I don't think it would cause a problem with ambition. We are only 26, that still leaves a lot of time to get to master rank.
Obi-Wan didn't make master until his mid 30's, and hes the youngest master I can think of.
Technically Anakin is the youngest, if only because Ahsoka technically passed all of the trials to become a Jedi Knight (and could have become one if she decided to stay) in the final season of Clone Wars... Not this final season, but the other one.
So we're older by four years. That's honestly not a lot. I'm not sure what vices and virtues Anakin would have compared to us, but like I said (assuming we interacted with him in any meaningful ways) we were either great friends or constantly butting heads.
To be ambitious is to be driven to be the best. To be proud is to see it aclaimed by ourself and others. I really doubt Ordo, considering what we chose, would have been cool with the council saying "Yeah, we're basically stating you're the best non-councillor Fighter and General in the Order, but we're not going to make you a Master so you're still subordinate to the other Senior Jedi you'll be working with despite us recognizing that you're better than almost all of them."
Maybe I'm miss characterizing though, it's up to Magoose.
To be ambitious is to be driven to be the best. To be proud is to see it aclaimed by ourself and others. I really doubt O, considering what we chose, would have been cool with saying the council saying "Yeah, we're basically stating you're the best non-councillor Fighter and General in the Order, but we're not going to make you a Master so you're still subordinate to the other Senior Jedi you'll be working with despite us recognizing that you're better than almost all of them."
Maybe I'm miss characterizing though, it's up to Magoose.
So we're older by four years. That's honestly not a lot. I'm not sure what vices and virtues Anakin would have compared to us, but like I said (assuming we interacted with him in any meaningful ways) we were either great friends or constantly butting heads.
To be ambitious is to be driven to be the best. To be proud is to see it aclaimed by ourself and others. I really doubt Ordo, considering what we chose, would have been cool with the council saying "Yeah, we're basically stating you're the best non-councillor Fighter and General in the Order, but we're not going to make you a Master so you're still subordinate to the other Senior Jedi you'll be working with despite us recognizing that you're better than almost all of them."
Maybe I'm miss characterizing though, it's up to Magoose.
I'm guessing you changed what Battlemaster requires.
The Battlemaster is said to be the premier lightsaber instructor in the Jedi Order. That kind of implies that they need to be skilled enough in all forms to be able to teach them.
Also, our specialization in Juyo kind of requires at least some proficiency in other Forms because of how it works.
So we're older by four years. That's honestly not a lot. I'm not sure what vices and virtues Anakin would have compared to us, but like I said (assuming we interacted with him in any meaningful ways) we were either great friends or constantly butting heads.
Remember, Obi-Wan was 25 and still a Padawan in Phantom Menace, if one that was close to Knighthood. Anakin became a Knight at 19 or 20 and he was considered a prodigy.
I'm guessing you changed what Battlemaster requires.
The Battlemaster is said to be the premier lightsaber instructor in the Jedi Order. That kind of implies that they need to be skilled enough in all forms to be able to teach them.
Also, our specialization in Juyo kind of requires at least some proficiency in other Forms because of how it works.
I mean you can still be primarily good at one form while being kinda good at the others. I doubt that all Jedi know only one form to the exclusion of all others.
Remember, Obi-Wan was 25 and still a Padawan in Phantom Menace, if one that was close to Knighthood. Anakin became a Knight at 19 or 20 and he was considered a prodigy.
Mind spreading outward to the surrounding area, Ordo allowed himself a moment of respite, sweat glistening off his skin in the dim lighting of the training rooms. For many, the calm fountains were the most helpful place to meditate, though Ordo had never been able to find that same serenity. Instead, the scorch ridden training rooms allowed him to bask in the echoes of the force that danced across each scar in the room. Finding peace in the battles of the past and allowing his mind to simply float off-
"YOUCH!" The normally proud, if somewhat haughty Ordo leaped to his feet at the feeling of a slight sting upon his side. His sweltering gaze fell dangerously to the person responsible, having been distracted in the force to have not even noticed the approaching attacker. The sight of a grinning young boy, no older than eleven came as no surprise.
"Skywalker," he bit out, as the boy casually twirled his now unsheathed training saber between his fingers.
"Hey Ordee, Master Obi-Wan said to go out and get some air," which translated to 'You are driving me mad Padawan, now leave me to my peace before my fall to the dark side becomes inevitable!' which Anakin seemed all too aware of, his mirth written upon his face. The boy's joyous and mischievous demeanor was uncommon for most any other in the Order, but Skywalker was not most.
