lucky enough to be born into families with parents who had the time, resources, and disposition to properly raise their children were a surprisingly lucky cohort. From the inside out, that would be hard for any to understand. Individuals are inclined to believe that their experiences growing up are somewhat of a default. Privilege is natural, even if their experiences don't represent a majority of people.

So how than, could any who'd known that love understand the significance of what Ephiny had done for the man?

He'd known love-- genuine love. Even he was luckier than untold billions in that regard. Yet it was a hard love; a necessity in the slums in which he'd been born. There were lullabies-- but only when there was bread. There were nights spent watching the holo-- only when the electric bill was paid. There were lessons on counting-- only when the lessons on pickpocketing were finished.

The love he'd felt was, as it was than, unconditional. Yet only under specific conditions could it be genuinely expressed. Always there would be something the mother and son would need to worry about, a distraction that took them away from living as a family together. Never had there been a time in his life where those concerns weren't in his mind on some level. Never was there a time in his life that what he felt now came unfiltered, not carrying the baggage of years of mutual suffering behind it.

Not until today.

Ephiny had not known him for very long. She didn't love him as his mother had. Yet out of the compassion she felt for every living thing-- for him, she did her best to make him feel safe. She did her best to push his fear and pain from his mind. She offered everything; training, emotional support, and she asked for nothing. That was something that the raven haired man had never experienced before.

How could anyone who hadn't lived similarly understand that?

Asadra had played her part, and with a thanks and a nod, she was dismissed.
"Good luck, knight Daivand. May the force be with... the both of you." She'd say, delivering a final bow and turning on her heels. It wouldn't be the last they'd see of her.

"...Ai ain't mad 'at 'er, y'know." Laeonas muttered, glancing over at his master as he laid on the bed. "She was scared. Ai was actin' nuts. She threw a tray at me. Not tha worst she could've done." He explained in brief, almost muted phrases. "Laike Ai did with those guards." He went on, before frowning a little. "...ai know it wasn't good. Ya tell me th'at; ya aren't a liar." He commented, clarifying what he knew. "But... it don't feel wrong. Ai don't feel bad about it." He finished, clarifying his ultimate feelings on the matter.

The title she gave him brought a frown to his lips.
"Padd-ow-wan." He'd try to repeat, shaking his head. "...please don't call me th'at." He'd mutter, looking away. Even in this state, some of the man's pride still remained. At the mention of teaching, however, he'd perk up a little. "Yer gonna teach me 'ow ta control this? ...keep calm?" He'd meekly add,

The words that came next brought a frown to his lips. He considered that she might be planning to leave, but when there was no immediate move to do so, he calmed.
“Ai’ll try and get some rest.” He’d answer, nodding his head. “…thank ya.”

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The next three weeks were a mixture of long stretches of nothing, and hours going by in the blink of an eye. As time passed for longer, time took longer to pass as well. The healers were feeding him more to compensate for how skinny he’d become, and their work— subtle and non intrusive with the force— helped to tie things up again in his mind. Asadra had overseen much of his recovery, at first supervising the healing procedures and eventually becoming more involved with them. By the end of his tenure, she’d been the one to finish up his final evaluation.


“…weight…still lower than your previous records… mental health… long term instability expected, general improvement over time expected… verbal communication skills…” she’d say, pursing her lips. “…unchanged.” She’d mutter, placing down her datapad. The man with the raven hair had been allowed to shave for the first time in weeks, though the twi’lek had still been the one to wield the blade. His hair was still well past shoulder length, but by now, he no longer looked like a mad vagrant.

“Well… Mr. Tannaras, I’ll admit that your condition isnt perfect. Though, to be Frank, you wouldn’t be in here if it ever was.” She’d joke, giving him a meek smile to indicate the comedy in her words. “I believe, however, that a long term recovery is very much possible. However, this facility isn’t designed for any such long term treatments.” She’d explain, setting her datapad down. “That’s why I’ve officially discharged you.”

“Many padawans bunk together in groups or barracks. You, however, are to be given your own personal quarters. You’ll also find several new garments, and other living necessities. Your master will decide if youll Be allowed to take items from your shi-“


“Master?”

The woman blinked at the interruption. “…Knight Daivand?” She repeated. Laeonas simply started at her, looking dumbfounded. “…Ephiny?” She’d repeat. “Oh.” Laeonas replied, the trance he was in breaking on contact. “Ah. Okay. Cool.” He went on, sitting up from his bed. “Can ai go now?”

The Jedi healer took in one long, deep breathe. “…yes, Laeonas.” She’d reply, trying her best not to groan or roll her eyes. “Thanks.” He’s reply, casually sitting up. As he made his way over to the door however, Asadra gave him a confused look. “What are you doing? Change into your robes! You can’t go out in a hospital gown!” She snapped at him, suddenly holding her breathe. “Forgive me, I lost my temper.” She’d immediately follow up with.

