Hera Albion sat quietly at a small café in the capital city of the planet Lorrd. The capital city was also named, unironically, Lorrd City. Hera personally thought that to be the most uncreative name for a capital, but she had no say in its selection any more than any sentient alive did. A Padawan was supposed to be meeting her here soon, the instructions for the meeting location had been very specific as well in order to prevent confusion.
Another Padawan who, to Hera's knowledge, did not possess a single master. Sipping the small, dark cup of caf in her hands, Hera allowed her thoughts to drift. Yavin had recently fallen and many Padawans found themselves without a guide in these trying times. However, Hera discovered that even more had been practicing in the woodwork without any guidance at all. How many young men and women found themselves trying to navigate what was left of the Jedi Order's teachings completely alone?
The Jedi philosophy wasn't something that Hera was particularly well learned in, but that lack of knowledge came from a basis of having never had a Master herself. Of course, the order had older Knights and Masters who supervised groups of Padawans, but that was no different than having an absentee parent. A being to pop in from time to time, scold the child, then kriff off. Not a relationship built on trust or respect, but one of necessity.
Shaking her head, the Arkanian adjusted the goggles over her eyes and sipped her caf once more. 'No more,' she thought, 'we will see if this Padawan enjoys my company. If so, I will take on another young learner. This mission is an excellent test as well, being primarily of a diplomatic nature.'
