OOC note: Open to Jedi and their allies
Zerath Eblon knew that he had failed. He had been one of the defenders on Lothal- perhaps the defense's best chance at victory over the Mandalorians- and he had found himself outmaneuvered by the invaders. Now, the storied planet lay under the heel of the Mandalorians, who had appeared with nothing less than an invasion force. Zerath felt responsible for the loss of the planet. Worse, Senator Cal Starros lay dead; killed defending his homeworld. Zerath felt responsible for that, too.
Exactly how he'd managed to slip away in the aftermath of the battle was still somewhat of a mystery to the Jedi Knight. His lightsaber had been taken, but otherwise he had been left alone- not even detained. Either the Mandalorians didn't know what to do with him, or there had been so many bodies that they didn't bother to check. Given the chaotic aftermath of what had clearly been a bloody invasion, Zerath feared that the truth was closer to the second outcome.
Now, a couple weeks later, the Jedi Knight had returned to Yavin IV. He'd shared his account of the battle with the Council, and his body had more or less healed. His spirit, on the other hand, was burdened by the loss of the planet and its people; the pleading face of the mother killed in cold blood was visiting his dreams far more often than he cared to admit. Another person he had failed.
Try as he might, Zerath couldn't change the past. He could also do little about the present, so he put his focus on the future; the future of the Order and, so he believed, the future of the galaxy. Spurred on by the advice of the Council he reported to, Zerath had reluctantly agreed to teach a pop-up class on fighting Mandalorians- the very task he himself had failed at. Now, surveying the attendees who numbered a little more than a dozen, Zerath did his best to not let his self-doubts get the better of him. There were lessons to be learned in every situation, especially losses. But had he learned anything of value to pass on?
"Welcome."