Old and Young

[Mr. Crunchy]

Neelu walked into the chambers of the High Council for the fast time in over five hundred years. The ancient Jedi Knight walked slowly as per usual, her robes floating around her as if caught in some kind of light breeze. She had come before the High Council to discuss the padawanship of a young force-sensitive she had met on Tython.

She walked right to the centre of the chambers and bowed deeply. "Masters," She said respectfully.

 

[Will]

This was a matter of training in the order, and had therefore drawn the attention of Huang Karasu, the order's swordmaster, and head of training.

''Knight. What brings you before us?''

 

[Lucid]

Seamus was exceedingly displeased. He had not traveled all the way from Alderaan to attend a council meeting only to have the person who requested it stall for effect. Introductions were useless. The Council was the most conceited group of beings in the galaxy, priding themselves on knowing before it happened. Seamus knew that this was going to take a long time.

"Well, don't just stand there with your mouth open catching flitnats," he said contemptuously, "if you have something to say, say it, or leave us alone."

 

[Mr. Crunchy]

Neelu felt the impatience in the council members. How very... uncouncil-like of them.

"It is a matter regarding the training of a student I met on Tython. He is seventeen years of human age... such an old age. He has not grew up amongst the Jedi and has no idea about us, yet he is Force Sensitive and willing to join us. I fear if we do not save him then the Dark Jedi shall find him," She said slowly, completely serenely.

 

[Lucid]

"Must you stall so? I have a dozen things I'd rather be doing...one would be quelling civil disturbance on Alderaan. Give his name, whatever the hell he did wrong and what you want us to do about it or leave."

Seamus was not impressed.

 

[Mr. Crunchy]

Neelu almost chuckled. Humans, so fickle. This one, more so. "His name is Menio. He has been in employment of the Republic previously... some kind of Special Operations Commando or something from what I could gather,"

 

[Will]

''I would recommend against training. He is too old. He has already been moulded by other hands. To open him back up to the force may be dangerous.''

Huang pondered.

''But, I feel it is at your disgression. If you wish to try and train this man, then so be it. That is my view on the matter.''

 

[Lucid]

"Try it out," said Seamus, with a good deal less hostility now that they had reached some sort main point, "If it doesn't work or does not go as planned, we have ways to contend with that. He's only seventeen. I was older when I finally received a master."

The tiny man grimaced at the slip...he didn't like mentioning his wayward past, but the cat was out of the bag now.

OOC: LOL RANDOM TURN IN A FORGOTTEN THREAD!