“…why’re ya sorry?” He’d ask, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

The woman finally let out a long, frustrated groan, taking her head into her hands.
“…by the force.”


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"Thank you, Asadra. May the Force be with you too." she smiled at the Twi’lek. The Healer was probably still uncomfortable with Laeonas' reaction. His outburst of rage was really strong, Ephiny couldn't even imagine how the empath felt it.

Then Laeonas started to talk, making Ephiny turn to him. His comments about what he did with the guards on Jabiim made the Archivist think that it was one of the many challenges of his journey. If he wanted to be trained as a Jedi, the Brentaalan would need to understand that this was wrong. Actions like that could make him hurt innocents and cause his fall.

She remembered something that Alexandria had said to her that maybe could help him understand it. "Everyone feels anger, including the Jedi. However, we learn that we can't let these emotions control us. You will need to understand the importance of letting go of such thoughts and never allowing them to become action."

The Brentaalan effort in trying to say the word Padawan made Ephiny laugh. "Well, it’s how the Jedi call their apprentices. So I'll still call you this way." she said, smiling at him. "As I promised, I'll help you control your anger. There are meditation techniques that can help with it. We will start with it." Laeonas needed to have these feelings under control, before she could start to properly teach him.

Ephiny smiled at him when he said that was going to rest. "Good, you will need it to recover. I can't wait to start training you, we have much to do!" she said to him. "I'll go now. I need to prepare what we will need for your future training sessions." she rose from her seat and walked to the door. Before exiting it, she turned to Laeonas "I'm happy for you being there. I'll be your friend, if you want." she smiled and walked away.

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Ephiny was walking toward the medical bay. Asadra had contacted her to announce that Laeonas was being discharged today. She wanted to meet with him there and guide him to the room where he was going to stay. The Archivist also wanted to show the Temple to him, after all it was going to be his home now.

Smiling, Ephiny entered the room "Good morning, Padawan Tannaras! Are you prepared for the beginning of your…" the Archivist stopped talking when she noticed Asadra's face and that Laeonas was still in a hospital gown. "What happened?"


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Admittedly, Asadra preferred Laeonas in this state. An aloof patient with the attention span of a bronzefish was easier to deal with than a raving lunatic. When he was like this, there was no risk of an explosion of emotion or violence. At the end of the day, Asadra was a Jedi; her training and built up compassion had a hand in her ability to remain composed through the more insufferable bouts of his behavior. This was one such time, and so all that escaped the twi'lek's lips was a groan and an off color comment.

Laeonas simply looked off vacantly as Asadra lamented her struggles with him, until her heard his name and title uttered by a voice that immediately became familiar. "Padawan Tannaras" evoked a mixture of feelings from him; pride in the fact that someone acknowledged his last name, and embarrassment at the utterly bizarre title he'd been given. "Hey Eph." He'd answer in a meek tone. Asadra's mouth hung open a little as she heard him utter his new teacher's name, but she'd take a long, deep breathe, and shut her lips.

"...Knight Daivand! Great to see you. Your... pupil was just struggling to... remember that you exist." She'd explain, trying her absolute best to maintain a neutral expression. "She said Ai should wear clothes." Laeonas added, prompting the twi'lek to put a hand to her mouth so as to suppress the very long, very loud groan that escaped it. "...Ai think th'at makes sense." He'd continue, before stopping. "Where are they?" He'd ask, finally prompting the woman to snap. "For the love of all things alive, they are RIGHT in
FRONT of Y-"

The twi'lek stopped herself, shutting her lips. "Emotion, yet peace. Emotion, yet peace. Emotion, yet pea-"

"Ah yeah, here they are. Thanks." The human piped up, grabbing the folded brown and beige robes that had been sitting at the foot of his bed on a durasteel table. The twi'lek opened her mouth a second time, before blinking again. "...you're welcome." She'd answer, a calm tone carrying from her lips. Slowly, she'd turn to Ephiny, and without asking, would take the woman aside. "I am so sorry you had to see that, Knight Daivand, but between him and my usual workload, I just... I just don't know what to do." She'd stammer, and while she'd try to whisper, anyone paying attention could hear. Laeonas, ofcourse, wasn't, so ultimately her volume was inconsequential.


"I... understand that he's been through an unfathomable amount of suffering, and I have to remind myself of that every day. I wish you all the best in training hi-"

"Hey, can Ai get some new robes? These ones are brown and kinda dingy lookin'."

The Twi'lek's eyes widened, head slowly turning as lekku visibly twitched. When she looked back at the knight, the expression she wore was... beyond description. "...I'm going to go take my break now." She'd whisper, turning around, and walking out of the medbay.

