Meditation Garden.

With my blue robes flapping behind me I make my way briskly through the meditation gardens of the Corellian Jedi academy, nodding politely to those who offered greetings as I made my way toward the Jedi I happen to be looking for today. It doesn't take too long to locate him in one of the academy's small gazebos seeming to have a tea time conversation with his former master. I feel bad about ruining the moment briefly before remembering that time is of the essence and approach the gazebo nodding politely to the two jedi. Master K'Mogh, Knight Dar'Toral, I'm sorry to interrupt your tea however I require Knight Dar'Toral if the two of you do not mind. I gesture for the big Coynite Jedi to follow me as I give another nod to his former master and then spin around and begin to head back toward the academy proper. If you'll follow me please. I am not normally so abrupt with the other jedi of Corellia however time may be of the essence and I want to at least be moving toward the hangar as we talk.

Still uncertain about the choice her family made on her behalf, Riyo Cho stepped lightly off of the cruiser that had brought her here, to the Jedi academy on Corellia. The wizened, berobed Cerean that was her guide followed soon after. “I will take you to the Knight that will be your Master,” he told her, “A coynite who was brought here under much the same circumstances as you. He is called Dar’Toral.”

Barely listening, she muttered some noncommittal acknowledgement as she took in the unsurprisingly minimalist decor of the hangar around her. All of the unused open space made the place seem so bleak. And yet, somehow, she would have to regard this as home for… well, she didn’t know how long.

The so-called emergent abilities that had prompted her delivery into the Jedi fold did not seem, to her, to be worth such trouble. But the Cerean, A-Mar Aleri, came to observe her, and disagreed. He told her parents that her abilities exhibited ‘an interesting potential’ and that she needed training and discipline to develop them further. She remembered the gleam in her father’s eyes upon hearing the news, and how obviously delighted her mother looked. Until her, there had not been any force sensitives in their family for a few generations, despite how ardently the Cho family revered it.

And so, she’d been carted off like livestock to be indoctrinated into discipleship of a cause she had no real belief in. Blessed be.

Now, A-Mar Aleri was busy droning on about the temple’s history as they started moving away from the cruiser. He seemed completely unbothered by whether or not anyone was listening to him.

In the meanwhile, she studied anyone and everyone they passed. More often than not, they wore the robes that seemed to be the Jedi uniform of sorts. Sometimes, she found her open stare returned. Sometimes, she was completely ignored. Aleri, however, seemed to be a person of some significant notoriety within this temple. He was greeted warmly by everyone.

And it was just as her initial fascination was finally losing its bloom that her guide startled her with a sudden, “Aha!” Blinking, she refocused on Aleri to see him waving down an approaching pair. “Dar’toral!” he called, seemingly referring to the far, far taller of the two, “Just the one I’m looking for! And Master Frantz! Good to see you!”

Grabbing her arm, the Cerean pulled her over towards the two. “Do you mind delaying for just a moment or two?”

Aleri chuckled warmly at the taller Jedi. “I certainly hope you will help in the physical training of your new padawan, Dar’Toral. Riyo Cho, here, is just newly arrived from Pantora.”

And then she was finally released as the venerable Cerean gestured for her to introduce herself. “As M-Master Aleri says,” she stammered, unused to using such titles, “I am Riyo Cho.” Then, remembering her father’s instruction, she bowed slightly to the pair of Jedi before her as if she were greeting them in the senate building.

Aleri continued, “I’ve observed and tested her. She has natural ability, but she is undisciplined. Master K’Mogh is confident, however, that you will guide her well.”

With that, Master A-Mar Aleri smiled and went on his way, leaving her standing awkwardly in his wake. After a beat, she spoke: “Please,” she said, “You and—Master Frantz, was it?—were obviously on your way somewhere. I’m not sure if it is customary to do so as a new… padawan, but I will be happy to follow along as you two go about your business. I do not mean to interrupt.”

Danger, he said, as if he was talking about the weather.

With an inward sigh, she accepted the d’skar he offered with respect before answering. “My father is a diplomat and a senator,” she told him, matter-of-factly, “so I’ve only seen battle through that capacity. Far removed from any fighting. But I am versed enough in self-defense. Nevertheless, I shall do as you bid… Master.”

The appellation still felt odd on her tongue, but she supposed it was her new lot in life to get used to it.

*Roma had many a comment on the architecture of the Academy, enthralled by how different this Temple's interior was compared to Felucia's. Morgan humored her as they followed Niam, the Arkanian holding a datapad as they navigated the halls towards the gardens.

Once they reached their destination, Roma took a mere moment to take in the sight before her before she darted off towards a nearby plant, examining it curiously. Sylvie followed after her, appreciating the greenery with her. Morgan remained standing with Niam, Koda, and Laney, taking the latter's hand and smiling at her.*

"Seem familiar to you?" *the half-Zeltron asked.

Morgan shook her head, glancing around.* "Not really. Last time I was here was too long ago... and I don't think we stayed long."

*Laney smiled.* "Then I guess we can get to know this place together."

"Guess so." *She smiled back.*

=C3-P9=
Forty-three seconds before the appointed time, the academy's silvery protocol droid exited the halls of the Corellian Jedi, and began to make his way through the meditation garden, expertly making the most efficient use possible of the curved and meandering paths and walkways as he searched for his visitors. His servomotors hummed softly and in timed unison, evidence of the effectiveness of the oil bath he had enjoyed earlier in the day. He passed Knight Starfield, who appeared to be deep in meditation, and, rounding a large, thickly-branched sweet-smelling Naboo pine tree, he found himself face to face with a young girl and an older woman. Behind them, four other adults of various races were waiting.

Greetings, my new friends. Cee-Three addressed them in his prissiest voice. And welcome to the Corellian Academy. I trust that your trip from Felucia was smooth? Leaving no time for a response to this question, he looked down at the child. You must be Roma. I've been looking forward to meeting you.

*The presence of a droid wasn't surprising to Roma; it was addressing her by name that caught her off-guard, causing her to jump to her feet with a gasp.* "H-how'd you know?!" *she asked, taking a step back.

Sylvie laughed as she also stood, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder.* "Chill out, chica, we dropped him a line before we left."

*Morgan furrowed her brows and leaned in close to Laney.* "I thought you said she 'caught up' with lingo."

"She did," *Laney replied.* "Now she does it on purpose.

*Niam stepped forward, giving the droid a polite nod of the head.* "Niam Althacorr. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

*Roma only seemed mildly calmer, though still she asked,* "Why did you want to meet me?"