The Jungles of Yavin IV
The Jedi Grandmaster's call to arms had and continued to be a controversial issue within the Order, even amongst some of its eldest members. Essentially, she had declared war and had decided to take the fight to the Sith Empire rather than waiting to fall back on the defensive as they had in the past. War would always be a dirty word, but so long as the Grandmaster stood for the light, Samara would stand with her. This war was never going to be won on the defensive, always two steps behind the Empire, not so long as the Sith were larger and stronger, and they were. To protect the worlds that remained free, the Jedi would need to start liberating, not just defending.
Ever since, training had ramped up. Practically overnight. Padawans were being prepared for war, for the battles that laid ahead of each and every one of them. They were expected to fight and train like Knights instead of Padawans. Admittedly, there were moments when the Chalactan resented her instructors for the grueling hours and for their dogmatic methods, but she couldn't deny the necessity that drove it all, and perhaps even the concern they harbored for the future and safety of each and every student.
There was nothing like an early morning workout to clear your head and focus your mind for the day that laid ahead. This was Samara's favorite time of the day, when she felt most in tune with herself and at one with the Force and with the nature that surrounded her. The sun was beginning to peak over the eastern horizon, its warm rays filtering through the trees as birds welcomed the new day with song. Students were just now getting up and milling about the temple, the majority of them still too groggy to wander out into the jungle until they'd eaten breakfast.
Beads of sweat lined the Chalactan's forehead as she reached for her water bottle, tossed carelessly to one side of the clearing along with her dataphone and portable music player. @SlagathorTheUnknown