"Bye doc!" Laeonas called after her, turning to wave goodbye. Yet as his feet turned, the man would suddenly slip, hitting the floor. "OW!" He cried, quickly standing back up. "Th'at 'urt." He'd comment, turning to Ephiny. "Ayy, Ai'm gonna go put mae clothes on." He'd say, but rather than actually move anywhere, he'd simply pull off his gown and begin getting dressed right in the medbay. some of the patients who'd only vaguely been paying attention would look away as the human, in nothing but underwear, got himself dressed up.

Evidently the man's modesty needed to be recovered as much as his ability to follow a conversation beyond two sentences.

"All done." He'd say, standing in the
awkwardly fitting robes. Clearly, they'd been designed for a man with the build he'd previously had, rather than the still obviously skinny figure he was now. "...so, since yer mae teacher... are we gonna learn stuff?" He'd ask, idly walking out of the medbay without instructions, almost expecting the woman to follow him. "Ai wanna... Ai actually... uh..." He'd begin, before pausing. "...Ai actually don't know what Ai wanna do." He'd concede, aloofness bubbling away, if only for a moment.

"...whaddya think we should do?" He'd ask, turning to his side, only to find a wall instead of his "master."


"...huh."


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Ephiny didn't react to what she was seeing. Laeonas, still dressed in a hospital gown and in doubt about wearing clothes, reminded her of a baby. Poor man, the damage on his mind was really great. The Archivist wondered if he would be able to recover totally at some point. However, she doubted that, probably there would be some marks that would remain. Traumas like that never disappear. She would need to have much patience with him.

"I understand, Asadra. Thank you for your help." she smiled at the Healer. Then her attention returned to Laeonas, who was now complaining about his clothes. Ephiny nodded to the Twi'lek, who decided to leave the room. The Archivist was right, training the man would need much patience.

After seeing Laeonas slip and fall on the floor, the Archivist ran to his side. "Are you injured?" she said. The Knight was concerned with him, after so much time on the medical bay, his body was probably weak. The dark-haired man looked thin like paper. After the Brentaalan showed that he wasn't injured, Ephiny kneeled beside the man and helped him get up.

When Laeonas said that he was going to change clothes, Ephiny nodded. She expected him to walk to the bathroom and change there. This is why she could only stare astonished when the Brentaalan removed the hospital gown in front of everyone. Seeing him only in underwear made the Knight's face become red and she turned away. She wondered if it would be necessary to teach him about modesty.

After Laeonas finished, Ephiny turned her head back to him. Now with these robes he looked like a true Padawan, they were much better than the dark clothes that he used to wear. The Knight's face was still a bit red, but she gave him a smile. "Before any training, I'll show you the Temple and your room. After all, it's going to be your new home." she explained to him, before walking toward the entrance of the medical bay. "Come, my Padawan. Today is the first day of your life as part of the Jedi Order."


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Thankfully, Laeonas hadn’t wandered to far from his master. The woman was a little over ten feet away from the man by the time he’d accidentally wound up speaking to a wall. As such, she’d reply to his words, and once he turned around, the man actually managed to listen. Ofcourse, he’d still pause a bit longer to respond, but the visible expression of contemplation on his face immediately showed the knight that her padawan had managed to take in her words. Ofcourse, she might have wished that he had simply allowed the words to pass over his head, as he’d immediately comment about how “Padawan still sounds funny.”

As he’d approach his new teacher, Laeonas would notice the red tint on her face. “Did ya burn yerself?” He’d ask, leaning down a little to get a closer look. “One taime when Ai was younger, Ai stood next t’a flame fer a few hours with mae friends. Mae face was all red tha next day and people said ai looked laike a fruit.” He’d go on, cracking his shoulders and letting out a satisfied sigh right after. "Can't tell if they meant somethin' else though." He'd add.

As the two would walk through the halls together, Laeonas appeared almost entirely calm. Occassionally he'd stop and take a look at certain things; small pedestals that carried sculptures, doorways that lead into additional rooms. He was able to figure out without much thought that the temple had to be massive, as the halls they walked through seemed to go on without end. Obviously, this was only part of a much larger complex.
"Ai'm gonna 'ave ta do most of this explorin' on mae own, right?" He'd ask, expecting some clarification.

"Ai mean, this place seems... big. Laike, bigger than anythin' Ai've ever lived in." He'd comment. "Ai remember bein' on big, 'ulkin' ships 'fore Ai got maen, and this place seems waaaay bigger than th'at." The Brentaalan continued, speaking with a vocabulary that actually matched his level of education. "Laike, 'o even built this place? Jedi? And when? A long taime ago?" He'd ask again, moving off the previous tangent to find another one.

"What'd tha Jedi used ta do anyway?"


