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Athena	As unlikely a circumstance this may be, the Mandalorians, Jedi Master, and two younglings make their way towards the courtyard of the Temple of the Kyber, where Jorn is to receive some kind of preliminary training for the Dark Saber. When they arrive, they may or may not be pleasantly surprised to find themselves surrounded by a group of twenty five to seven year old younglings wielding the token weapon of the Jedi, the lightsaber. The sword master seems a bit surprised to see the Mandalorians, but a dismissive wave from Volk himself seems to settle him. "We have some guests today," the Kel Dor says, "-amicable- ones," he says, giving the Mandalorians a pointed look. "and this fellow here, Jorn of Bakura, will be joining for today's session." The swordmaster nods imperceptibly. "I... see," he says, but something about his expression indicates that he and Volk will be having a discussion later. Volk then steps aside, and gestures for Jorn to take his place in the back, in line with five other younglings, who all stare at him as if he's an asteroid about to crash onto the surface of an ecumenpolis.
Jorn	Jorn just follows everything. Then there's a sudden pause when he sees the -large- class of youngsters. Everything about this feels odd. Even for a seocnd, Jornf eels like a dunce that was held behind, a lot. When nodded in, Jorn will stand in a spot toward the back. Seeing those stares, Jorn turns and waggles a finger back and forth for a moment. "We all start somewhere," it's his only defense. Then he waits to get a practice blade and just begin, however this is supposed to start. Oh the humilating things he does for Mandalore!
Ellari Zin	Ellari just follows Jorn and stands in the back of the class with her arms crossed. What was she here for again?
Athena	The younglings giggle when he wags a finger at them. They whisper among themselves for a moment before one of them finally asks. "How old are you?" The others lapse into uncontrollable giggling again. A moment later, the instructor addresses the group, "Quiet down now," he says gently but firmly. He assumes his place at the front of the class and sits on the floor. The rest of the younglings follow his example, and set their sabers on the ground next to them. Jorn may be waiting to get a training saber, but apparently, the time for that is not yet. "They are engaging in a pre-training meditation," Volk informs Ellari. "Perhaps you'd like to join?" "Close your eyes," the swordmaster says, "Follow my example. Reach out into the Force. Forget all else, except the living Force." He then suddenly folds himself into a lotus yoga pose, effortlessly. The younglings obey, doing the same. However, Jorn might find it a bit hard to manage with all his armor still on.
Ellari Zin	"No thank you, Master Volk." Ellari replies, not moving from her position.
Jorn	"My species just grows at an alarming rate," Jorn says openly, far from honest. Then he tries to copy their sitting style and flops like a turtle getting pushed onto it's back. It takes a moment, but he'll SLOWLY pull himself out into a less complicated sitting position.
Athena	The mat makes a squelching sound like a happabore farting when Jorn falls over. A ripple of giggles overtakes the youngling class. The swordsmaster doesn't open his eyes, but remains in his meditation position while reprimanding them with a, "Younglings, concentrate. Close your eyes. Feel the living Force. This is how you truly connect with your saber, and how the Masters achieve battle meditation." Volk shakes his head at Ellari, but watches as Jorn has a lot of difficulty with the sitting pose everyone in the class is doing with amusement.
Jorn	Now, Jorn tries to meditate. Close his eye and then focus on the darksaber. Reach out toward in, somehow. Without the force, he figures the connection will only go to the literal spot on the hilt.
Ellari Zin	"This is pointless..." Ellari mutters to herself, although she doesn't do much to try to hide it from Volk.
Athena	Nothing. Nothing at all. At least, that's how Jorn will feel when he first tries to meditate. But the longer he sits there, the more he'll feel like maybe there's just something he's missing... It's not a feeling he'll be able to explain, or an intuition that really makes any sense at all, but somehow in the back of his mind, something, or someone seems to be nudging to him to keep trying. And then! He'll feel ... something. Again, the feeling is indescribable. It's not a feeling like he's ever encountered. It's a feeling of... a life. Many lives, though so faint he'll barely be able to hold onto this sensation. And it's connected to him somehow. The Jedi were right. The sabers were alive... Volk hmphs. "Tell me," he says to Ellari. "What do the Mandalorians teach you about Tarre Vizsla?"
