An Unfortunate Interest.

[Denzein]

The archives would have to do without their chief custodian, for a few hours at least. Lecchamemnon had business elsewhere as he often did, although this time it was not off planet. It was local, insular. The Lore Master of the Jedi was not accustomed to being called upon to teach a padawan, but he would not be found wanting of his duty to pass down the teachings of the Jedi. It did not do to focus entirely upon your enemies... That way led only to the darkness of a fall from grace. Lecchamemnon did not intend to fall.

His Knight-to-be was one "Dread Nonomyth". A simple search of the archives had led to detailed records of a family that had endured about 14000 years, and had spread into numbers that almost defied belief. The Lore master knew that to have such a strangely lop sided growth pattern there must have been a phenomenal amount of inbreeding somewhere along the line, but that was not his concern. What was more worrying was the trail of destruction and evil the family had left over the millennia. They seemed to be steeped in darkness... Anarchists, Nihilists and murderers all. How one had managed to get into the Order of the Jedi at all was anyone's guess, although it stank of the politicking Lecchamemnon despised. He made a mental note to get to the bottom of the mystery, as well as to ascertain whether or not this "Dread" was worthy of the title Jedi. He assumed that this was why he had been assigned to the hopeful.

He waited now in one of the many classrooms dotted about the vast Temple of Tython. The Nonomyth had been called and told the location, but not who was to be his master. That was the way Lecchamemnon preferred.

 

[Zen]

Early that morning he had awaken, did his morning duties, got dressed. Grabbed his two Lightsabers, and one training, and sat down slowly and quietly, He waited patincely, for his Master. Or A Knight, who ever he was assigned to. For the Jedi Master/Knight- Padawan/Appearance training. To Dread's dismay he had found that a person, or a group of knights had knocked on his Door, he spoke."Comon please."In a rather rough but easy going calm voice. The Two knights entered, they told him, where the classroom was, and they dotted of. To his kindly dismay he picked himself up and left.

It was rather strange that a group of knights or padawan whoever will they be, had called him to go into a certain classroom? Maybe it was his training, or maybe he was in trouble of some sort, of anything but seer, Luck, and traveled through the Halls, and opened the door. His eyes flung in disbelieving, The Loremaster was sitting down or standing right in front of his eyes. Maybe he was in trouble to say the least, Yet he seemed to have trouble remembering if he caused any?

He had seen the Loremaster around quite often, around this temple. But he hoped he was not in trouble at this part. He spoke."Master, am I in trouble? Cas I can't seem to remember if I did cause any form of trouble."He said the Man looked around his late 20, 23 to say the least, but his actually age was unknown.

 

[Denzein]

The door hissed shut behind Dread, leaving the pair of them in silence. Lecchamemnon stood before him, watching the padawan's obvious unease. Had he expected his master to come to his room? The notion was amusing... But not enough to get a smile from the infamously stern Lore Master. It made sense that Dread thought he was in trouble, Lecchamemnon was a council member after all, and they meted out discipline far more often than they took on students.

"I am your master, Dread Nonomyth. Under me you will become an exemplar of what it is to be a Jedi."

He paused, not to gather his thoughts (which he rarely needed to do) but instead to allow the padawan time to adjust from trying not to look guilty to being ready to learn. A second or two would do. Once they had passed, he continued. There would be no time for thank-yous or questions, Lecchamemnon did not care for such trivia. Dread did not merit chit chat.

"You will recite to me the code of our Order, and then you will tell me what it means to you."

 

[Zen]

It was an honor to be trained by a Loremaster or a Sagemaster, he was a bit wary. Training under a Council Member of the High Council. It really made him uncomfortable. They were very powerful beings, Second to none to the Grandmaster Himself, it made him a bit saken, as he dropped to his knees. For some reason he had hoped his Master did not found him a weirdo, But he mostly likely will, or he thought it will. A tear went by his eyelid, as it dripped to the ground, it was a Tear of Honor. Not pity or self shamefulness but Honor to Train under a Loremaster. He stood up and spoke, as if he had monetized the whole thing through his studies."

"Jedi are the guardians of peace and justice throughout the galaxy.
Jedi use the Force only for the pursuit of knowledge, to defend, and to protect.
Jedi respect all life in the galaxy, in any form it may take.
Jedi to not rule others, but serve them for the welfare of the galaxy.
Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge, training, and self-discipline."

It means everything to mean, the Code I mean. Jedi are Peacekeepers of this world, we do everything in or power without causing harm, to help people. We reselect life, And we do not rule but help others. And of course we train to improve."He finished slowly. Weather or not he was correct was uncertain but he hoped for the best.