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Laeonas' comment about her face made Ephiny blush even more. As if it was possible for a human, she was even more red when he leaned down. The Brentaalan was so close to her that some more they would be brushing their noses. "I-It was nothing, p-probably because I was in the sun outside." she turned away. He needed to learn the importance of personal space.

She would guide the Brentaalan through the Temple corridors. The first place where they would stop was the Library. Ephiny would enter there and start to walk around the corridors, showing the shelves full of holobooks to Laeonas. "Here is the Library of the Temple. You can come here to pick anything that you want to read. Since I'm an Archivist, sometimes I work there."

The next place that Ephiny showed to the dark-haired man was the training yard. There were some Padawans training with lightsabers the Form II. A Mon Calamari Jedi Knight was supervising it. After seeing the two, he greeted them with a nod. "Here we have the training yard. There you can do physical training and practice with a lightsaber." of course, first Laeonas would need to purify his crystal and build his own lightsaber.

The Archivist would show him other places, such as the gardens and the spaceport. "Of course you will be able to explore it. However, don’t go much deep in the jungle. There is some giant insects called klikniks there, they can be dangerous." she said to him.

While they walked toward the room that was assigned to the man, Laeonas asked Ephiny several questions. The way that he talked reminded her of a child. "This place is the Great Temple and was built by the Massassi, the extinct race that once lived on Yavin IV. The Rebel Alliance made their base there during the Galactic Civil War. After the defeat of the First Order, the Jedi Order turned it into one of their temples and modernized the place."

"The Jedi Order was always devoted to protecting life and peace on the Galaxy. All of it was made under the guidance of the Light side of the Force." she explained to Laeonas. "Of course, there is much more than that. You will learn all of that in your history classes." she said smiling at him, hopefully she would be able to go on field trips with him.

She stopped in front of a door in the hall where the rooms of the Padawans were located. "This is where you will stay in the Temple." she opened the door and walked inside it. The bedroom was simple, similar to that of all the other Jedi. "There are some Jedi robes in the wardrobe, but later you can pick your things from the ship and bring them there." she started to walk toward the exit.

"I'll let you look around the place. However, I want to see you at the gardens in twenty minutes. We will start your first training session there." Ephiny left, leaving Laeonas alone. The Archivist didn't show, but she was so excited to start it. The idea of being able to teach someone made her so happy.

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Ephiny's explanation wasn't questioned by her new student. The man had a naturally pale complexion; he probably burned worse than she did. The man winced as his mind was brought back to the memories of his first trip to Tatooine. He hadn't known that sun burn was even a thing; spending most of your time indoors and in an urban center prevented serious exposure. As a result, Laeonas had left Tatooine looking like a Zeltron who'd spent to much time in a Sauna.

As Laeonas prepared to release an unfiltered stream of his thoughts, his "master" began to introduce him to the various rooms and chambers of the temple. Their first stop, the library, left Laeonas impressed. Not since the naval archive on Baranchar had he seen such a massive collection of information. He hadn't been to many such places in his life, and now more than ever he struggled to recognize the sheer volume of the collection of information before him. He'd lelarned so much from just one datapad with a gradeschool level education module inside. Reading had let him access a multitude more opportunities over his life, which had brought him wealth. A place like this, therefore, was more valuable to him than a spice mine.


"Ya work in there?" He'd ask, turning towards his master when she mentioned her profession. "Whaddya do anyway?" He'd ask, looking at the shelves. "Just... read? Th'at doesn't sound laike work." He'd speculate, though there wasn't any ill will in the last comment. He'd pay the room a final glance as they started to move past, finally asking, "What's t'stop me from just... takin' all tha books Ai want?"

He didn't wait for an answer to start moving. Regardless of whether or not Ephiny would provide one, they'd both continue down through the halls of the temple. They'd finally open up into the outside, standing in the threshold out to a yard. Laeonas would watch in amazement as several Jedi practiced with lightsabers, the different colors and the quick, precise techniques mesmerizing. Never once had he seen more than one or two sabers in the same room before. When the knight nodded at him, Laeonas would look around, seeing if there was someone else behind him. After realizing that the bow was directed at him and his "master," Laeonas would improvise a bow of his own.

As they left, Laeonas would whisper,
"They're so karkin' precise." To noone in particular. Laeonas had long since overcome the learning curve between using melee weapons and using a saber, yet his technique had remained clumsy. Without much formal training, his movements were sloppy, wide, and as the only time he'd ever dueled another had proven-- not a match to any properly trained duelist. As he speculated on what he would do with his new skills, he felt a pull towards what he'd do against those who'd wronged him. He'd be able to pay the Sith back, nice an-

The "padawan" smacked himself across the face. Stunned for a moment, Laeonas blinked a few times, aquamarines rolling around a bit. What had he just done? The man shook his head, thoughts of vengeance slowly fading from his mind. Ephiny would continue her tour regardless, and so Laeonas quickly refocused.