Jorn	Jorn grumbles a little when it comes to that first attempt. There's nothing. His eye open and he's about to protest, but just try again. The eyes close. That's when everything comes rushing in. Jorn just tries to do a deep dive maybe even try to reach out to the Darksaber more. Possibly talk to it, since this is of the mind. The rest of the world melts away as Jorn is lost in the moment, completely and utterly.
Ellari Zin	Ellari shrugs. "Mostly the same as what you told us about him. He was both Mandalorian and Jedi, and was the first the wield the Darksaber." she tells him.
Athena	It's hard to discern much about these tiny lives, except that he can't communicate with them. They're there, and maybe they're aware of him too, but it's too hard to tell for sure. He may realize suddenly that he's lacking. He's not a Jedi, after all. But others had mastered it, so perhaps with time... Jorn will hear someone halloing at him faintly. Then someone's knocking on his helmet. "Mr Jorn! Mr Jorn!" A giggly, familiar voice interrupts. If he opens his eyes, he'll realize that the entire class has stood now, and are holding their sabers, in a ready stance. "Are you gonna practice forms with us?" The little Rodian girl from before snickers at him. The swordsmaster is standing next to her, holding a training saber out for Jorn to take. "You revere him," Volk says. "but do you think he was so great that when he was young, he skipped these practices?"
Jorn	Jorn tries frantically to figure out how to talk to it. The rest of the world deals with the ticking of time. The rapping on the helmet brings himb ack to reality. The helmert jerks. "Yeah. Sorry. Fell asleep," oh the Masters can tell he's lying. Oh, he totally saw something. "Did I miss anything good?" he asks. "Yeah. Let's get to the good stuff!" he gets into a ready stance unsure who the target is, how this is done and anything else.
Ellari Zin	"I'm sure he practiced." Ellari answers, finally turning to face Volk. "But this is not about Tarre Vizsla, so I am failing to see what your point is?" She glances at the time, wondering how long it has been. They'd said 30 minutes, right?
Athena	The swordsmaster arches a brow at Jorn, then glances at Volk, who shrugs. "We were waiting for you," the swordsmaster says, but before Jorn can reply, he reassumes his position at the front of the class. "Today we'll be practicing Form V," he says, "now, follow my example." The younglings seem to know exactly what he's talking about, as soon as he starts demonstrating varying stances for the class. They quickly and gracefully follow his example, but Jorn may find himself lacking, again. The training saber he's using, he'll be able to tell it's alive too, with those million tiny lives, just like the dark saber. But somehow, it feels... different. It's heavy. Unwieldy. For some reason it does not seem to care at all what Jorn is trying to make it do... "You fail to understand that he practiced in this same way," he says to Ellari. "You scoff at it, but one of your ancients did these same exercises, practiced meditation, and became a master of it all."
Jorn	Jorn gets in position. The stance is good and then he goes into the formation. He keeps at it and the first few times cause different things to happen. Over-extending here, not holding it far enough there. Just a few moments of errors. Each time there's an a moment for learning, for opportunity. That's when the improvements start to show themselves after a few attempts. Jorn gets a little confident with the motions as he continues to work this way, and that.
Volken Mons	"Tarre Vizsla had the luxury of time to practice and not be worryin' about dragging a band of Mandalorian bounty hunters after him across the galaxy and needing to get good with it in about fifteen to twenty minutes. All while Mandalore struggles in the middle of a political feud kicked off by somebody framing him." Volken's deep voice rises up, finally contributing to the discussion from the background where he leans against a wall with both of his colossal arms folded. His messy hair obscures much of his glowering gaze and his helmet is off, set on the ground besides him along with both of his repeater weapons. He's clearly still in a mood. "So we need to know what good this is going to do Jorn or if he needs to be here for awhile to get something out of this...."
Ellari Zin	Ellari opens her mouth to argue against Volk, when Volken chimes in with...well basically everything she was about to say, on his own terms. She looks to him, then looks back to the Master Jedi. "Exactly what he said. I am not scoffing at the practice itself. I'm not an idiot, I know you have already made up your mind on Jorn's training. However, for some reason, you are insisting that he needs to be 'tested' with a bunch of children before you enact whatever your plan is? What is the purpose of it? To frustrate us, because of the inconvenience we caused you at the port? I thought Jedi were not so petty."
