Roene Givrah

Roene felt a small shift in his stance as another Jedi walked the path of the roof around him. The stone reacted warmly to each of her steps and Roene could feel the flux of her presence upon the clammy gray surface and even though he was still moving around himself, his mind stretched some part of itself to meet her. He hadn't had the presence of mind to introduce himself, but even from where he stood and what mental capacity he could lend, he felt he already knew something of her, even if it was only a fraction. The Cerean could feel traceries of Trushaun's presence about the woman as if she had been involved with the Fosh in one way or another, but it wasn't enough to suggest the level of her involvement or to suggest that she would be concerned with Trushaun's current comatose state. So Roene continued to meditate, even as the other Jedi walked away, lost in thought. As before, he felt the webs of the cold water around him soothing his thoughts and immersing him within its cooled embrace. Each pour of open anticipation was mediated with the subtle and sensitive judgment of the Cerean's feet as they moved gently across the stone in tandem with his arms. One fluid gesture led to the next and before long the Cerean had a score of water pooling around his frame and circling his form. Focus... Peace... Knowledge... Balance... The Cerean chanted in silent reverence to his meditation and as his movements pushed onward, the majesty of his moves were lost within the fine elemental spectacle of it all.

((Sorry, accidental double post))

The Cerean let out a long sigh, his large head sopping wet with sweat and the two bodies draped over his shoulders growing heavier with each step. He couldn't understand the fatigue upon which it would take either, let alone both of his apprentices, to fall unconscious, but it became clear to the Cerean that they weren't going to wake for some time and if he was to proceed in any fashion he would have to let them go; for a time. It was hard, seeing as how these made three apprentices that he had lost now, but Roene knew they would return to him eventually. So despite his heavy heart, he built himself with the knowledge that it was his duty to be available for knowledge seeking, whether his apprentices should return or any other Jedi should seek his council. Roene slowly slipped into the infirmary and left Trushaun and Elnia on cots right beside Durzo. Their eyes were fading and left him alone beside their motionless bodies. The spectacle alone managed to stir him profoundly, but he left his feelings to wash through his mind and could feel them as they ran their course and out into the open air. It isn't wise to dwell on feelings of loss, especially when such things are bound to the force's will. Roene knew this and he bowed reverently to his students before taking his leave and making his way through the temple. He passed by padawans and knights alike, that were curious at his troubled contention, but he put them at ease with a soft wave of his hand and left to the roof where the great waterfall poured into it. It was a marvel of engineering and nature to have such a physical manifestation of Tython's wildlife used to synthesize an innovative nuance in its construction and it just so happened to be Roene's fault that it flowed so smoothly. Something that took him almost a week to do, built up to be a substantial hydraulic power source for the temple and provided ample decoration as well. With soft steps, Roene removed his shoes at the precipice of stone and walked slowly over the cold stone to where the rapid water consumed all space of sound. The Cerean felt the fury of the water as it shot through the slots designated for it and even though the waterfall was consistent in its desire to rip through the slots with its mighty power, it fit in them peacefully enough. Roene's arms moved out slowly and dropped his outer robe to the stony ground. Immediately he could feel the humid air wrap around him and it seemed to welcome his presence in its cold embrace. The Cerean nodded silently and with delicate motions he moved. He began slowly wrapping his limbs around a natural extension, accepting the pliable mold of furious nature before him. His limbs worked as extensions of his spiritual energy and fell into the wholeness of his ethereal body. He became one with the energy of the water as it flowed peacefully beside him like the welcoming hand of a friend that cried out to Roene with warmth. Then he began to carve. He used his hands to pull the water away in streams, but left the consistent pull of the waterfall to remain. He urged the streams to pull away and felt their flight at his grasp. It was a struggle, but one the Cerean knew from previous experience with the same source of elemental passion. The familiarity of the gesture and Roene's breathing synched his control and soon four streams of water began sliding from their furious home and wrapped around the Jedi Knight as he continued manipulating each piece of their transient azure puzzle. He used each stream to make shapes in the air and articulated each one carefully as he slowly closed his eyes and felt the breadth of his effort. The continual motions were still locked though and continued even as Roene breathed in the chaotic humidity around him and pushed out the peaceful air within his own body. It was an interesting sort of meditation that Roene hadn't tried before, but one that Roene felt would be just as fruitful as meditation in silence.