"So you came to me?" Ordo questioned in a deadpan, receiving an excited nod in response. "Any reason you felt it necessary to gain my attention by way of your saber then?" At fourteen years old, Ordo knew he should have outgrown this kind of pathetic reaction, but Skywalker had a way of riling up anyone.
"Have to keep you on your guard, Ordee! I'm doing you the favor," he bragged jovially. "Spar with me again!" The boy all but leaped forward with a grin upon his face. "You know that everyone else loses too quick, c'mon!"
Arrogance or not… he wasn't wrong. Ordo had been called by Knights and Masters before to evaluate other individuals and point out those of note; Ordo was sought after for his eye for combat and battle after all. Anakin had been a standout performance right from the start, and he'd kept an eye on the child due to such remarkableness. That was until he'd been assigned to train with him regularly. Apparently Skywalker was just a bit too exceptional for most of the other boys his age, at least in terms of combat.
"I'm meditating," the young Zabrak replied with callous disregard. Skywalker groaned, kicking lightly at the floor.
"But I'm booooored," he whined.
"Skywalker that is of no concern to m-"
"Boooooooooored!" He said louder.
"This won't get you anyw-"
"BOOOOOOOR-"
"Fine Anakin!" Ordo relented with a shout, clearing his throat suddenly in concern. The boy now smiled up at his senior Padawan, while Ordo looked away with light red on his cheeks.
"... You know I won't relent to your childish whims forever," he stated, rising to a standing position as Anakin back stepped to create proper distance. His large smile and antsiness at least rose a small bit of humor from the usually stalwart blade master.
"Nah, we both know you love being around me Ordee, don't deny it." The cocky child stated assuredly, receiving a roll of the eyes in return. Ordo struggled in turn not to let his mirth show anywhere upon his face. If Skywalker ever found out how much he enjoyed these exchanges… well, he'd sooner run away to hide his shame than anything. Best never admit he held a bit of fondness for his fellow weapons master.
"Enough talk Skywalker," he said, alighting his lightsaber as the boy did so in kind, falling into an Ataru form easily. "Begin!"
So this is pretty short, but it just establishing the relationship the two had in their youth. I'll go more in-depth with future installments that touch on their friendship further.
Mind spreading outward to the surrounding area, Ordo allowed himself a moment of respite, sweat glistening off his skin in the dim lighting of the training rooms. For many, the calm fountains were the most helpful place to meditate, though Ordo had never been able to find that same serenity. Instead, the scorch ridden training rooms allowed him to bask in the echoes of the force that danced across each scar in the room. Finding peace in the battles of the past and allowing his mind to simply float off-
"YOUCH!" The normally proud, if somewhat haughty Ordo leaped to his feet at the feeling of a slight sting upon his side. His sweltering gaze fell dangerously to the person responsible, having been distracted in the force to have not even noticed the approaching attacker. The sight of a grinning young boy, no older than eleven came as no surprise.
"Skywalker," he bit out, as the boy casually twirled his now unsheathed training saber between his fingers.
"Hey Ordee, Master Obi-Wan said to go out and get some air," which translated to 'You are driving me mad Padawan, now leave me to my peace before my fall to the dark side becomes inevitable!' which Anakin seemed all too aware of, his mirth written upon his face. The boy's joyous and mischievous demeanor was uncommon for most any other in the Order, but Skywalker was not most.
"So you came to me?" Ordo questioned in a deadpan, receiving an excited not in response. "Any reason you felt it necessary to gain my attention by way of your saber then?" At fourteen years old, you knew should have outgrown this kind of pathetic reaction, but Skywalker had a way of riling up anyone.
"Have to keep you on your guard, Ordee! I'm doing you the favor," he bragged jovially. "Spar with me again!" The boy all but leaped forward with a grin upon his face. "You know that everyone else loses too quick, c'mon!"
Arrogance or not… he wasn't wrong. Ordo had been called by Knights and Masters before to evaluate other individuals and point out those of note; Ordo was sought after for his eye for combat and battle after all. Anakin had been a standout performance right from the start, and he'd kept an eye on the child due to such remarkableness. That was until he'd been assigned to train with him regularly. Apparently Skywalker was just a bit too exceptional for most of the other boys his age, at least in terms of combat.
"I'm meditating," the young Zabrak replied with callous disregard. Skywalker groaned, kicking lightly at the floor.
"But I'm booooored," he whined.
