Tolark turns to Tersh, "I, for one, was unaware that anyone had been lying to the parents of our students. That is something that bears investigating later. As for the Rodian boy, his anger, then, sounds reasonable. We shall do what we can to help him work through it. However, what is concerns us more than what could have been, and I will operate under the assumption that the mothers death was unavoidable."
Tolark rises from his seat. "Vassa seems in relatively good spirits, and Sol impressed me as somewhat wary. Both should make adiquate students. Zeth worries me, holding as much anger as he does. The seeds of hatred for the Jedi lie within him." He moved to lean against the wall, stretching his knees.
I agree with you, Tolark. I would not like to be responsible in helping to train a Fallen Jedi. If that Rodian boy has hatred for the Jedi, we would need to know of it. If he can't learn to let go of that hatred then we can not nuture his ability to manipulate the force.
Tersh clears his throat before speaking.
"I will watch over this rodian boy. Maybe our simialr loss of parentage can allow me to get through to the lad."
"You are right, I suspect, that you would understand where his heart lie better than the rest of us. I wish you an easier time in doing so than I expect you will recieve."
'The anger that boy has in himself may be reverted if he learn to understand our ways and motives' 'we do know how long time it takes to fully understand the Jedi call do we not?' 'We must anyways learn more about these childs' he turns to face Master Artharias 'Master could you tell us more about this meeting you are attending? what could make this gathering happen? Maybe you have heard some whispers lately, or has this event present itself abruptly?'
'The anger that boy has in himself may be reverted if he learn to understand our ways and motives' 'we do know how long time it takes to fully understand the Jedi call do we not?' 'We must anyways learn more about these childs' he turns to face Master Artharias 'Master could you tell us more about this meeting you are attending? what could make this gathering happen? Maybe you have heard some whispers lately, or has this event present itself abruptly?'
Tersh takes another sip of his coffee. Finished, he puts the cup down and sighs.
"I beleive some explanation is in order, Master. If we're going to be in charge of this academy, whe should at least know what this meeting is about. And I mean the truth, not jsut what we're telling the students, assuming we even bother letting them know." He scowls at this.
"It seems they are still young and unshaped. For now, it is best to observe, and vigilantly. However... I noticed something odd... a disturbance in the force, though a small one. It might warrant further investigation. I don't know who it came from though..."
"Interesting," Atharias says. "I think you may be on to something, Instructor Milius. I encourage your vigilance."
Tyren said:
"Jodan, do you have some connection to that human boy? The sight of him seemed to make you very uncomfortable. If you do know each other, or share any kind of connection, we need to know about it."
Jodan looks at Tyren for several seconds, composing himself. "I've never seen that boy before--he could only be ten or eleven years old, at most, and I've been here, at the academy, longer than that. But..." Jodan trails off, unsure of himself.
"Jodan, continue." Once again, Master Atharias' expression is completely unreadable, although his voice is firm as he speaks to the young instructor.
"Yes, master. I sensed something from the child, although I am not sure how to explain it. I felt...fear, I think, although I don't believe it was his fear. I...I've never sensed anything quite like it." Jodan stares at the ceiling as he struggles with his explanation, his hands kept close to his side. Atharias watches him closely, then exchanges a glance with Tyren.
OOC (Tyren):
You sense that Jodan is not revealing everything that he sensed.
Tersh said:
"It says here that the rodian boy's mother was killed in the rescue. Is it not possible that the boy is angry that those who saved him killed his mother while doing so?" He puts the datapad down. "Was it truely necessary to kill the boy's mother? Could we not have come up with a more peaceful solution? And if not, was it absolutely necessary to tell the young lad the bad news? I mean, we have already lied to one of our rich student's parents, have we not?"
"Calm yourself, Instructor Tersh," Atharias says with a slight frown. "Master Rak, the Jedi who brought Zeth to us, stopped on the child's planet in order to mediate between several powerful Rodain families who were on the verge of war. In the end, he was unsuccessful, but he did manage to remove Zeth from the planet before the violence overtook his family. It was unlikely that Zeth's mother would have survived, and Rak felt it was best to be honest with the child about this. If Zeth blames the Jedi for the situation on his home planet, then he is severely mistaken, and we will do out best to correct him."
"As to your other comments, Instructor Tersh, I have but two things to say:" Atharias fixes his gaze on Tersh, but it is obvious his words are meant for the entire room. "If you have a disagreement or other issue with the way in which the Academy handles its students, then I would hope that you would bring that issue to me and the other instructors in a straightforward fashion, rather than allowing your emotions to fester and turn dark. While there will always be injustices that offend us, it is important that we remember to bring such things into the light. When shared, our angers and fears lose much of their power." Atharias smiles. "In a way, that is exactly what this upcoming gathering of Jedi is about--but I digress."
