nonamazing
Explorer
Master Atharias smiles at you. "While I am loathe to leave the Academy, even for a short time, I am confident that I have chosen well--the eight of you should have little difficulty managing the academy during my absence."
Behind Atharias, a vast school of platinum tyel fish float lazily in circles, sweping in broad arcs past the curved transparent walls of the master's private chamber. The master himself, a dark-skinned humanoid with four sharp green eyes, sits cross-legged on the room's bare floor, seemingly completely relaxed. He blinks slowly as he looks at each of you in turn, gauging your reactions.
It's not altogether rare for Atharias to hold council with the instructors. Such meetings are usually the master's way of keeping up with the progress of the Academy's charges and mediating disputes and disagreements between instructors and students alike. So when he called you to his chambers this evening, the last thing you anticipated was being given the responsibilty of running the entire academy!
Jodan Korlaac, the youngest of your group, coughs nervously, but Master Atharias appears not to notice. "The Naveion system has been chosen to host a very important gathering. Masters from across the galaxy are coming here in order to discuss something of great significance. I cannot say how long the talks will take...but I expect to be gone for a least a week, and quite likely more."
"If they're coming here, Master, then why do you need to leave?", Jodan interrupts.
"Not here, specifically. But to Naveion, yes. The Jedi have decided to meet on Masu, so as not to interfere with our students' training." Atharias pauses. "While I would dearly love to bring all of my instructors with me, it simply isn't feasible at this time, especially with the large amount of new students who have recently arrived."
Atharias deftly operates a small device around his wrist, and a series of small holographic images appears before him. The images are of three children, a Rodain, a Farghul, and a Human. "Zeth, Vassa, and Sol. Three highly promising students, each strong in the Force, all brought to the Academy in the span of less than a month." Atharias raises an eyebrow as he looks up at you. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you how auspicious this is--normally, we recieve no more than two or three qualified students in the course of an entire year."
The master looks up at you. "So far, we have yet to decide on a course of training for these three." Atharias spreads his hands. "During my absence, I expect you all to fully examine each of the subjects, and have a report prepared for me upon my return."
Before you have had a chance to digest these words, a soft chirping sounds from Atharias' door. The master waves his hand casually. "Enter."
The door slides open quietly, and three young children, barefoot, walk cautiously in. "Ah, just who we were speaking of," Atharias says warmly. "Welcome, children." The Rodain seems sullen, perhaps angry, but both the Human and the Farghul seem in good spirits, though both are obviously trying to hide their nervousness.
"My fellow instructors, these students have been staying at the academy for a short while now, but we have had little time to give them a proper welcome and orientation. This is something that I hoped we could remedy at this time."
Atharias bows formally to the children. "Young ones. These men you see here will be responsible for you during your time at the Academy." The master then turns and bows to you. "Instructors. Please take a moment to introduce yourself to these students and let them know what their purpose is here."
Behind Atharias, a vast school of platinum tyel fish float lazily in circles, sweping in broad arcs past the curved transparent walls of the master's private chamber. The master himself, a dark-skinned humanoid with four sharp green eyes, sits cross-legged on the room's bare floor, seemingly completely relaxed. He blinks slowly as he looks at each of you in turn, gauging your reactions.
It's not altogether rare for Atharias to hold council with the instructors. Such meetings are usually the master's way of keeping up with the progress of the Academy's charges and mediating disputes and disagreements between instructors and students alike. So when he called you to his chambers this evening, the last thing you anticipated was being given the responsibilty of running the entire academy!
Jodan Korlaac, the youngest of your group, coughs nervously, but Master Atharias appears not to notice. "The Naveion system has been chosen to host a very important gathering. Masters from across the galaxy are coming here in order to discuss something of great significance. I cannot say how long the talks will take...but I expect to be gone for a least a week, and quite likely more."
"If they're coming here, Master, then why do you need to leave?", Jodan interrupts.
"Not here, specifically. But to Naveion, yes. The Jedi have decided to meet on Masu, so as not to interfere with our students' training." Atharias pauses. "While I would dearly love to bring all of my instructors with me, it simply isn't feasible at this time, especially with the large amount of new students who have recently arrived."
Atharias deftly operates a small device around his wrist, and a series of small holographic images appears before him. The images are of three children, a Rodain, a Farghul, and a Human. "Zeth, Vassa, and Sol. Three highly promising students, each strong in the Force, all brought to the Academy in the span of less than a month." Atharias raises an eyebrow as he looks up at you. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you how auspicious this is--normally, we recieve no more than two or three qualified students in the course of an entire year."
The master looks up at you. "So far, we have yet to decide on a course of training for these three." Atharias spreads his hands. "During my absence, I expect you all to fully examine each of the subjects, and have a report prepared for me upon my return."
Before you have had a chance to digest these words, a soft chirping sounds from Atharias' door. The master waves his hand casually. "Enter."
The door slides open quietly, and three young children, barefoot, walk cautiously in. "Ah, just who we were speaking of," Atharias says warmly. "Welcome, children." The Rodain seems sullen, perhaps angry, but both the Human and the Farghul seem in good spirits, though both are obviously trying to hide their nervousness.
"My fellow instructors, these students have been staying at the academy for a short while now, but we have had little time to give them a proper welcome and orientation. This is something that I hoped we could remedy at this time."
Atharias bows formally to the children. "Young ones. These men you see here will be responsible for you during your time at the Academy." The master then turns and bows to you. "Instructors. Please take a moment to introduce yourself to these students and let them know what their purpose is here."
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