They'd continue their walk through an open air hall along the south side of the temple, the jungle landscape visible beyond the manmade structures. Ephiny’s warning about the dangers beyond caused his eyes to widen, and he’d immediately feel uncomfortable. He’d heard so many horror stories about the vast, unclaimed wilderness of outlying worlds. How they contained beasts and dangers that the early colonists of the core had long wiped off their own worlds. That his only experiences in an uncivilized wilderness had seen him nearly die a multitude of times seemed to confirm these biases. Yavin was unlike any world he’d even set foot on— willingly, at least. He shuddered at the memories of the horrors he endured on that unknown world years ago.

The woman’s explanation of the temple’s history didn’t interest Laeonas all that much. It was an impressive building; never before had he seen such a massive structure that was made entirely out of stone. It’s amenities were modern, sure, but the structure itself was ancient. All he gathered was that it was yet another extinct people, and that it had changed hands a number of times over the past hundred years. That was a description that could probably fit with most buildings that were over a few thousand years old.

Her explanation of the Jedi’s role, however, caught his attention quite a bit more. Since he apparently was one now, figuring out what he’d be spending the rest of his life doing was of at least some importance. Her explanation was basic, and it quickly lead into what he’d evidently be spending a lot of his time doing— learning. He gave her a simple nod in response.

As he was finally shown to his quarters, Laeonas gave it a quick once over. It was about as bland as one might imagine. It was roomier than most places he’d stayed in, with only his old studio on Brentaal and a few expensive motels matching it on that front. He didn’t even include his ship in that roster, as it was leagues ahead of anything he’d ever stayed in. He’d idly sit on his bed, laying back a bit.
“More comfy than tha medbay.”

The reminder to arrive in 20 would get a nod from him. “Seeya than.” Was all he’d say to her, not asking any more questions.


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Ephiny smiled at Laeonas question about what she did in the Library. It was the perfect opportunity for her to introduce the man to one of the paths that a Jedi could follow after they become a Knight. "As an Archivist, I do more than only read. I travel the Galaxy collecting knowledge for the Archives. An Archivist is responsible for translating, copying, and storing all new texts added to the Order's collection. We are Lore seekers too. " she explained to him, excitement was obvious in her voice. The Knight loved what she did, always seeking knowledge that would help the new generations of Jedi to learn new things.

"I have plans to do trips in the future. Would you like to come with me?" Ephiny never had company when she traveled collecting knowledge as an Archivist. She would like to have her Padawan there, and it could also be good for him to learn more. "We could turn it into a field class."

Ephiny decided to ignore what Laeonas meant by taking the books "These Holobooks have trackers. If one of them is taken from the Temple, the librarians will know. You can come here and ask for the holobooks, as many as you want. After you read, you need to give it back." Ephiny didn't say anything about how wrong it was to steal. A Jedi would never steal. She would teach the man about that. "Better return the holobook on time. You will not want a librarian furious with you."

The Archivist smiled after noticing how the man seemed excited with the Padawans training with their lightsabers. "There are four combat forms that a Jedi can use when fighting with a saber. Normally, a Jedi had a preferred form, but it's good to at least know how to do all of them."

After she left Laeonas on his new room, Ephiny went to her own. There she picked the material that she had selected for the first training session. It was obvious that the Brentalaan needed to control his destructive feelings or they would make him fall to the Darkness. While they were in the training yard, the Archivist had felt such feelings coming from him through the Force. It was brief and she decided to remain in silence. Due to that, she had decided to start teaching him how to not let these feelings control him.

She left her room and walked to the gardens. Since the padawans and younglings would be having classes for the rest of the day, the place would be calm and silent, perfect for what they were going to do. After she arrived at there, Ephiny sat on a stone bench and waited for Laeonas arrival.

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Ephiny's explanation of her job, or more broadly, what an "archivist" was, garnered some attention from the man. She sounded more like a collector, always on the move, taking things and bringing them back with her. It wasn't dissimilar from how he'd lived, constantly traveling from world to world. The most important difference was, obviously, that he didn't collect knowledge, but instead, credits. He did jobs; he hurt people, sold drugs. In truth, he couldn't help but cringe at his behavior. If he were supposed to be a Jedi, than such actions were, obviously, wrong.

Right?

The offer to go with his new teacher on trips caught his attention especially. He'd nod, excitement glimmering in his eyes-- before he'd frown. He remembered what had happened the last time he'd traveled, and the man let out a groan. A hand reached up to caress his temple, but nothing more. There wasn't an outburst, and the man began to take deep breathes, drawing on the exercises that Asadra had kept trying to impress into the man. He hadn't actually done it when she'd instructed-- much to her chagrin-- but he diligently employed them now.

