The thirteen year old girl stood carefully on the icy mountains of Alderaan. Having hitched a ride from some troopers, Monica indeed felt that there was no hope for her. This was the third master she's found, the other two were gone or dead. Monica was sure she wouldn't fail this time. Petting the attack stohl wrapped carefully around her neck, she turned to entire the old religious place, which now housed many Knight and Padawan infantry.
"Lady, sometimes I don't think I'm cut out for this. I didn't learn anything from the last master, it was all review from what Master Link taught us. Am I really that bad of a padawan?" Holding up a hand, the young girl applied enough force to cause the door to swing open. Stepping into a training room, Monica turned around, looking for the Jedi who was going to help her in her quest.
With a hiss from her stohl, she turned around to see what looked to be a new person approaching.
"Lady, sometimes I don't think I'm cut out for this. I didn't learn anything from the last master, it was all review from what Master Link taught us. Am I really that bad of a padawan?" Holding up a hand, the young girl applied enough force to cause the door to swing open. Stepping into a training room, Monica turned around, looking for the Jedi who was going to help her in her quest.
With a hiss from her stohl, she turned around to see what looked to be a new person approaching.