Athena	After a bit, the swordsmaster comes over to Jorn, nodding. "You're starting to understand the forms," he says to the green armored Mandalorian, "but you're holding the saber too aggressively," he says. "It should feel versatile in your grip, fluid and one with the Force. So don't grip it too tightly, nor too loosely," he advises, tapping Jorn's knuckles lightly to encourage him to loosen his grip. "Patience," Volk says with frustrating Jedi calm, placing his hands inside his robe's opposing sleeves. "What will come of going back to Mandalore right now, do you think? Jorn is not the man you need him to be, yet. But he can be, with time, and if you let him, he may be the one to bring about peace, and unity." "Jorn will tell us himself," he says, checking his chronometer,"in five minutes. The lesson will be over," he says succinctly. "Of course not," he says to Ellari in that same, maddeningly demure way. "I have found observing him to be most informative."
Jorn	Jorn's knuckles are wrapped. His cooridnation is off. He did not expect that whap. It slips from his grip, probably. Then he tries to focus. Just use whatever he could figure out to regain that mental clarity, he tries to cling ot it. Sadly, that may not come. Then again, maybe just barely hangs on as he tries to push through this part next.
Volken Mons	"Don't misunderstand this. I'm not sitting here endorsing Jorn as the rightful wielder of the Dark Saber. I'm interested in helping my friends and to keep Mandalore from delving into a civil war. I heard what he said and what you said before but that's -not- why I involved myself. I'm agreein' tot his mostly cause....I don't want it myself and secondly some good points were raised about how the folk in Sundari -might- act..." responds Volken, tone slighlty terse in the face of the Jedi Master's calmness. "But the facts are the facts. Look.." Volken gestures to the younglings, "You take them. Indoctrinate them as -kids-. THe spend an entire lifetime with you sorcerers, learning these techniques not to mention havin' that mind-magic you all wield. Teenagers. Adults. It's an ongoing thing. Caine Von'egel is -already- a trained swordsmaster. He probably began as a boy -and- he's got a beskar blade which can block the Dark Saber...." Volken quiets and rubs his forhead lighlty as Jorn nearly drops the Dark Saber. "....We need an idea of the state of things on Mandalore. Maybe I need to get a message out..."
Ellari Zin	Ellari just shakes her head, rolling her eyes. Of course he didn't answer her question. But at least Volken is finally -sort of- admitting she might be right about how the rest of Mandalore might react.     "Perhaps you should." she replies as Volken suggests getting a message out. "Even if they don't believe you, we can at least -say- he isn't running away with the Darksaber. That way once we do return, it would be seen as honoring our word."
Athena	The swordsmaster quickly steadies Jorn's hand, right before he almost drops it, with the Force. The feeling is a strange one, being manipulated by an unseen something. "Remember, not too loosely," he says, with a sigh. "Now, try this." He shows Jorn another form, the last one. The younglings have finished by now, and have all gathered around Jorn to watch, as if to see how this old fart performs. Volk remains calm. "And why not? What if those two things are one in the same? Have you considered? Perhaps the wielder is someone who was not desperately seeking power at all." "The lightsaber is no ordinary weapon, Mons," the Kel Dor Master says, "Beskar may be beskar, but what do your enemies know of the ways of the Jedi?"
Volken Mons	"They know enough to wear armor that blocks their blades and build weapons that can deal with their tricks and magic." counters Volken brusquely as he pushes up from the wall and straightens up. He retrieves his helmet but doesn't bother to equip his weapons again. And Ellari is right. It's only a -partial- agreement. "I still think exposing Caine first will make a differnce and at least give the different factions a chance to show their hands. See who is honorable an who isn't. But short of dragging you both out of here to do that it's not happening so I'm going to go try and get a message to Thaelin or Er'gi and see if I can find out what's happening back there..." He looks towards Master Volk, "Where can I do that? Or do I need to go all the way back to Jorn's ship? I doubt the transport I Took is still here."
Jorn	Jorn is quick to try another form. Just watching him perform. Focusing on everything. Just trying to make it all come together. It's not much, bu tit's better than when he started. Back then, he knew nothing. Now, Jorn knows something. A little something. He just don't know how well it looks. Right now, he's too focused to hear the others around him.
