Nara Allam, Jedi Knight, had a problem. There were all sorts of expectations that being a Knight carried. Righting wrongs? Sure, she could do that no problem. Helping others? Easy as heck if you stuck at it. Crossing blades with the wicked, evil Sith? As if she'd be scared by anything like that. Unfortunately, you were also expected to pass on what you knew to the next generation. You were expected to help others learn. And that scared her more than a room filled with red lightsabers and creepy, pale-skinned freaks. What could she possibly pass on to others that some other Jedi wouldn't be more suitable for?
The latest, freshest insults to call your Master? How to crash a ship into the Klossland swamps? Screaming and shouting at the entire, assembled Order for fun and profit?
Despite her misgivings, however, the notion had persisted. That was how Nara stood in front of a group of initiates and younger padawans, all staring at her expectantly. All waiting to hear her impart some sacred wisdom that'd help them on their path.
Do they always stare like that? Please stop, I don't know anything, please. All those eyes...
She blinked and looked back at them. She'd assembled them all in a workshop, just outside the Temple itself. More like a hastily thrown-up annex to the Temple itself, the place was a chaotic mess of workbenches, basic machinery and shelves filled with spare parts. There was no quiet, ordered place to meditate here. No ancient texts filled with wisdom. This was a place where people worked and she loved it there. This was the knowledge she could give to others.
"When you go out into the wider Galaxy, whether it's with your master or on a mission, there'll be countless tests and obstacles you'll face," Nara began, trying to keep her sharp voice level, "things that won't be easily dealt with by swinging a lightsaber around, or lifting rocks with the Force. You'll have to rely on your smarts, your quick-thinking and, above all, your other skills. As Jedi, you have a responsibility to avoid messy confrontation where you can. This is why I've brought you here today."
She waved towards the benches. On each was a collection of circuitry and electrical parts. Some looked like they were straight out of a droid's chassis. Others were disassembled from machines, or old weapons. "I want you to take a look at all of these and try and tell me what they were for. Use the tools, try to disassemble them. They're all perfectly safe," Nara said, crossing her fingers behind herself, "but you might get a little bit of a shock if you try and rush through things. If you develop your understanding of electronics and circuitry now, you'll be able to use them to your advantage when you're on a mission." She hoped that all made sense. It'd seemed totally logical earlier when she ran through it in her head. The initiates just stared up at her.
"Well.... get on with it?" she said to them, shrugging slightly.
Open to anyone! Please come and join in, learn some things, laugh at Nara's desperate attempts to stumble through teaching.