Dining Hall

Johun just sat a minute contemplating the man's story. This kid sounded like he had some Sith training. It told one of great skill to kill a Terentatek. No, Johun believed this story, and knew he had to find this "ghost".

Where on Felucia, did your friend drop the boy off at? And how long ago?

Hopefully it hadn't been terribly long, less the boy not even be on F0elucia anymore. Johun definitely wouldn't be able to distinguish him there, as Felucia held a strong DarkSide presence. He need to a starting point, and a time frame.

Johun nodded. Good, maybe he didn't stray too far from the Jedi outpost there. Hopefully they saw him, and recognized his, uniqueness. Johun knew he had to leave straight away. He took a data pad out of his robes, and sent a message to Arnie, his R9 Astromech droid.

Arnie, load the Patronus into the cargo bay of the Libero and prep for departure, we are going to Felucia.

Well, I plan on going to Felucia to find this boy. If what your friend told you is true, then he may pose a threat to the native population of Felucia. At the very least I would like to speak to him about who he is and where he originates from.

Johun stood, and slightly bowed to the pilot. Johun headed for the door, but spoke to the man as he left.

I certainly appreciate your story. May the Force be with you.

Jade had looked up as Johun Starfield passed Terra and herself. The last she'd seen of him had been on Carida. A brief nod acknowledged his presence although as he headed off and shortly ended up in conversation with someone else, she didn't say anything. Instead, she munched away on her salad, washing the bland food down with equally bland water.

I smiled over at Terra, wondering how best to offer to continue her training without making it seem like I was 'taking over.' That was the last thing I wished to do. Serrin Roma and I went way back, before she'd even been awarded the famous Corellian Bloodstripe. In fact, I'd be more than happy to see her again, and the sooner the possible. I would not mind discussing a few matters of my own with her.

"Well, Terra, the question seems to be your own for answering. What do you wish to do in the matter of your further training?" Jade sipped from her glass, replaced it on the table, then leaned her chin upon her hand, elbow on the table, as she looked across at Terra Kiros. "Until such a time as Serrin reappears, I am willing to do what I can for you, if you so desire."

Jade considered for a few moments as she took another crunchy bite of salad. Then, she set down her silverware and looked over at Terra, unsure whether it would help to ask about the events of the past few days or not. Besides, such a question might provoke a similar query from Terra, and the older woman was not yet sure how she would answer that. It would definitely bring up more than one issue in a grey area, something the padawan probably didn't need at this point in time. She reached up to affix her gold and jet hairsticks a touch more firmly in place, not that they were about to fall out or anything, she simply was still a bit bowled over by the knowledge of what they contained. She picked up her glass and took a drink of water before replacing it between the two of them.

"Well, I believe you have completed two of the traditional Trials: Skill and Insight? Did Serrin mention any plans for your continued training?" She thought back to her own Trials, definitely not traditional, and more recently to a series of highly involved Trials back on Naboo. Still, that was decades ago. In fact, she and Terra really hadn't talked much since that initial conversation when Ralph had joined them shortly after arriving on Corellia. Maybe it would be easiest to go back to the beginning and figure things out from there. "What brought you to the life of a Jedi, Terra? Specifically, to this academy on Corellia."

"That's fine. Moving on though, where you do feel that your training has so far led you?" She thought that Terra might have an inkling of where Serrin was leading things, once she got passed the trauma that Jade had called up in her memory. After this she'd go look up Serrin's files and see if her old friend still documented things. It would speed up this process greatly. Jade considered Terra across the table, gloved fingers tapping the edge of her half-empty glass. The padawan did not, on the surface at least, exhibit much anticipation of what the future might hold. And, all too soon perhaps the Mandalorian Jihad might turn towards Corellia. A furrow appeared between her eyebrows, "How comfortable are you with combat? By this point I would guess you have a good working knowledge of forms I and III?"

Jade grimaced understandingly. Despite the Order's habitual insistence upon the importance of Soresu, she had several problems with it. "I have never gotten along with it either, Terra. Soresu is useful for buying time and that is about it. On its own, Form III is liable to get you killed in an actual combat situation. I have found a more direct approach to work better," she realized naturally that this was often not a welcome opinion among the more experienced members of the Jedi Order as it skated a bit closer to the Dark Side than they were comfortable with. But, having come this far, Jade was familiar with her limitations and outlook upon life. She'd tried a stint of traditionalism, and it left her feeling empty and unsatisfied. She was much more at peace with herself now that she'd accepted herself for what she was and stopped trying to fit into a cookie-cutter mold.

Terra seemed a bit diffident, and in Jade's experience, combat training at least was something most padawans tended to enjoy, at least initially since it encompassed the more glamourous aspects of Jedi-hood. She wondered what the young woman was holding back, but she was confident she'd figure it out in time.

Jade looked up at Terra directly, momentarily uneasy about something. "It comes easy" the padawan had advanced as one of her reasons for choosing Form IV. It jangled on Jade's nerves like a bell that was just a hair off balance. She blinked. It probably was nothing. "Well, after dinner settles, let's see where you're at." Though it was a statement, she pitched it as a suggestive interrogative. She and Terra hadn't yet had time to forge as close a bond as she and Serrin had had, and they were still getting to know each other.

It had been a long time since Jade tried to reach out with someone so different from herself. Terra was young and so shy that she seemed to belong to an entirely different generation, which in fact was literally true, but in this case felt a bit more so. She'd just have to hope that the Force wouldn't lead her wrong and she'd be able to help Terra Kiros along her chosen path within the Jedi Order. She would have guessed that the padawan might choose the more peacelike "Insular" route, leading perhaps to a career in Healing. But, her fondness for Ataru might indicate a preference for a path more along the lines of the traditional Sentinel or Guardian classes. Soon enough now, she'd find out. "Take your time. There is no need to hurry at this point," she replied calmly. Wolfing down a meal followed by vigorous exercise was a quick way to indigestion and perhaps more serious internal issues later, potentially even culminating in those 'internal' issues becoming 'external.' She occupied the time by finishing her salad and water. It was spartan, tonight she'd eat more heartily.