"Secondly, I am aware of the issue that you specifically refer to: Derryl Vandenboom. His is an unusual case--rarely are the parents of one of our students so...involved. And I do not feel as though their involvement has been a positive one for him. It is a situation that is frought with complexities, and while I have been attempting to mediate with the parties in question, I have met with only minor success." Atharias looks down, humbly. "It is, of course, an issue I would appreciate your counsel on."
Tersh said:
"I will watch over this rodian boy. Maybe our simialr loss of parentage can allow me to get through to the lad."
"As you feel best, Instructor Tersh," Atharias says, aprovingly. "I would ask only that you do not take this duty upon yourself alone--please partner with one of the other Instructors in order to oversee Zeth's training."
Xual said:
"Master could you tell us more about this meeting you are attending? what could make this gathering happen? Maybe you have heard some whispers lately, or has this event present itself abruptly?"
Atharias nods at Xual and Nor, then widens his eyes at Tersh's comment. "Tersh...please remain calm. I have no intention of being deceptive to either my instructors or my students. In fact, this gathering is such an important one that I feel as though all Jedi should know of it."
"As you know, the Naveion Academy is a rare thing. Most Jedi do not have the opportunity to work together as we do." Atharias seems wistful. "Most of us are wanderers--beset by the unending turmoils of this universe, we wander, at times aimlessly, trying to set things right."
"I feel it is time for the Jedi to organize themselves. To codify our teachings and collect all of the Jedi under the auspices of a single grouping. Working together, I feel the Jedi as a whole can accomplish much more than we have been able to individually. There are others that agree with me, and others that do not. This gathering is intended to specifially discuss these ideas."
Before Atharias can continue, however, he is interruped by an odd series of beeps and whistles. Timone, Nor's astromech droid, comes rolling into the room, rocking from side to side, obviously agitated.
Atharias frowns. The master has always been somewhat uncomfortable around droids. He glances at Nor before saying, "Perhaps we can continue this discussion later, my friends. I will be leaving tomorrow, at midday. I expect you to have a training schedule prepared for my review before I leave. I have some issues to atend to before my departure, so if you will excuse me..." The master leaves you alone in his bare chambers with Timone, who continues to beep and whistle in a frightful fashion.
OOC (translation for Nor):
"Master! There's a massive asteroid shower heading straight for us! You must start seeing to the academy's defenses immediately!"
Atharias frowns. The master has always been somewhat uncomfortable around droids. He glances at Nor before saying, "Perhaps we can continue this discussion later, my friends. I will be leaving tomorrow, at midday. I expect you to have a training schedule prepared for my review before I leave. I have some issues to atend to before my departure, so if you will excuse me..." The master leaves you alone in his bare chambers with Timone, who continues to beep and whistle in a frightful fashion.
OOC (translation for Nor):
"Master! There's a massive asteroid shower heading straight for us! You must start seeing to the academy's defenses immediately!"
Nor listens to Timone and says, 'Great jedi toe jam sandwiches!" He looks briefly vexed, perhaps because Timone could have commed in and saved time. In any event, he continues quickly, "Fellow instructors, Timone reports that a massive asteroid shower is headed our way. We should attend to institute defenses and students immediatley!"
Then Nor rises and then asks Timone, "How long do we have?"
OOC:
So what do we normally do in a case like this? Go up in and shoot 'em down in War Pig? If we have no plan, then would Nor consider that to be feasable way to lesson the impact? I suppose it depends on asteroid size, but then again the War Pig does carry one big a** gun. ;-)
Does the Institute have defense shields? Weapon emplacements? Emergency shelters?
An a forward looking FYI, AFAIK for the peanut gallery, no one but Nor knows War Pig hs any other armament then ion cannon...
The astromech droid continues to rock from side to side as it beeps and whistles wildly.
OOC (translation for Nor):
"We have only six to eight hours, master! I am picking up a storm of roughly one hundred and fifty objects, ranging in size from between two decimeters to four decimeters in diameter! Composition unknown! Landfall predicted within twenty kilometers of this location! Emergency, master!"
OOC (Nor):
From what Timone is describing, this doesn't sound like anything dangerous at all. Objects that small would most likely burn up upon entering Blue's thick atmosphere. It sounds like the droid might be malfunctioning.
