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Jedi Temple Setting,
Between Attack of the Clones and Revenge of The Sith.
Made-ups welcome and encouraged.
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Evenings at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant where hardly educational for the near-end-training level Padawan'.Rambunctious chattering from the training field echoed throughout as Saesee Tiins Iktotchi Padawan,Fierdien Tonith wrestled roughly with a green-skinned Falleen padawan by the name of Ziaxl Azoon.Fierdiens long sloping curved horns dug into the rough duracrete floor as he plowed into the taller Falleens chest and they crashed into the floor inciting a deep roar from the laughing crowd of padawan'.With a quick heave he lifted the larger boy up onto his shoulder and flung him heavily onto the floor,where he stirred and lay motionless.Raising his hands he bounced his horned head up and down in a motion of triumph.Sweat beaded his face as he helped Ziaxl to his feet and they shook hands.15 years he had lived within these temple walls,living,learning,breathing in the concentration of the force all around him as he prepared to become a Jedi Knight.What funner way than a little fun competition?He chuckled lightly and mopped his light peach brow on his red-peach hued under tunic and retrieved his saber outer robes,waiting for the older Padawan to demonstrate their swordsmanship.He himself had begun to favor a mixture of Form IV Ataru swordsmanship,for its lightening fast acrobatics and defensive capabilities and elegant and powerfull Form II Makashi,both of which he practiced mostly under Yoda.

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Nineteen year old Oteto Neaco held his blue lightsaber firmly in his hands, focusing on the targets around him. CIS Droids surrounded him, and ushered him to lay down his weapon.
He laughed, raising his hand into the air, from which spouted a dozen electrical currents which caused the droids to explode.
"A Jedi never relinquishes his lightsaber," He sneered. He was in a Jedi Temple training simulation. Master Yoda walked in shaking his head.
"Use of Force Lightening is not condoned by the Order! It's power is too much, and can corrupt."
"I apologize Master Yoda," Neaco replied, staring at his feet. "What would you advise me do?"
Yoda sighed, then answered, "The Force will allow you to dismatle the Droids, do this."
"Yes Master," He replied, and left the training room.


At the Council Chamber, Coruscant

Mace Window was the first to speak.
"I sense unbelievable Dark energy from that kid."
Yoda nodded, "As do I. But we cannot exile him, or cast him out, for he has done no wrong against us."
"Then what do we do?" Mace asked.
"I decree we send him into battle, and see how he developes. It is often battle which matures a man." The Council agreed.

Fierdien stood relaxed inside the circle of silent Padawan',the same Falleen across from him,his green saber ignited and a prepared look of determination on his face.Fierdiens blue saber nearly touched the duracrete as he held it angled towards the floor to his right,and he stood simply and lightly on his feet,eyes closed and a look of non-chalance on his peach colored face.His glossy black and red horns made his high cheek bones appear to almost touch them.His measured elegant acrobatic style not shown in his blank stance.His eyes flashed open as he felt the Falleen ripple in the force around him and his green blade was an 4 inches away,the only thing between them a purple ripple of light and energy,Fierdiens blade.He shrank away and spun to his right,sweeping his blade toward the Falleens stomach and his left leg in a sweeping motion to the Falleens feet,whom somersaulted to his left and over the blade,but caught his heel on the arch of Fierdiens foot,and went sprawling,a double flipping Fierdien landing with both feet on his back and his lightsaber an inch from the back of his skull.