The man finally shook his head, a slight frown still on his lips.
"Ai... don't wanna travel." He'd answer, pausing before he'd clarify, "Fer awhile." The man couldn’t imagine never leaving this world. He couldn’t imagine staying on any world… besides Brentaal. All his dreams ended there; in a palace he’d purchased for himself, his mother, and the multitude of people who’d attend to his every need.

He was distracted from his thoughts once Ephiny started speaking about the books. The placement of trackers reminded him of what happened the few times he’d tried stealing from larger department stores in the more affluent of Cormond’s commercial districts. The little plastoid trackers attached to some clothing or strung around a box would go off when he exited the store, and it wouldn’t take long for him to start being viciously beaten by either store guards, or cops called on him. The warning about a furious librarian sent a shiver down his spine, and upon the realization that they might be a jedi, he felt genuine fear.
“…got it.” He’d reply, not wanting to discuss the topic any further.

The transition to talking about the lightsaber forms was a much needed distraction for him. That there were several ways one could use a saber didn’t surprise him much. Anyone with a basic understanding of melee or hand to hand combat knew that there wasn’t just one technique you could use. Laeonas was intrigued by the movements of this one in particular; the jabs and cuts that differed so heavily from his broader slashing.

It was only after a solid minute of careful observation that Laeonas’ lips began to tug down. When he finally turned back to his teacher, he looked less than impressed.
“They’re so… rigid. They’re barely movin’, and when they do, it’s flat.” He’d lament, deriding the combat style he’d just witnessed. “What if someone starts shootin’ at ‘em? Or if someone starts movin’ quicker?” He’d continue, thankfully out of earshot of the practicing Jedi. “Don’t teach me laike th’at; no fight ‘Ai’ve been in ‘ad two schmucks orderly thwackin’ blades laike ‘ow they were. Teach me so Ai can move.” He’d ask, though really, it was a demand.

He didn’t spend nearly as much time in his room as he thought he would. There was a bit of wall staring and ruffling through his cabinet, but otherwise, he didn’t do anything. The ginger walk to the garden, however, became a bit of a mess. He didn’t know exactly where he was supposed to go, and so it took not twenty, but near thirty minutes to get there. By the time he did, Laeonas would walk in through an entrance opposite from where Ephiny had come in.


“AI don’t got a razor in mae fresher.” He lamented, sitting next to the Jedi with a pout.


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Laenoas was late. The man should have arrived at the gardens ten minutes ago. Ephiny was starting to become concerned, wondering if he had got lost inside the Temple. The Archivist was certain that she had explained to him how to walk through it, perhaps she should have been more careful with him. The man’s mind was still shaken due to what happened to him after Firrerre, he could have easily forgotten what she showed to him.

She was already going to search for him, when Laeonas finally arrived at the gardens. Ephiny smiled when he made the comment about the razor. His pout made him look like a small child that didn’t find his favourite candy “I’ll ask someone to get one for you.

Before we start your training, I think that we could have a conversation. As your Master and teacher, I don’t want you to see me as the one that will dump the knowledge for you to absorb. No, I want you to see me as someone that is there to guide you. A friend to whom you can always ask for help.” Ephiny smiled at him, she wanted to establish with him a bond through friendship and respect . The Archivist had learned that it was the best way to teach someone.

Follow me.” the Archivist rose from the stone bench and started to walk through the garden “The Jedi Order is an order of protectors of peace and life, united in their devotion to the light side of the Force. The Force is the energy field created by all life that connected everything in the universe.” she moved her arms across the garden, showing to Laeonas all the plants that were growing there. “The Force is present in all the living beings in this garden.

As Force-sensitives, we are capable of consciously sensing the Force. With this conscious sense we have the ability to harness it, accessing various Force powers.” then she approached a bush that had some buds. Ephiny closed her eyes and stretched her hand toward it. She focused on the buds, pouring the Force on them. Laeonas would be able to see them slowly opening. Soon, the bush would have new flowers. The Archivist rarely used Plant surge, so she was only able to make buds open in flowers and sprouts to grow. She wasn’t on the same level as Master Voran. However, she wanted to impress her Padawan.

After she finished her demonstration, Ephiny turned to Laeonas. “Before I teach such techniques, we need to work on your hatred. While we were in the training yard, I briefly felt a shadow coming from you through the Force. What did you think back there?

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The topic of his razor ended as quickly as it had been brought up, with his teacher politely accommodating his request. The man opened his mouth to reply, but he paused on the words. "...thank ya." He'd finally answered, forcing his lips up into a smile that approximated a look of gratitude. The gardens were empty, but if any saw them, they'd capture the distinct image of two humans, with one smiling like a moron, and the other-- a head shorter-- addressing him like a child. An image that would undoubtedly stick.

