(OOC: Open to 2 to 4 Jedi Padawans)
The galaxy was, as always, at war.
Wilvick pondered this, as he stood atop the temple on Yavin, staring at the luminous orange gas giant overhead. As a Padawan, Keira had insisted that he be familiar with the history of the galaxy. At the time, he hadn't bothered to ask why, because he thought that he'd understood: to know history was to ensure that it didn't repeat. That was, for all intents and purposes, the importance of the past. Scholars and academics would agree with that.
Yet, history did repeat. Time and time again, the Jedi and the Sith met on the battlefield, and blood was shed. Lives were lost. Planets shattered. One side would recede; be defeated. Then, for a while, the galaxy would experience a sliver of peace, even if it were a fragile one at best. Then, eventually, the losers would return many years later, having rebuilt themselves or found one last hope and...
And inevitably, the galaxy would find itself right back in the cycle of violence. Just like the times they were in right now.
Wilvick allowed himself to sigh, and then let it go. Today was not a day for philosophy. Today, the young Jedi Knight would find himself in the role of a teacher for the first time in his life. He was too young, he thought, and too inexperienced to be a proper mentor. He lacked the wisdom, skill, and power of the masters that should have been here, instructing in his place.
But the Order had fallen on... tough times. Everyone was needed, and a Jedi's life was service. There were Padawans in need of education, and even if he was far from the best swordsman, Wilvick was qualified enough to teach them the basics. He had always felt a calling to the art of lightsaber combat, despite the fact that he loathed having to draw his weapon. Perhaps his disdain for violence even made him the best candidate to teach this class.
So, he waited without complaint. He wore his usual brown robes, lightsabers hanging from his belt, with his back to the stairs that led to the top of his platform.
"How do I even approach this..."
Perhaps he was a little nervous.