Meeting Your Padawan
The defeated are hustled to a medical tent. They aren't hurt badly, or at least they don't seem as such-- and you don't feel them leaking pain into the Force-- but best not to run the risk of something worse, no? Amelia, meanwhile, sits herself in the dirt, crossing her legs, even as the masters walk towards the other events, search for other students. It seems, then, that graceful defeat may have served the true purpose of this entire exchange more than an "awkward" victory.
Or perhaps not.
She has, after all, garnered the eyes of the Grandmaster.
You walk silently towards her, soft boots making barely a sound on the sands.
"
I will finish what you started."
Oh. Oh, that is
ominous as all hell. There is no arc of that phrase that leaves you happy. Incredibly powerful Jedi with bad tempers making ominous declarations does not have a pleasant history for the Order, starting with Revan declaring the Mandalorians must be destroyed to Anakin saying he will be the most powerful Jedi ever some day.
The Force has a cruel sense of humor, indeed.
"You know, this was a
lightsaber exercise."
"Who-- ah, Master Thorn." She scrabbles to her feet, bowing as she does. "My apologies. I just... I know this was a lightsaber tournament, but then he hit me after I saved him, and that was a...well, it set me off, as you could all see."
"Padawan." If you had a cane or a walking stick or something, you'd be leaning on it at about this point, possibly with an enigmatic look. At least your hood's up-- to keep the sun off, of course, and for purely that reason. "Do you believe you can recite the code for me?"
"We have a few, Master." Her hands fly to her mouth before she can think as she tries to unsay those words,. You turn around-- and smile.
"Keep that up, and lose some of the temper, and you might just be a Jedi yet."
She slowly lets go of her mouth, her eyes wide.
"But in this case, I meant the code of Oodan-Urr."
She closes her eyes, and a thin smile begins to play at the corner of her lips:
"
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force."
You feel her out through the Force, for just a moment. There is a centeredness to her that there was not before-- as if the code, the thing of the Jedi, has become an absolute rock on which she attempts to anchor herself. "Very good. But now answer this: if I kill a man because my wife cheated on me, is he less dead than if I killed him because I was a monster?"
She looks to the ground, suddenly very interested in a rock on the far horizon. "No, Master."
"And if I violate the rules because I am mad at an unsporting play, have I violated them less than because I could not bare to lose?"
"...No, Master."
One of the first things the New Order managed to recover was the journal of Master Yoda, kept during his exile on Dagobah. In it, he describes how he put Luke to the test by intentionally being a little green troll, and not at all the wise Master he could have been right from the get go, to test Luke's discipline even at that point. He found it acceptable.
This little condescending school-teacher thing you're putting on? A lot like that, and you will admit some part of you is pleased. Rather than begrudging acceptance, as Luke offered, or anxiety fueled by fear, as Anakin did so long ago, she instead is searching, scrounging, cutting through your words, hunting for some ancient bit of new knowledge for her to devour.
Of course, that, in its own way, is a mistake. Anakin and Luke might not have shown so much patience, but they also would have recognized a cigar as a cigar. This is the same basic Jedi philosophy you learn as a youngling-- at most you've made the crimes more dramatic.
But, then, perhaps, some part of your ego is gratified to have someone so convinced that you're constantly speaking wisdom-- so you offer, at least, some sincerity. "Padawan, I do not begrudge you this: it was a rude move. But you could not control what he did, only your response. I umbrage you partially to remind you of this fact-- you have control over yourself. Nothing more, nothing less.
There was...one other thing, however. You need a teacher, someone who can guide you down these paths to...how did you put it?
'Finish what you started'? I would offer you that teaching, that guidance, if you would accept."
" I would honor your teachings, Master."
You put your hand on her shoulder. "I do not ask that you honor them, Jedi, but that you live them."
She scans the horizon a bit, before her voice goes low. "But Master, before you would teach me, I must tell you, I am..."
"A Skywalker?"
She looks at you, and her eyes go wide. "How did you know?"
"I served with Luke on the Council, and now I see Leia a disturbing amount. Your sound in the Force, it matches theirs-- if, perhaps, with a healthy dash of what I can only describe as 'how cinnamon would sound as musical notes'".
"How easily could you tell?"
"You can rest easily on that front-- the Cinnamon is doing a lot of work. If I had not spent so much time with Luke, and then Leia, and now having you here without guards, I would not have known."
"Good. The time is coming when the galaxy needs to know, but there are things I need to do first."
"Seeking to learn lessons anonymously?"
"No. Trying to convince my grandmother that the galaxy will not burn if it knows my parentage."
You shoot her The Look-- the same one Master Tionne used to give, when you would try and worm your way out of giving important information. "Which is?"
"...I am the daughter of Jacen Solo and Tenel Ka Djo.
I am Allana Solo."
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Allana Solo
Born: 36 ABY
The Daughter of Jacen Solo and Tenel Ka Djo, the Granddaughter of Leia Organa Solo and Han Solo, and the Great-Grandaughter of Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala, authority and power flows through her like blood through her veins. Idolizing her great-grandfather, her mother, and her uncle, she seeks to live up to that heady legacy, in the best way-- however, as her temper tantrum in the field proved, she lives up to it in the worst way, as well.
While her grandmother has taught her some of the basics, for one reason or another, many of the more advanced lessons seem to have evaded her on the family level.
Traits:
Strong in the Force: Though she is a Padawan, her potential is unlimited. (+2 Wisdom)
Strong: Imposing as Vader,
without the suit. A gift from her mother's side of the family, though. (+3 Personal Combat)
Ambitious: For good or for ill, there are certain...expectations, set by a legacy. (+2 All Stats)
Wrothful: Fury blinds, and anger stifles thought. Master Bao-Dur fought with this quality all his life. (-4 Wisdom, +2 Personal Combat, lure to the Dark Side)
Padawan: A Jedi student, making her first steps into a broader world. (Gain access to Wisdom)
Strong Style (Knight): A style dedicated to dominating in Lightsaber combat, it favors strong, precise strikes to tear apart an opponent's defense, ideally so outmatching them that they surrender-- or never threaten another. But, against blaster wielding opponents, its slowness and precision cause problems, and may allow you to be drowned under blaster fire. (+3 Personal Combat, +10 Against Lightsaber wielding Opponents, -15 against Blaster Wielding opponents)
Stats:
Wisdom: 19-4+2+2=19- Her rages blind her, but when she is calm, at peace, and passive, she knows to follow the will of the Force.
Personal Combat: 20+3+2+2+3=30- Like you said, her potential is unlimited. Give her some real experience on the field, and she would outshine all Masters-- of that, you have no doubt. Certainly, she will surpass
you.
Diplomacy: 8+2=10- Aside from her "Vader Moments", she is capable of being a competent, if uninspired, diplomat.
Strategy: 20+2= Daughter of Jacen Solo, Great-Granddaughter of Anakin Skywalker, is anyone surprised that she turned out to be a warbeast?
Intrigue: 7+2=9- Not, exactly, a great schemer, in your opinion.
Administration: 18+2=20- Daughter of a queen, grandaughter of a princess, and great-grandaughter to a Senator, is it any wonder she has something of a natural penchant for a leader's role?
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So I think she bribed my dice.
