Your Arrogance Blinds You

[Crim]

The city-planet of Coruscant; the planet that never sleeps. It was the seat of galactic government and home to the famed Jedi Temple, recently rebuilt after the Sith's devastation of the old temple. The Empire had swept through the galaxy, destroying the other training academies; Tython, Empress Teta. These worlds belonged to the Empire now and were centers of evil. Of the dark side of the Force. In these troubled times, the galaxy needed to stop to catch its breath. These were dark times. Times like this, fear grew in the hearts of many, turning them inadvertently away from the light side of the Force and, ultimately, the peace they would strive for and lose sleep over. It was important to have faith in the Force, the Galactic Alliance, the New Jedi Order, and, most importantly, oneself. Iroh knew the dangers of questioning these things and had seen Jedi fall simply out of fear. He himself found him wondering what would happen if the Imperium won the war.

He always came to the same conclusion: even if the Empire won, the light side would ultimately prevail. The galaxy needed warriors. This is what Iroh was doing today: training new warriors. He looked at the sunset and his ears dropped. Night was fast approaching, much like the Imperium. He turned around as he felt a presence in the room. "Master Iroh," a silver protocol droid said. It was holding a datapad. Iroh took the datapad as the droid spoke. "Your new apprentice is in the lobby and is ready for training," it said. The Kushiban nodded and said, "Thank you." He turned and walked to the door, leaving the room. The walk to the lobby didn't take long, but it felt like forever, given the recent sense of dread in the Force. Someone, somewhere, was suffering under the Imperium's wrath.

As he entered the lobby, he looked at the datapad. It had basic information on his new apprentice. He scanned the crowd of Padawans in front of him. Some cooed at the small creature in Jedi robes. Others tilted their heads. It was strange to see a Kushiban Jedi. Iroh simply nodded. He then found his new apprentice. He motioned for the young man to come forth. "Hello. I am Iroh, your new master," the Kushiban said.

 

[Plasma]

Aeron was quite excited. He couldn't believe he was finally on his way to become a Jedi. After years of training in the temple, it seemd as though that he'd finally become a Jedi apprentice. The question, ofcourse, was who his Jedi Master was going to be. There were many great Jedis in Courascant without a padawan, and he'd be happy if he had one of the popular Jedi masters. He was chatting with his fellow younglings in the lobby, waiting to meet his new master. Suddenly, a Kushiban entered the lobby, and some of his friends cooed at the creature. Aeron found it quite interesting that this small creature could possibly be a Jedi. "Hello. I am Iroh, your new master," the Kushiban said, quite unmistakenably at Aeron. He froze, unable to believe that his new master was a furry small creature. "Er.... hello, Master Iroh. I am Aeron." he said, rather in a weak voice.

 

[Crim]

"Nice to meet you, Aeron," Iroh said, shaking Aeron's hand. "Let me show you to your quarters and we can talk on the way there," he said, turning on his heel and walking. "Mind the foot traffic. Things are hectic in this temple lately," he said. Just then, another Jedi came running through the area. He avoided other Jedi, but he was unable to see the short Kushiban. He accidentally bumped Iroh, both of them stumbling. The man looked behind him and said, "Sorry," not stopping. Iroh looked in the man's direction as he turned a corner. He then looked at Aeron and said, "There you go," motioning at the running Jedi's direction. Continuing to the young Jedi's quarters, he said, "So, Aeron. Tell me a bit about yourself. What do you know, what do you want to know, that kind of stuff."