Roene softened his fall as well, taking note of Trushaun's instinct to soften her fall and the length at which she was to the swan in the air. The Fosh didn't quite touch the animal, which meant she had some work yet on that particular element, but even while taking not of her progress, his mind kept racing and providing more and more tasks for her to complete in rapid succession. This way, it would help to teach the Fosh to fight through fatigue and quickly slide from one task to another. The next task would be a little more tiring, but he knew she'd be up to it. this one would be a little more focused on the capability of multi-tasking. Roene tossed a few stones straight up into the air and began to twirl them around in a clockwise circle. Then, he enhanced his hearing, sight and smell to absorb the sensory evocation of the world around him and picked on of the most pungent sensory targets for his lesson and found a small furry black and white creature. It was twenty feet away, but even from here Roene could hear its skittering, smell its horrid spray, and see it rolling around in the brush. "Alright," Roene said, focusing on all of the tasks around him while talking to the Fosh. "I want you to continue the pattern that you see here and I want you to increase your physical senses through the force to find an animal at the same time. This animal is about twenty feet away and is very potent in practically all of your senses so it shouldn't be hard to find." Roene finished as he stuck his hand out for the Fosh to take over twirling the stones.

Roene was surprised with how fast Tru could go and figured if she knew this much about speed he wouldn't have to revisit it after all. Both of them flew threw the air like it was nothing and managed good time to the hillock. Roene's interests were primarily focused on Tru's progress, but he too managed to glean some enjoyment from the experience. He could feel the wind press upon his face and enjoyed the natural embrace that Tython's air played upon his skin. He could feel the former affinity he had with the planet returning and bonded with the soil beneath his feet as he pulled through each and every step with ease. When both of them reached the hillock, despite his body bursting with adrenaline, the Knight stopped for a moment and took his time to pant and rest. He only took a small moment though, because one moment led to the next and soon Roene was jumping high into the air. He hinted that Trushaun do the same and while in mid air gestured to a bird flying by. The Cerean lightly touched the dorsal feathers of the bird and once more indicated that Tru do the same.

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Roene nodded his head silently, stuck his finger to the bleeding wound on his arm and started restructuring the skin cells akin to a familiar process he used to restore plants. It stung a bit as the skin scabbed over quickly, but Roene's expression didn't change. "That is okay Trushaun, you will learn. Now... How fast can you go?" Roene looked over toward a nearby hillock and leaned his head in that direction. "If you can beat me to that hillock, then kudos to you, but if you can't we may need to revisit speed as well. However... No cheating and jumping over there." Roene said, a small smile emerging on his face, escaping his notice for a moment or two. When Roene finished the proposition of his challenge though, he bowed to Tru and took off like a rocket in the indicated direction.

Alright Roene thought quietly to himself, she's quick on that aspect. Now, how is she with healing? Roene took a small but sharp rock from the ground and gashed his right arm. It wasn't so big as to cause a lot of damage to himself and he knew how to repair it should Tru fail, but it was enough to give Tru a challenge. After he was done, he discarded the rock on the ground and regarded Tru and her friends as she giggled. "Alright, let's see how you can heal, and this doesn't mean you can use your tears." Roene's eyes were calm, his physical form was still and his thoughts were calm. He had to know how she dealt with issues common for Jedi in the galaxy at present. "Do what you can with my right arm and don't feel guilty if you can't do it. This is just to get a feel of your progress."

Roene stepped off the ship in the capital city of Tython and immediately set off toward the woods, carrying Elnia and his bag with him. He betrayed no deep emotion in his eyes while his quickened gait progressed through the city, but he made sure his pup, Tru and her companions were close behind him as he walked. People milled about him indifferent to his imposition and avoided his gaze, but a few seemed to take notice of his presence and through a channel of messengers, began informing the Jedi Temple of Roene's arrival, but the Cerean wasn't heading there, at least, not yet. Once Roene cleared the forest, he stopped at the treeline and set Elnia down on the grass along with his bag. "Your testing, starts... NOW!" Roene exclaimed as he turned right around and threw a small pebble at Tru with no particular aim, in the hopes that she would react in time to catch it in mid-air. He had no malice in his eyes and was prepared to catch the stone should she not react in time.