Ellari Zin	"I'm not saying there is no value in that. Never did. We do still need it. It just won't be enough on its own, because the populace won't be inclined to believe something that doesn't align with their own interests." Ellari remarks. "Once we are on our way, we can check back in with Varen to see if he has made any headway with the footage. But for now, we have to wait for Volk to tell us what he has already decided for some stupid reason that he won't tell us."
Athena	"There is a communications console in the Temple," the Kel dor says, "down the hall. Tell the staff I there I sent you, and you should be able to send any kind of long range transmission you please." "That's better," the swordsmaster says, then turns to the rest of the younglings. "Alright, clean up everyone please, class is dismissed." Volk ignores Ellari and approaches Jorn. "I've made a decision," he announces to the green armored Mandalorian. But Jorn probably won't hear any of it, as he's far too focused on in the stance he's mastered to hear anything else around him. Seeing that Jorn seems to have ascended to an uninterruptible level of focus, he calmly waves a hand, using the Force to gently but firmly lower the training blade away from Jorn. Perhaps this will snap him out of his reverie.
Jorn	Jorn only snaps out of things when the fiorce interferes. Ready with the blade untilt hen he looks around. "What?" he knows the world was lost moments ago. It felt freeing. No worries. No stress. Just focus. it was nice, in an odd way.
Volken Mons	Volken turns to watch Jorn for a few seconds before looking back to Ellari. He gives a non committal grunt and then nods to Master Volk before stepping out into the hallway to begin tromping in the direction of the communications center.
Ellari Zin	Ellari rolls her eyes, shaking her head. She watches Volken tromp back into the hallway as he heads to the comms center for a moment, then turns back to Jorn. "Master Volk has news for you, finally." she tells him.
Athena	The Kel Dor actually chuckles softly at Jorn's reaction. "Your focus is admirable," Volk says, "and I have found you to be a worthy student." This will be welcome news to Jorn likely, after enduring feeling like a dunce who'd been held back a lot for the past thirty minutes. "You will be trained," he says, "but I will not be your Master," he continues. "Your master is on a distant, obscure Outer Rim planet called Tenoo," he says, "there with a couple other Jedi and another Force sensitive skilled in the Jedi ways of the saber helping to restore an ancient Temple. He shall be your primary tutor, though the others may assist as much or as little as they prefer." Volken will find that the room with the comms console in it is ... a half constructed mess. The drywall is unfinished, and some of the floor looks like it had been torn up recently and is in the middle of being repaired. The console seems functional, though. A harried looking comms specialist approaches Volken distractedly. "Uh? Are you lost? Are you supposed to be in here?" he asks.
Ellari Zin	Ellari frowns pensively, listening to what Volk has to say. Tenoo...Outer Rim. Hm, well, maybe that wasn't such a bad idea, a nowhere planet on the fringe would hopefully be among the last places they could be found those seeking glory and the Darksaber before Jorn was ready. Or even if it wasn't, at least there were enough of these sorts of places that without a solid lead they'd be difficult to find.     "Very well then let's get going as quickly as possible. But also, aren't you going to give us a name?"
Jorn	Jorn looks at everything for a moment. That's...not expected. More training? A new planet? All of it news to him for a moment. His confusion isn't vocalized. "Thank you," he inclines his head gratefully. "I think that's a 'let the force decide,' thing." Jorn's learning the jargon, just replace the word "Fate" with "The Force." Easy enough to speak Jedi lingo.
Ellari Zin	"What do you mean 'let the Force decide'?" Ellari asks, arching a brow at Jorn. "Master Trassa Volk clearly already has someone in mind, but once again is avoiding tell us who it is, exactly."
Athena	"There is a Jedi Marshal there by the name of Master Rykard," he says, "Search for him, and he will tell you what to do once you arrive," Volk says, once again, not -really- answering Ellari. He then turns to Jorn. "I will not lie," the Kel dor says, "I sense the path of ahead of you will not be easy." He places both hands on his shoulders. "But I believe you have both the strength and resolve to persevere," he says, "and bring peace and unity to Mandalore. "You are one of a kind," he says, "among your kind. Do not forget that. May the Force be with you." He then bows, and turns to leave the courtyard.
Jorn	"I will try, but that's all I can say," Jorn knows there's a lot of more moving parts at work before he's able to create change. These are absolutes that he just cannot deal in. To many moving parts to say do, or do not.
