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Abigael - Reflections and Training
10 Years ago…
Various sounds of beeps and boops whirled on the small transport ship. A small child huddled in a nook of a couch as she sniffled and whimpered as the ship began to take off. Soon after the ship reached into space, leaving the desert city of Tatooine behind, footsteps on metal resounded as a man in his thirties came looking through the room. He wore a simple blue robe and various armor pieces that covered his arms and legs. A few faded scars crossed his forehead and cheeks as he saw years of fighting. He stood by the table that showed a hologram of various planets and the one that they were just leaving.
“You can come out now.” the man said in a calming tone, sleeking back his black hair as if he knew the girl was hiding not far from him.
The young blonde still hid in her little hiding place as silent as she could. She hugged her legs refusing the call of the man, soon he looked towards where she was and smiled softly in her direction. She tensed as he walked towards her and leveled down on a knee while holding out a hand. “It’s okay young Abigael, I understand your pain leaving behind loved ones. You will be safe with me, I promise.” The voice was genuine yet the young girl screamed out clutching her broken flute.
“Why did they give me away!” the young blonde cried and pleaded. Tears streaming down her puffy cheeks.
The man’s lips staggered into an almost frown but he had to steel himself and be careful how his words could affect the girl next. Her parents knew she would be better with him after the attack and there was no way they could afford the creds to send her off to some academy. Her mother was a slave and her father was a Force Sensitive that always was disappearing and reappearing trying to avoid the bounties on his head. Ryu Aerlson was a quirky man he had met some years ago in Tatooine’s cantina, he made some bad decisions in life only to keep his family fed and used his abilities to trick others. Soon enough karma had caught up to Ryu and he had to save his best friend from his wrongdoings.
The robed man opened his eyes as he spoke once more, still keeping his hand outstretched. “Your father thought it best to be under my care for the time being. Do not worry, he is doing fine and I healed the worst of his injuries. Here you can even listen to this.’’ The man dug into his pocket to produce some recording device and a hologram of Ryu appeared, replaying a message to his daughter to be trained under Isaaosva Litgail and she would be safer under his care. Before the image finished, Ryu waved his stubby arm then chuckled embarrassed, and switched to waving his left arm in farewell. The young girl rubbed her eyes still in disbelief she had to leave her family behind…
Five years later…
Abigael spent her years being apprenticed under her Teräskäsi master, Isaaosva Litgai, though she was only allowed to call him “Master” through their training. He was strict but fair. The planets they visited were usually pretty and Abi got to see other places that weren’t just sand planets. They only stopped for fuel or training for intense hours under waterfalls and top mountains to hone their martial arts. Through most of Abi’s young youth, she was quite the rebellious one but he continued to temper strict care, Isaaosva managed to gain her trust little by little. She was taught how to survive on her own whenever her Master could not be around as it was essential in case they got split up in a dire situation.
That dire situation came soon when the Dark Jedi had found them once again. The two of them were caught unguarded leaving her Master to defend her from the most lethal attacks. It seemed like her Master had gained the upper hand in defeating the Dark Jedi but he was sorely underestimated by trick tactics. Both of them were nearly beaten to death, the Dark Jedi had faked his death until Isaaosva came too close and found a saber suddenly behind him. Fear and anger raged within the young Abi as she unleashed a devastating blast of telekinetic energy toward the Dark Jedi. In the outburst, she crushed her Master and the Dark Jedi just laughed using the momentum of the pull to escape with a sliver of his life force still intact.
Abi fell on her knees near her fading Master and cried and cried blaming herself for her weakness. A storm began to form and poured heavy rain as she sat there in despair. Where would she go now? Would her parents come to her rescue? Her memory became fuzzier and fuzzier on these events and she tried to block them out as she pushed on alone.
Present-day - Padawan Aerlson
Her days on Viscara were certainly eventful, having survived by some miracle after Revan then Malak began sending troops down which kept her busy defending the Colony. Doubts seemed to invade her mind and she often refused to let anyone know how she truly felt when asked. Qy and Callista were great friends and always seemed to find her hints of discomfort, but was she comfortable sharing the darker parts of her mind? The Lion…sweet little fellow Thelion always seemed to be busy at the workbench and always seemed so nervous. Thelion became an entirely new person when it came to the Force, rather astute in knowledge, and helped those through meditation practices. He was a true bookworm of the Jedi which she admired though worried about the burnt scarrings he received from the Dark One. The only Jedi she truly trusted was Kairos, they were like brother and sister that always had each other’s back.
When things got rough, Abi always found some sort of solace when speaking to Kai about her problems, though was always afraid others would judge her for speaking her mind. She isolated herself on Kairos ship most days, becoming too comfortable in her antisocial lifestyle. Often Kai would scold her and tell her to go get some fresh air at least a few times than caging herself just because a few mistakes happened.
Abi was used to constant failures but wasn’t numb to them. Many of her childhood was filled with some joys and mistakes. When she reflected on her past life she remembered her father lost an arm when he tried to defend her against a Dark Sider. Then she lost Teräs Käsi Master who rarely let her speak his name, but she had such a close bond with him and then it was gone five years later. As a Jedi now she knew that she wasn’t allowed to linger on the past but the dark side had always found ways to get into her mind. If she had never joined the Viscara Temple she might have found herself floundering and succumbing to the Dark Side sooner than later.
It came out of nowhere, a message bleeped to meet in the Temple council room. Anxiety loomed over Abi as she made a run from Kairos’ ship to the Temple, she never had a personal message from the Masters to meet with her. Did she get in trouble? She couldn’t think of anything that she did other than keep to herself. Perhaps she had angered Vrake again? Running through the dense swampy forest, the poor woman raced with thoughts of dread, she jumped and weaved through the outlaws that had taken residence there and made it across the tree bridge that led to the hidden Temple. She made no eye contact with the temple guards as she went inside, going straight towards the Council room where she was summoned. She let in an inhale before stepping through the door and walking in preparing for the worse.
To her surprise, it was Master Vandar who stood waiting for her, the little green fellow whom she met on a few rare occasions as he was from Dantooine. She hoped to one day visit that planet when she became stronger in the Force.
"How serious are you to be Jedi, Initiate? Think you do, that you can carry the standards of the Order, into the future? " he asked as the woman stood at attention. "Many Jedi, trained have I, to great success. The Viscaran Order, a bad record for successful Jedi, does it have, but I think, even despite your drunk showing to a lesson, you can be Jedi. "
She dreaded that day with Knight Shax when she showed up filled with alcohol. She mostly blamed Kairos for not helping her detox after their little party. Regardless, the little green man seemed to see through her and sensed the lack of Force training.
"I, Master Vandar of Dantooine’s Order, take you as Padawan. " Master Vandar nodded.
Abigael felt a sense of relief and joy course over her that she almost jumped in excitement. She never believed this day would come when a Master would take her under their wing. What would her parents think of her now? What would her runaway father say to her now?
“Welcome, you are. Come, we begin your formal studies. In the temple, you will live. Study and training will be many of your days. Teach you closely, I shall, for the next few weeks with intense study.”
Now the true test came.