Roene was a little interested in the depth to which his padawan was reaching into nature and stimulating growth its growth. He could feel her exploration tickling the back of his mind during his lightsaber building process and wondered exactly how deep her ability extended. She wasn't after all, his padawan, and if his original impression of her years ago was any consolation, she was growing much too old to be that role anymore. He didn't know her though and he needed to gauge her talents before he could conceivably pass any judgment upon her. So that was what he was going to do. Roene took all the necessary things from the campsite and had relatively little need for his bag now that he made his light saber, but carried it around his right arm anyway, stashing what he could inside of it and wandering off toward the ship with Tyue and hopefully Trushaun following behind him. He knew his other apprentice Elnia was still comatose in the ship and was concerned for her, but until she came back to him, his main priority was Trushaun. "We are heading back to Tython. It is where I am most familiar and it is where I will gauge your ability and educate you further should you need it." Roene said with nonchalance as he packed the remaining things onto the ship, tucked Elnia in a little more, made even more take off preparations and lifted off toward Tython.

Roene accepted the offered vial and drank without question, as if his actions were on auto-pilot. Then he started walking off into the trees with his canine companion hot at his heels. His thoughts seemed abstract and distant as he walked, but he somehow knew where he was going. Following the padded tilt of his fading pace upon the grassy terrain for what seemed like hours, Roene came to a glade in one of the oldest parts of Naboo's forested areas. It was a curious thing to be led by an invisible string to a place you'd never seen before, but the place called to him through his dreams while he lay in the path of destruction, moments before. The small taste his recovery trance and unconsciousness brought him, provoked a bit of curiosity that pushed action into Roene's mind. An energy concentration, far larger than Roene had ever seen or felt before, rested in a crook of the Nabooian wilds. It called to him before and it was calling to him more as he came closer and closer. The potency of the latent force in the call was enough to draw his attention, but once Roene began to near the enclosure, he started to realize just how overwhelming the force's presence in this place truly was. The glade before him echoed with the ages of the trees and the history that perpetuated the space. The fading past of the trees began to grow up all around him and he could feel the echoes coalesce into a hazy mist that drifted in cloudy blurs throughout the area. The focus, however, seemed to be on a simple boulder in the center of the glade that had been there a sight longer than the other relics around it. It bore witness to the world in its stable and unchallenged place; quiet and solid, but with enormous potential. "Here..." Roene whispered to himself. "It will be here." Roene put a soft arm up to barricade Trushaun, indicating that she couldn't follow him into the glade, but instead, could watch from afar. He mentally pushed Tyue, his Garrall, and Tyue's companions into staying as well so as to avoid the possible interruptions their presence would induce. However, he allowed the other animals, the ones that naturally existed within their habitats, to remain without fear of his presence. Once the preparations were made and Roene was content with the peace granted by his surroundings, he removed his shoes and took soft steps into the brush with his bag at his side. Each step was soft upon his feet, each step was planned in its execution and each step was taken so as not to crush the grass beneath it. Instead, each movement he took was impossibly soft. He glided upon the surface of the grass so that the tendrils of leafy green embraced his feet and accepted the weight of his stance, rather than crumpled beneath his weight. Within this exercise at meticulously adhering to nature's vulnerability, Roene closed the distance between himself and the boulder, ending his movement with a kneel at its base. With the cold metal of his left arm and the soft touch of his right, Roene took up the bag he held at his side and slowly began to remove the contents upon the flat surface of the boulder ignoring the noises they made when they made contact. Then, after all of the objects were effectively emptied and spread out atop the gray stone, Roene gently took his bag and deposited it on a rough plot of soil to his right. Objects of metal, of wood, of leathery hide, and of crystal, stood with impunity upon the rock. They were each shaped individually by their environments and carved or manipulated using forces of nature and will. Roene bowed his head to the stone as if reverent to his collection, but regardless, took note of each piece where it