"Skywalker that is of no concern to m-"
"Boooooooooored!" He said louder.
"This won't get you anyw-"
"BOOOOOOOR-"
"Fine Anakin!" Ordo relented with a shout, clearing his throat suddenly in concern. The boy now smiled up at his senior Padawan, while Ordo looked away with light red on his cheeks.
"... You know I won't relent to your childish whims forever," he stated, rising to a standing position as Anakin back stepped to create proper distance. His large smile and antsiness at least rose a small bit of humor from the usually stalwart blade master.
"Nah, we both know you love being around me Ordee, don't deny it." The cocky child stated assuredly, receiving a roll of the eyes in return. Ordo struggled in turn not to let his mirth show anywhere upon his face. If Skywalker ever found out how much he enjoyed these exchanges… well, he'd sooner run away to hide his shame than anything. Best never admit he held a bit of fondness for his fellow weapons master.
"Enough talk Skywalker," he said, alighting his lightsaber as the boy did so in kind, falling into an Ataru form easily. "Begin!"
So this is pretty short, but it just establishing the relationship the two had in their youth. I'll go more in-depth with future installments that touch on their friendship further.
As flak shells exploded around them, Korim remained as still as a statue as he held the Battle Meditation, gently nudging the pilots of the craft around him to evade the incoming fire. Kota's firm hand was clamped on his shoulder, keeping him from sliding out the transport's open doors.
Nevertheless, Korim flinched as one of the transports exploded when it failed to swerve aside in time.
Aside from himself, his old friend, and the white-clad soldiers, the compartment was occupied by Shryne, Nat-Sem, Shryne's Padawan Draak, and the diminutive form of Master Yoda.
Though he was still deep in meditation, Korim frowned slightly when he felt a small slip of emotion escape Yoda's calm exterior as the ancient Jedi stared out the bay doors into the desert. Something was troubling the Grandmaster, though what he wasn't entirely certain. Despite that, he suspected it had to do with Dooku. Despite the diminutive Jedi's words, the Firrerreo doubted that he was going to stay at the forward command center.
Korim was tempted to ask Kota to go with him. However, his intuition told him that the battle-hardened Jedi was needed more on the ground with the troops.
As they landed, Kota and Shryne disembarked, though Korim stayed put.
"Not coming?" Kota asked.
Korim shook his head, "I'll head for the forward command center," He paused, reading the battlefield through the Force, "Kota, I suggest you take command of the right flank. The droids are starting to push them back. Shryne, coordinate the artillery and force the droids back to give Kota time to reform the ranks."
Both men looked at each other before nodding in agreement. Kota's battlefield experience would serve better on the front lines and while Shryne was a capable warrior on his own, his technical expertise surpassed it.
"Where are you going, General?" The pilot asked, turning in his seat to face the Jedi.
Though the sight of a T-visored helmet had quietly disturbed him ever since Galidraan, though he pushed it out of his mind with practiced ease to better focus on the situation at hand.
"The forward command post," Korim repeated loudly enough for the pilot to hear, "I need to get to a tac-map and a comm unit."
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Acclamator-class Assault Ship "Resolution"
22 BBY
In the aftermath of the battle, the survivors of the arena had been evacuated to the Resolution, one of the Acclamator-class Assault Ships that had come to their aid. Compared to the noise and chaos of the ground battle, the silence of the hold was deafening.
Of the two hundred and twelve Jedi that had gone to rescue Kenobi, his reckless Padawan, and the Senator, only thirty had made it out of the Petranaki Arena. Many of those who survived were injured. Some were missing limbs, had been blinded or deafened by the explosions, or had suffered other afflictions. Three Jedi Council Masters had perished, one in the Arena and two on the field of battle.
Korim was seated on a small crate, stripped to the waist as he tried in vain to patch the dozens of holes in his tunic with shaking hands. While Firrerreo healed extremely quickly, they still scarred, leaving his torso littered with old, ugly scars ranging from cuts from blades to blaster shots. Many of the wounds would have been lethal or severely debilitating for almost every other species, though to him they were only temporary annoyances. The only spots that were completely unblemished were the ones directly over his heart.
On the floor next to the crate, Kota was dabbing at a minor burn on his arm with a bacta patch, his durasteel cuirass dotted with scorch marks from blaster fire. He had a few other scratches and scrapes from where he had gotten too close to a fragmentation grenade. Of the survivors, he appeared to be the most composed, having seen losses of far greater scale before.
