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How many times had he dreamt of this moment? The time when he would be able to have a master to teach him the ways of the force. Elec had only had a master for several days before he was killed, so Elec hadn't had the opportunity to begin his training. Finally someone had claimed him as a padawan, yet Elec was here, once again, in the Jedi Archives, staring blankly at the far wall. Elec bit his lip as thoughts began to flood his troubled mind. He had, up to that point, only trained in secret and by himself. What if he made a fool of himself? What kind of padawan would he be if he couldn't hold his own in a fight? Then the thoughts in his head turned to the master he was soon to meet. What were they like? Were they the kind that pushed their padawan to the limit, or one that would shield them from the first waves of trouble...