rest. He looked upon each piece, taking images of each into his mind, and closely examined each physical form. Slowly then, guided by unwavering patience, Roene changed his posture from a tensed kneel, to a relaxed, cross-legged seated position. He breathed in and out smoothly, mocking the flow of a stream and the blowing of wind through the trees. His body swayed with the green grass and the bark as breeze after warming breeze poured over him and pushed him into shifting his weight. Roene's legs slowly began to root themselves into the ground and joined the dirt beneath them in his unyielding stance. The known world around him, subjective through the precept of his eyes, began to melt into a wide array of beautiful colors. The most pronounced color was of a light green hue but was nonetheless as brilliant as the others that gleamed around him. He would not let himself be distracted though. For, even in the abstracted shadow of his concentrated thoughts, he pushed his mind away from further abstraction and didn't allow his mind to halt until he had found the objects on the stone once more. The stone, if it could be called a stone anymore, rested as a giant tablet, telling of past events that were available with the barest of touches. It was a sentient being in its own right that rested, large and gray, upon the forest floor. Each item lay before Roene atop the rock tablet's back, echoing with the memories and history they possessed. The hide of a fallen Dewback, the bark of a corrupted Kashyyykian old growth tree, crystals from a cave on Tython, electronics gathered from the Tython Jedi temple and metal made from rock forged in the depths of a volcano. All of these elements and fixtures, save a few small additions, had been gathered by Roene himself and vividly evoked the touch of his efforts through their gleaming light. Each piece represented something alone, resonating with an assortment of different colors and magnitudes, echoes and whispers, but similar in some small way. Each led Roene closer on his path to Knighthood and each would coalesce into something greater than their stoic, seemingly immutable, forms. Soft hands stretched from his mind as he rested within the energy inherent in the world around him. The words of the trees whispered to him while he worked and took hold of his ghostly attempts with sensitive care, guiding his movements and providing him with more tools. The power of the trees aided the husk of once corrupted bark as it wrapped, creating the outside of the hilt in an organic curved pattern that matched the hands that floated above. Vines rose to the top of the rock in lifelike rows of a green procession, pushed by the trees to add the veins from their bodies to the constitution of the Cerean's saber. This flux of the force, lingering from the vines to the saber, offered a small compromise as the vines began their march forward and on to the small beginnings of the wooden hilt that lay upon the rock with the supplementary electronics inside it. Each vine, preceded by the next, began to wrap around the inside of the wooden husk and embrace the dead wooden shell once nestled inside. Before long, the power cell and emitters were consumed with veins of emerald and connected through the will of Roene's environment. Although no wire-based electrical connections came of this synthesis, the vines were a suitable surrogate. By virtue of traveling synapses through plant greenery, the life that grew inside Roene's saber could send electrical signals just as well as neurons in a brain. And they did very well with restoring the bark that, until now, rested upon the stone with hollow longing. Each piece of metal that once lingered, still upon the rock, began to grind to the stone without an obvious direction. Each piece of metal had its own duty and its own shape to achieve, providing a consistently smooth pace to ease the rough sounds of their movements. When the metal pieces were of the right fit with different sections of the hilt, which had sprung into sentience of its own as the tree bark regained new life in response to the new organic inhabitants, each piece rose and fell into place, clasped by the vines as they fell and were welcomed as yet another piece to the puzzle. Intricate charcoal colored metal accents were formed upon the wood and green of the vines; intricate metal sockets and facets were carved even further and shaped to preordained specifications, to fit the natural forms of each focus crystal. As this mystical fusion based birth took place upon the rock, Roene's personal, color and kasha crystals stood aside from the sentient hilt in admiration and respect. They waited patiently until the last metal socket was made, before being individually picked up and placed carefully into each slot. Once touched, once called, the gleaming force crystals surged with powerful and colorful beauty both within the force and the physical world. Purple, the color of his soul crystal, went to the base of his hilt to provide a stable base in