Mace Jar'Kel's Training (Master: Corina Linar)

[Synthetic]

The Tomb of Knowledge, home to the archives of the Ospion Guardians, was spectacular in grandeur yet not nearly as vast as the Jedi Archives back on Ossus. Even so, Mace still felt at home. He walked out of the Tomb of Knowledge, his brown hood hanging over his head. As he walked towards the training sector, to train with his master, Corina Linar, his brown eyes took in the amazing stonework of the enclave. He enjoyed the peaceful coolness of the architecture that graced the halls; the architecture was much more intricate that that of the Jedi Temple, in his opinion. Or maybe he just preferred the stonework of the enclave.

His boots echoed throughout the halls as they hit the stone floor. It was still very early in the morning, and it seemed as if he were the only one within the training sector. Not knowing where he would begin training first, the young Ospion Guardian sat on a bench near a hearth in the main chamber of the training sector. Needless to say, Mace was anxious to begin training once again with his master.

 

[Ols]

Corina herself had been meditating in the depths of the enclave. She had not seen her padawan since his own trek from the Jedi Order, yet when she had heard the young consul had at once assigned him to herself for training, and instructed him to being at once. She felt him approach through the halls and she stood up from her meditations, and turned to pick up her cloak. Today she had opted to wear loose fitting black trousers and a white t-shirt. As usual she did not wear boots, but she had also left her sandals in her quarters, preferring to walk across the enclave barefoot, as she had once done in the halls of the Jedi. As she stood the black nail varnish on each of her pale white toes glimmered in the dim light offered in the enclave. Her fingernails shone likewise. She picked up her cloak, which was fairly lightweight and black. She put it on and raised the hood, before padding gently across the cold stone floors and out of the meditations chamber. Her purple eyes roved across the many padawans and guardians rushing this way and that, before her eyes rested on her own apprentice. She merely looked at him as though to gain his attention, and after a gentle tug in the force to make sure he looked, motioned him to come and stand before her. When he arrived she turned on her heel and walked back to the training room, removed her cloak and sat cross legged on the floor and indicating for him to do the same. Then she merely said, "Mace. Why did you decide to come?"