Shryne was in the Resolution's medical bay with many others. He had taken shrapnel when an AT-TE had exploded, several of which were serious.
Having given up on repairing his tunic, Korim instead sat in meditation, attempting to organize his thoughts. Despite the crowds of soldiers milling about the hold of the Acclamator, the Force was quiet around him. Only a few minutes prior, he had seen several of them with their helmets off.
They were clones.
"I don't trust them," Kota grumbled quietly. Too quietly for the troopers to hear, but loud enough for Korim to pick it up.
"I will admit that the circumstances are rather...suspicious," Korim muttered back, drawing himself out of his meditation and opening an eye to look at him, "But they're pleasant enough."
"Good little soldiers," the human scoffed unkindly. He gestured vaguely, "Look around you. Notice anything strange?"
"Besides the eerily identical faces, you mean?" Korim replied facetiously before growing serious again, "Yeah, I see it. They're too professional. Too robotic."
"You've been around soldiers just as much as I have. What do soldiers do when not on duty?" He asked rhetorically, "Play cards, drink, sports. Something," He spat to one side, leaving a small puddle of saliva on the pristine floor, "I haven't seen one Pazaak deck since I've been here. Not one bottle of Corellian Ale. Not even a pair playing catch. They just sit and maintain their gear. They're like droids, just covered in meat."
The Firrerreo Master had to agree, "They're definitely alive, but their presences are...reduced. Barely there. If I wasn't looking for it, I might have missed it entirely."
Kota grimaced, "Yeah, I sensed it too. Makes them uncomfortable to be around. Creepier when they call us "Generals." The snarl that briefly appeared on his face told Korim that he had been reminded of something bad, "I don't trust them. And I don't think we should use them for the war."
Korim didn't bother arguing the last point. They both knew war was inevitable at this point. The first major war in nearly a thousand years.
Instead, he chose a different subject, "And what would you use then?"
"Volunteers. Conscripts. Anything other than them," Kota answered quietly, "Something about them bothers me. Reminds me too much of the other kids back home."
Korim winced, knowing very well how Kota came to the Order, "Unfortunately, we don't have much of a choice. The Judiciary Forces won't be enough to push back against the Separatists and a new army will take time to build up."
"It'd be worth it," Kota said darkly before repeating, "Anything but them."
Right there, Korim promised to himself that he was going to have a long talk with Master Yoda about how exactly they had acquired this army, just in time for the war to start. He agreed with Kota. Something about this reeked.
Adhoc vote count started by Magoose on Nov 30, 2019 at 6:29 PM, finished with 97 posts and 15 votes.
[X] Plan Hold the Line
-[X]Defend Your Position: You need to Drive Back the Droids before you can do anything really.: Rolls Needed: ??? Reward: You drive off the Droid Army. Actions Become Available.
--[X] Ahsoka
-[X]Get Rex into Surgery: You need Rex's Chip out of his head before he tries to kill you! Rolls Needed: 40> Reward: Rex will be out for one turn, but will no longer be able to kill you.
--[X] Rex (Obviously)
-[X]Battle Meditation: You need your men to win, and you will do so with the Force. Rolls needed: 20> Reward: Your forces will automatically win their engagements for the next turn.
--[X] Ordo
[X]Plan Red Alert
-[X]Defend Your Position: You need to Drive Back the Droids before you can do anything really.: Rolls Needed: ??? Reward: You drive off the Droid Army. Actions Become Available.
--[X] Ahsoka
-[X]Contact Senator Amidala: You need to know how in the Force She can prevent orders from turning your men into mindless puppets. Rolls Needed: ??? Reward: Senator Amidala is contacted, and she can potentially stop the Order from getting out.
--[X] Ordo
-[X]Continue as Planned: You are in no position to just ditch them and Run… you need to win this battle quickly, NOW! Rolls Needed: 5> Reward: You attack the Stronghold.
--[X]Rex
[X] Plan: Mad Dash
-[X]Defend Your Position: You need to Drive Back the Droids before you can do anything really.: Rolls Needed: ??? Reward: You drive off the Droid Army. Actions Become Available.
--[X] Ordo
-[X]Continue as Planned: You are in no position to just ditch them and Run… you need to win this battle quickly, NOW! Rolls Needed: 5> Reward: You attack the Stronghold.
--[X] Ahsoka
-[X]Get Rex into Surgery: You need Rex's Chip out of his head before he tries to kill you! Rolls Needed: 40> Reward: Rex will be out for one turn, but will no longer be able to kill you.
--[X]Rex