himself so he would never forget who he was and what he stood for. Off-white, the color of his kasha crystal, would go to the center and provide balance to his mind and heart in the heat of even the largest of conflicts. Veridian, the color of the color crystal, glowed brilliantly with the same hue as the rest of the force energy around him and would serve as the symbol of his strength in peace. It will be true strength of will to never show the color of my blade; the strength of someone who believes peace can exist in the heart of man. As the shape of the hilt neared completion, the assembled parts called for the parts that remained on the cold stone. The small parts of leathery hide, taken from a deceased Dewback, which previously rested inert on the rock, slowly began to move and shape itself. Parts of it folded and combined, condensing the rough scales into the thick comfortable padding that would rest beneath Roene's hand. And when the journey ended, the Dewback hide rose from its spot and froze. For a few moments, the piece of molded hide that resulted from the transformation, stood alone in the air and sought counsel from the hilt that was still actively moving around on the rock. It sought magical counsel and to commune with the hilt. It moved closer and closer, inch by inch. And, before long, it made it, stopping only to embrace the latches of vine hands that were reaching out to soften the impact and fasten the hide to the surface of the hilt, pushing it and forcing it to grasp the wood. The Dewback hide, when it came into contact with the revived Kashyyykian bark, felt rejuvenation and fell suit with the other hilt pieces. The lack of independence and strength didn't suit the character of the hide's previous owner, but it capitulated regardless of motive and molded onto the hilt with little to no touch of artifice in its application. Then, after one final breath and some minor adjustments, the sentient hilt slowly shifted down to the bare stone and stopped moving. A sense of pride and accomplishment washed over the Cerean, though his expression betrayed nothing. Roene's ghostly hands, made manifest through the force, wrapped from afar upon the hilt and felt the moisture of the hide as it likened to its namesake even when molded into a mere tool. His fingers depressed the carved metal button and with a small sound, a brilliant light green blade emitted flawlessly. Its ignition put forth furious uproar within the internal parts of the hilt, pulling a furious air to every gesture made by the active blade. When the light green blade was sheathed though, the life of fury that erupted before ceased its rampage and remained quiet. Sounds of breathing still emitted softly through the haze though because, as Roene slowly began to realize, the sentience of the hilt wasn't merely a formality. The Cerean set his saber back on the boulder though, and let himself re-emerge in the physical world, causing himself to feel the presence of passing force fluctuations pushing rapidly against him. When finished, his mind and body felt a small pulse in the force, emitting from the center boulder where his hilt lay, resting. Even though he made the saber and could see it clearly in front of him, he was almost afraid to touch it. Looking back at it from where he sat, in between it and the glade's exterior, was terrifying, but exhilarating. It was, after all, a tool of war, something he was innately opposed to, but something that brought agenda and ambition to virtues like trust and admiration. It was originally a machination of the Sith and such power as it lay barely feet from his hands, seemed risky to say the least. The Cerean struggled with his leads and his motivations and strove to find some saving grace in his mind. It took a moment or two to regale himself on his teachings, training and remember the years of knowledge gathering he had done before joining the order and although comfort could be gathered, he had to settle for the hard truth. If there was peace to be had in nature or the galaxy, and it could not come through the pleasance of words or the kindness of alternatives, then it would fall to fine strikes and keen defenses of arbiters to bring messages of peace to a galaxy in peril. So I will take up my blade”¦ Roene thought to himself nervously as he spied the object that seemed conflictingly alluring. His hands groped outward for it as he grew near. His eyes widened with anxiety and shock, but when his hand finally touched the moistened hide of the hilt, that fluxed and adjusted at his touch, Roene felt connected to it. He felt connected to the life within his saber and connected to the will of the galaxy. And I will bring peace”¦ Roene's words drifted into the glade and managed to gain some distance before dissipating into canopy. Roene slid the new light saber hilt in the tight cloth band around his waist and walked slowly as before, back to the waiting crowd of his apprentice and the growing group of animal companions. ”œIt is time to leave”¦”

