Base Dormitories

"Fleeing from death is something we have in common." Dand said with a light laugh. "I must confess I myself don't like the openness either. I was born...uh...on a ship, more or less. No home-world, not...really." Not exactly the truth, but it wasn't like she'd be able to sense the lie due to his species. "What makes you go to the Jedi? A big change from Coruscant and, uh, living on the edge as it were." Why was he so on edge with her? He should be trying to crawl into that shower with her. Perhaps she struck a chord a little too close for home...too close indeed.

"A problem? Vague and mysterious. I assume that its related to your somewhat disheveled appearance and underfed proportions..." Sitting, Dand laughed a little at himself. "Why not join the Jedi? Not that I'd advocate it. Messy business and all."

"You'd need training of course...there are also standards of behavior. Modesty is a good start." Dand averted his eyes best as he could, but eventually gave up altogether - the pretext of averting his gaze feeling more obvious and lecherous than just accepting the fact the young woman ran around others naked. "And, love, a cooler. Rancid meat is the death of civilization!"

Meat or modesty - one or the other. Dand decided to pick his battles. She was, however, surprisingly skilled in the force. "Impressive for the untrained...have you sought teaching before? Or is this more talent you 'learned'?" Shaking his head, Dand put his feet up on the nearby table, careful to avoid nudging any of the weapons and armors out of place. Inwardly, he had to wonder to the woman's motivations though...why was she here? What was this mysterious problem she had? To seek out the Jedi, it had to be something reasonably dangerous. "And no...no point if your not done."

"I'm sure." Dand fell silent at that, contemplating the young woman. Then, uncharacteristically, divulged a little of himself. "Jedi don't tend to lie - I do, and its one of my more annoying faults. I grew up on a beautiful planet. But a...war...tore it apart. I came to the Jedi to learn how to live - not with the war, but with myself. You seem like me in this respect. So...what do you really need the Jedi for?" Inwardly, Dand snorted at the lapse in judgement - well, that's how he felt about it anyway. A lapse in judgement. The past was the past. Nothing could change it. Better to look forward, look forward and not look back.

Dand's brow furrowed at that. He wasn't an exemplary Jedi by any stretch of the imagination - nor a legendary one. But, he knew enough to understand what was going on. Fractured presences, life force remnants, subconscious manifestations made by the woman's own mind in response to the exposure. Any of these were valid scenarios. "Crystals? Were did you find them? What do they say, or look like?" Dand paused in his questions, before rubbing the back of his head, ruefully. "I am a Jedi you know. I may or may not be able to help."

"Oh...this complicates things somewhat." Dand was careful not to touch the crystals, instead using little bits of force push to nudge them around. Eventually, he simply shook his head. "These are called Holocrons. Jedi and Sith create them to carry vast amounts of information, often secret information. They are typically imbued with the force, and, the more powerful ones anyway, typically have a segment of their creators consciousness within them. They act as gatekeepers to restrict access, or, in other cases, defense mechanisms. It is likely that two of these gatekeepers have become lodged in your mind somehow. That, or you yourself have become bound to the Holocrons."

Dand grew quiet, considering his options. He should, honestly, report her to the council, or to a proper knight. However...another option entered his mind. It was likely she would be resistant to the heavy handed tactics of the Jedi. The fact was she was old, well, older, than most padawans. That affected the chances of her becoming trained. With that out the window, the Jedi would likely have to sever the ties between her and the vestiges by force - and they certainly wouldn't let a potential Sith consciousness well enough alone. Dand, though, specialized in mental manipulation and mind altering techniques; well, had a knack for them, really. He could...

No. No that was ridiculous.

But was it? She had come out practically naked, and he had barely noticed - instead being more concerned for her own problems. THAT had to be a miracle. Or the force. Was this the universes way of telling the flighty Dand to teach what he knew? He disliked the very idea of it. But, then, if he was a Jedi...wasn't it his duty to, at the least, teach a potential student some self control?

"Ok. Look. More than likely, removing the presences would be painful, and even deadly...especially two of them. A far better option would be training you to strengthen your mind, controlling your power, and then having you yourself manage and deal with them. You have the power to do that. If you were trained. Your age being what it is, though, and given your rough and violent background," He paused to nod at her weapons. "Most Jedi would be wary of taking you on as a Padawan - an apprentice. But...I would do it. I'm not crazy about it, but I came from a hard background as well...I think if anyone has a chance of teaching you, it would be me."

He held up a hand.

"It won't be easy. There's no half-assing this. Your skills in survival will you get you far...but you will have to learn brand new skills, and even unlearn entire skills, in order to master yourself. In the end, if your successful, you will have access to far more control and abilities than you do now - and, more importantly, the ability to bring about positive change in this universe."

Dandleion physically recoiled from the word "master" as if the utterance was coated in something foul smelling. "I'm not anywhere near THAT old yet. 'Teacher' will do fine, as I did with my own before me." Dand stood, dusting off his pants briefly, before gesturing to the woman's weapons and armor. "There are a few rules...to wear Jedi robes, or some form of Jedi-esque clothing being one of them. I care not the color or material or style - but it should distinguish you as one of us. A single braid in your hair, preferably interwoven with beads or cloth of green and gold, the colors of the Dandelion Knights. This braid is the padawan braid, and is symbolic of your training - it shall be removed when you become knighted. As for the weapons...carry only your sabers. Perhaps the pistol as well. Under my tutelage we shall adhere to the strict doctrine of defense over offense...your reliance in the force must be developed over your reliance on weaponry." Dand waved a hand through the air, turning on his heel, and shook his head slowly. "As for me, I need to gather a few things. Meet me in the dining hall - see if they can get your rat cooked while your at it." And, with that, Dand left the room and walked the halls to find his own room, muttering to himself all the while. Aye, a Padawan - this would complicate the merry man's agenda indeed!