Laeonas' reaction to what the woman said next was, in every sense of the word, the opposite of how he'd responded to the last thing she'd said. Whereas Laeonas hadn't felt any gratitude, yet tried to make himself look grateful out of obligation, the man now felt surprised, but didn't make any effort to display it. He maintained the same, painfully fake smile as he listened to her. In his own mind, however, the man had been put in a figurative tail spin. He was still trying to grasp why she wanted to teach him; how could he comprehend wanting to be his friend?


"Why a friend?" He'd ask, finally breaking the fake expression as his teacher stood up and told him to follow. "Yer teachin' me... cause ya think Ai... need ta be taught..." He'd say aloud, trying to recall the exact reasoning she'd explained to him before. "...and cause ya think Ai need ta not turn t'tha dark side..." He'd continue on, before pausing. "But... what does th'at 'ave ta do with bein' mae friend?" The man would ask again, wracking his brain. "We've never drank t'gether! Ai've never drove ya 'ome when yer out'f it, Ai've never shared spice with ya, Ai aven't covered fer ya so ya could see someone ya wanted t'kri--" He'd drone on, listing all the many, many things that, in his experience, made someone his friend.

"...Ai didn't even think ya laiked me!" He'd finish, taking in a long, drawn out breathe of fresh air. All she'd said about the force, about the Jedi and their purpose-- it had come in the seconds before he'd started talking, when he was lost in thought about why she might want his friendship. His actual words had coincided with her work in the force, and it had been a momentary glance at the flowers beside them that stopped his current train of thought in it's tracks. His mouth, which had opened to speak, now hung slack as he watched the flowers quite literally bloom to life.

As the flowers finished their growth spurt, Laeonas remained silent for a few seconds. Any response to his questionings about friendship-- or her request for him to open up about his hate-- went to the wayside. He could respond to that when he was no longer transfixed. The man had seen so many different, varied uses of the force over the years. He'd seen the full extent of power that the technique his teacher had just demonstrated. Yet there'd been something about the simple creation of life that had left him utterly captivated.

Perhaps it was partially because of his mind still suffering from both trauma, and the methods by which he was healed. It made no difference to his response;


"...woah."

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Ephiny heard Laeonas list what in his opinion made someone a friend. The Archivist waited patiently for the man to finish what he was saying, before she spoke. “If I don't like you, do you think that I would have asked Master Voran to allow me to be your Master? I want to be your friend because trust will be important for your training and I don’t want you to feel alone at the Jedi Temple. I don't expect a friendship to start that fast, we need to know each other more before it happens.” she explained to him.

As I said to you before, my name is Ephiny Daivand. I was born on the planet of Uyter and I lived on my family’s farm with my parents, my older brother, my younger sister and my grandmother. I was fourteen years old when I joined the Jedi Order. I love writing and studying Galactic History and Jedi Lore.” Ephiny was revealing her past to him, hoping that it could be the first steps toward the creation of a friendship between them. “Would you like to introduce yourself properly?” the Archivist would ask him. If he didn't want to answer, she would say nothing. The Knight would not pressure him.

She smiled with Laeonas’ reaction to her demonstration of Plant surge. Again he looked like a child. But differently from early, when he was pouting because he didn’t find a razor on his refresh, now he looked like a child that was traveling through hyperspace for the first time. “It’s an example of what you can do with the Light side of the Force. This is a basic version of what Master Voran did to you on Jabiim.” she explained to him. The Archivist would watch how the Brentaalan would react to the memories of this moment.

With the Light side, you can do many wonderful things. I’ll teach you some of these abilities, but first we need to work in your anger.” Ephiny would walk toward the center of the garden and sit cross-legged on the grass. She would gesture to her Padawan to sit in front of her.

I felt a shadow coming from you through the Force, when we were at the training yards. Tell me, what did you think back there?” she said in a maternal voice, full of patience and not judgmental. Trying to comfort him at this moment, she would let understanding and peace flow through the Force, coming from her and going toward him. If Laeonas wanted to become a Jedi, he would need to learn how to deal with these emotions.

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The seconds ticked by, with Laeonas' attention slowly fading on the odd technique that his teacher had just performed. The words that had escaped Ephiny's lips had gone in one ear, and surprisingly, had stuck. Slowly, he'd turn back to her, recall her words, and respond, "Ai never met anyone who started out wantin' ta be mae friend." as if he hadn't just spent a minute staring at flowers. "It's... odd. Never done it laike 'ow yer suggestin' before." He'd add, not knowing what else to say on the matter.

The things she listed; about her life, about her family, they were in many ways unfamiliar to the man. That she described living with two parents, multiple siblings, and even a grandparent? He couldn't imagine living with more than him and his mother in his apartment. When she asked him to explain himself in a similar fashion, the man opened his mouth, shut it, than opened it again.
"Ai..." He'd begin, another pause coming in to play.