Roene rolled over and grumbled silently to himself as Trushaun came merrily back into the camp with a few furry creatures scurrying after her. He didn't really register the Voorpaks and when he tried to look toward the source of the little noises, his Garrall's face came into view and started licking his nose. ”œCome on Tyue,”

Muted they were, the colors of the world, as the Cerean lay transfixed in a relaxed state of unconsciousness. He couldn't help but feel as his body mended itself through the beneficial efforts of REM sleep and his thoughts as they dwell within the world before him that burned with a renewed sense of vibrancy. The rejuvenated life of the planet began to swarm around him and lend some of its energy to help him in his recovery, but Roene did not take of the offered bounty. His body would mend and had mended itself in the time he took to rest. The energy he gave to help the forest would be replenished and even when the ailing wildlife felt like returning his gesture, he felt it needed all of the energy it could get. Roene was subtly greeted by a small Garrall puppy nibbling at his fingers when his perceptions slowly resumed, but Roene was too tired to get up all the way. He merely lay idle, content in the restored natural order all around him.

((Wow, I am really bad at this)) Feeling the weight of the world still hefted on his shoulders, Roene's will was bound to his task without plausible excuse to turn. The existence outside his bubble was inconsequential to the state of the world within and although the turmoil was heating more and more as Roene picked through the brilliant world of bare bones brought to the fore by the living force, he was pushing through at an effective rate and was nearing the fruit of his labor. So the Cerean continued to struggle, doing his best to remove every last bit of cancerous corruption that leached off the vibrancy and natural energy of the land. His body was paling in relation to the inherent natural tan that it once was and he was sweating at an accelerated rate with every draw of renewed effort. He was the picture of unhealthiness as he drew breath again and again. Then, when the massive flux of negative energy was combed to its last infinitesimal straw, the Cerean collapsed, sighing out what he could of the negative energy into the air so it could disperse and circulate back into the world's natural order. It was a large request, but Roene knew his efforts mean something as his eyes closed and he was left with his unconscious thoughts. It was all a cycle, Roene knew, from tombs, holobooks, and holovids he had studied of ancient texts. There was a natural order of things that flowed in a cycle posited by philosophers that deigned a higher understanding of the world than most scientists did. They preached a cyclical nature to the entire galaxy and prayed that negative and positive energies both were needed to coexist evenly to synthesize harmony in natural life and that this was necessary for man or nature to live a long and fulfilling life. This wasn't the only philosophy that Roene embraced, but it made up a great deal of the Cerean's outlook on the natural world. In nature, there is both a good and bad, as there is in life, but it is the balance of both that makes harmony... Roene's lasts thoughts consisted of Turshaun and Elnia's whereabouts and how they were doing, but before he could call either in a formal force fueled sense, the Cerean's head slowly faded from existence and Roene's perception was left to roam in a world of white as his own body tried to recover and mend itself.

((I understand, breaking up duties is half of what makes them longer and more taxing --- Also, sorry you had to wait so long for a post.)) Roene listened to the cool breeze as it played upon the grass at his feet, tempting their constitution with rapid winds and breaking charcoal. The Cerean had removed his shoes and outer robes for the purposes of this endeavor and was now beginning the process of immersing himself in synchronization with the forest itself. Roene had only heard tell of these techniques, but based on his own experience with similar techniques of immersion, he figured this would have little difference. It was his own misconception however the seemed to bite back at him through his thoughts. Pain shot through Roene's left side and his entire body began to sting of a mysteriously invisible malady. Aches and pains began to rise without plausible reason and Roene groaned, silently rebelling against his miserable mental agony. The tribulations of the forest seemed to melt into his consciousness and bleed his thoughts dry. He felt the cold air of Naboo wash over him and sting in all of his metaphysical wounds. He felt the blistered wood through his bones and the fallen trees through his now fading consciousness. He kneeled, in an effort to stifle the pain, but its inevitability kept him on edge. He could feel the warm sticky red paste fall down his body and he cried out softly into the ether of his force presence; it wasn't heard. He was left to roam in a cold place in his thoughts, trying to bear any strength for warmth. He was pushing against a phantom adversity and one that proved stronger than anything he had ever encountered before. He dared not snap the fabric of nature's reality even more, but without probing the further dilemma that hung over him he couldn't do anything. So Roene tried to find some inkling of hope. Through the weary branches of clarity in his mind, the Cerean was searching; he was searching for the smallest assurance that he could get out and save himself”¦ So he could heal the pain. It was a small and fairly simple idea, but Roene heard it play again and again through his mind like a pleasant hum. He could feel his Kasha crystal like a distant echo, but the Cerean did what he could to reach it and painfully drop his bottom to the ground. He settled into as careful a stance as he could with the weight of the forest bearing down on him and he started to meditate. He remembered the words of his master echoing to him as he began to let the world go and just drift off into a trance. It was mesmerizing how amazing it felt to let himself float away from it all, and at the same time to feel the mammoth forest within and around him. He was like an enormous misshapen entity that rose from the ashes and stood in tranquil light, waiting for the magic of time to heal the wounds of a destructive past. He could feel the warmth of pleasance and contentment wash up and through his body but did not focus. He could feel the pain begin to fade, but did not focus. He had no singular focus, no singular momentum and no singular wish aside from meditation. It was the only way to effectively pull through his meditation successfully. _____________________________________________________ Slowly the world around Roene began to grow. The fallen trees remained on the ground, but the scorched earth began to breathe new life. Roene's physical form sweated profusely and paled noticeably, but it didn't move. He was rigid on the ground and the greenery branched from his stoic form; a rapid catalyst for change at the center of the forest's destruction. _____________________________________________________ Roene meditated, drawing and filtering energy through the planet along with his own body and helped recycle it into the wounds left not only in himself, but in the very spiritual entity of the forest itself. He felt the pulsing lifeline of the force through the planet of Naboo and helped to mend the wounds through an incredibly difficult meditation. _____________________________________________________ Near Roene's body his Kasha crystal glowed brightly through his inner robes, and his comm beeped idly to itself, taking a message, but failing to draw the Cerean's attention.