Volken Mons	I need to send a message back home." Volken looks around with some surprise at the state of the room...but otherwise returns his attention to the keeper. "Master Volk gave me permission. And I'm going ot need some privacy." He reaches into his helmet to access the data related to his comm-link system and sends it to his vambraces and then turns to look at the clerk expectantly.
Ellari Zin	"Ugh," Ellari grumbles. "You -know- of whom you are thinking, don't you? So why won't you just -tell- us?" She shakes her head, as the Kel Dor walks away. "Why do I have a feeling they're just stringing us along for...something." She doesn't even know what. "Hmph. Let's just go."     She sends a brief message to Volken.     |They're sending us to the Outer Rim. Tenoo. Heading back to my ship now. If you're going to come along, let us know.
Athena	The comms specialist arches a brow at Volken, looking perplexed but doesn't further comment and just moves aside and gestures at the comms console so that Volken can do his thing. What was Master Volk up to these days, letting a Mandalorian into the Temple of the Kyber as if it's a normal thing? If Volken dials Thaelin, the young Mandalorian will pick up the holocall on the first buzz. "Volken? Are you alright? Where are you?" he asks, sounding genuinely concerned. "You're not back on Mandalore yet, are you?" Volk does not dignify Ellari with an answer. Once he's gone, he's gone.
Volken Mons	"Sorry for bouncing like that Thaelin. I had to follow a private lead in order to get some clarity about this whole Dark Saber mess but I think I got what I need. I can't talk about it now over this comm message but I'm coming back right away... How's the situation back there? How're you two lovebirds doin'? They haven't burned Sundari to the ground have they?" Volken glances away, briefly, looking towards the door and also to be certain the clerk has also moved away.
Ellari Zin	Ellari sighs and starts heading back to the port, assuming Jorn is following. Hopefully, BPIC won't give her as much trouble leaving as they did arriving...
Athena	The specialist is gone, and seems to have given Volken all the privacy he needs for the time being, the door is closed. "Well," Thaelin says, "It seems that word has gotten out about my cousin admitting to stealing the Dark Saber. And there's a bit of public outrage about that. He's in the wind, and there's civil disputes cropping up all over the place. Some people believe the news, others don't. Needless to say, amidst all the chaos, many have forgotten about the original debate, which is where the dark saber is, currently. Sundari hasn't burned to the ground... yet. Sanza and I are alright, but I honestly think that the best thing for you to do right now is stay away from Mandalore. They've forgotten about you and your allies for now, and it's probably best to keep it that way for now." "The other matter causing civil disputes is the fact that my mother is campaigning for more political power and real estate. My father... he may not ever be well enough to be considered a suitable governor for any city states, and that's a problem." He sighs. "Listen, my sister is hoping that her lover will return... soon. I think my mother is going to try to convince him to join her side as soon as he resurfaces. I pray he never does...at least not for awhile."
Volken Mons	"Yer kidding. I came all this way in part to make sure we secured that info about Caine and you're telling me it leaked -anyway-? " Seems lek -both- he and Ellari were right. It kind of sort of didn't matter in the end but at the same time it did because it distracted them all from the Dark Saber itself in exchange for the political theater. But for how long... Volken grumbles and grips the communication table tightly. "Jorn's going to come back. Trust me. The Dark Saber can't just stay floatin' around the galaxy after all, can it? I mean, we're 'safe' for now but... how long before somebody comes looking for it? Plus the longer we stay away the more things might get out of hand, right? I dont think Jorn is going to side with your mother. I'm almost certain of that. I"ll make certain of that.... But what about my whole share of things? Did you put my name down so that Lady Solstice wouldn't get more and get more control?"
Athena	"What did you expect?" Thaelin says, "he told me personally after the reception that he had to admit to his deeds at my wedding! As important as that was, it just seemed so unlikely to me that only the two of you heard." "Would that be so bad if it didn't come back to Mandalore for a bit? Would it be so bad if we just let the conflict about someone stealing it, and the coup my mother is trying to stage, be the only problems we worry about for now?" "How would you know? He loves my sister, doesn't he?" "We've drafted up a contract -- I'll be sending it over soon for you to look at and sign. Listen, I have to go now. Please, be safe. Look over the contract once I send it over, and consider not returning to Mandalore for the time being. I think you'd be safer that way. Ret'urcye mhi, vod..." And then the holocall ends.