"...Mae Name's Laeonas... Tannaras. Ai was born on Brentaal in an apartment in Dejaal. Ai lived with mae ma fer all mae years there. She worked jobs, Ai stole from people. Than we both worked jobs, and than Ai joined gangs. We moved a lot. Ai was 18 when Ai left 'ome ta go out and get rich. Ai got rich after Ai went ta Mataou and stole beskar from 'an 'utt, than Ai sold it t'a real pissed mando. He paid me a lot. Than Ai spent some of it on mae ship. Skimped cash on pit droids. Than Ai wound up on some shitey planet with an evil witch. Dunno 'ow Ai escaped th'at." He'd explain, planning to go on, but losing track of his own words.

"...uh... anger?" He'd suddenly asked, picking up where he could remember. "Ai... got angry, yeah." He'd admit, frowning a little. "...Ai... Ai thought'f what Ai could do when Ai learned 'ow ta fight with a saber properly." The man confessed. "What Ai'd do t'tha Sith. T'tha scum'f tha galaxy." Laeonas clarified, frown only deepening as he spoke. "Ai thought'f 'ow Ai could punish 'em. 'Ow nobody's been able t'stop 'em. Th'at nobody was able t'stop..." The Brentaalan went on, before cutting off.

The human groaned as he brought a hand up to his temple, the throbbing returning in force. Laeonas took long, deep breathes, trying his best to work past the pain.
"...Ai stopped maeself from goin' down that route. Always makes me angry, 'ateful. It always 'urts." He'd whisper, shame coloring his expression. But as quickly as it dawned on him, it was replaced by something else. "But... it doesn't feel wrong." He'd whisper, before looking up at his teacher with what could only be described as righteous indignation. "Ain't it normal t'wanna 'urt those that'v 'urt ya? Ain't th'at just?" Laeonas asked, even though he knew that he wouldn't get the answer that he thought he wanted.

"Whenever Ai took from people, it was cus Ai needed it. Ai was never cruel fer it's own sake. When Ai was beaten though, Ai'd beat people. When people tried killin' me, Ai'd try ta kill 'em back. What's wrong with th'at?" He'd ask, even as he could still recognize the futility in the question. "People've... done me wrong. Ai got this name, but Ai've got nothin' ta show fer it. Th'at ain't right; a parent's supposed ta care a'bout their kid. They ain't supposed ta leave 'em with nothin'. People ain't supposed ta... people ain't supposed ta burn cities and kill everyone on a world either. Why's it wrong fer me ta 'ate 'em? Ai... ai know it feeds tha't dark side ya tell me about, but... why? Why's somethin' th'at feels so just so... so karkin' evil?"


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While Laeonas spoke about his life, Ephiny would smile, encouraging him to continue. Her smile would not falter, not even when the man started to talk about what he used to do to survive. The Archivist noticed that saying all of it was difficult for him, she could even notice how he seemed troubled by these memories.

Laeonas was even more troubled when he explained to Ephiny what he felt and his struggles with the Dark side. The Archivist would not reprimand him or scream with him that he was a lost case, even when the Brentaalan said how he didn’t see as wrong when he killed someone that wronged him. The woman would continue looking at him, now in a maternal way.

When he finished, the Archivist would turn to the bush that she had made bloom. The Knight was thinking what she could say for the man, while at the same time digesting all of this information. His questions were difficult to find proper answers, but Ephiny would give him the best answer that she could find.

After some time thinking, she would finally talk. “It’s wrong because you would be killing them to satisfy your revenge. Revenge is one of the feelings that act as fuel to the Dark Side. Yes, we Jedi sometimes kill our foes, but it’s only as a last resort. Most of the time, try to capture them alive, so they can face justice.” she explained, hoping for him to understand what she was trying to say. “Laeonas, you will never destroy the Darkness by doing the same things that they do. It’ll corrupt and destroy you. Only through the Light can we defeat it.

You had a difficult life and made some terrible things to survive through it. However, all of it is in the past. There is a saying by an ancient Jedi master from the time of the High Republic. He used to say that yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present. In the past you killed, stole and hurt other people, all of that is horrible. But now, in the present, you have the chance to change. Are you going to repeat what you did in the past or use this gift to change?” now she would be looking directly at his eyes, Ephiny wanted to know what he would want.

I know that in face of all the injustice and evil in the Galaxy, it’s impossible to not have hate. We Jedi are also affected this way, but we don’t allow these dark feelings to dominate us. I’ll teach you how to do that.” she said, smiling at him.Did you use the holodiscs that I gave to you in Jabiim? Always that these feelings come to you, I want you to meditate. Feel the living Force around you, connect with the creatures that are around you, animals and plants. Then, release this Darkness. Never allow it to dominate you.


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