Roene continued off in haste toward the cinder littered forest ignoring the building feeling in his body that wretched inside him. He could vividly exhume the sensory explosion going on within his body at the dynamic display of destruction before him and he hadn't even covered the city yet. However, it was his task to stand it, to push past the sickening feelings that were twisting about his insides and make do with what he had; with what he knew. He was a healer, even if he wasn't particularly adept at the art and he knew that his relation to the natural environment around him would assist him in trying to understand how to recreate and/or nourish the planet and aid it back into a functioning state. It would take a great deal of work and much time would need to be spent on key focal points throughout the forest and bodies of water surrounding Theed before they could or should venture into the city itself. In this particular case Roene thought to himself, the planet takes precedent over the people. Within the Cerean's haste though, and through his head's beclouded state, he almost missed Tru's question. Roene looked over at the Fosh in question and grimaced slightly as a branch in the distance fell to the ground. "By the feel of the trees and the grass beneath our feet, I think there was a massive fire. It will take time and a great deal of focus, but I think we can revive the plant life and fauna here to recreate the natural order of things." Roene noted, pushing his arms out in accordance with his observation. "However, there are disturbances with the lakes nearby and not only have the flows of several natural streams been cut off, but a herd of animals can't get to their natural breeding grounds and are trapped in a grove of fallen trees. I will handle what I can here Tru. I want you to see if you can help the animals in whatever way possible." ((I want a decent sized post with reasonable solutions here. You are a naturalist, but your aren't captain planet and you are an apprentice not a master. Please be reasonable. (not that you haven't in the past, just a reminder. ))

It had been a week since his last lesson with Elnia and the poor girl was still motionless on her cot. The Cerean worried for her, but did not perchance to fret too much over his apprentice, because he knew she was still alive and would consciously return to the world eventually. Instead, Roene chose to focus on his temporary apprentice Tru, who had decided to accompany him to Naboo. He delivered his ultimatum in the forest before coming, but that didn't stop the fosh from delivering her letter and coming along anyway, which may have proven that the Fosh's master, just like Roene's apprentice, had been gone for some time. Still, this meant that Roene had a new student to learn about, gauge the talents of and teach the jedi ways. That and Roene was tasked with the clean-up of Naboo and its eco system. it was in a sorry state of disrepair and required his aid. Roene was doubtful as to his convention as a healer when Kitt explained the decimation of the planet and ts people, but when Kitt relinquished details of the blighted landscape and the environment itself, Roene felt it was in his best interest to do what he could to restore the planet back to its natural beauty. It would take some time, but it would help him in his teachings. _____________________________________ The ship landed gingerly on the broken landing pad that he was directed to and before long Roene and Tru were escorted from the ship and out to the misery. He could feel the negative feelings pouring from the populace like a wave of corruption moving through him. It was stifling to say the least, but instead of being moved from his effort purge the anguish, he continued his path toward what looked to be a burned down forest in the distance. "We will start there and work our way froward," Roene said, confidence lulling his proud words into the ears of those around him. "Tru, its time to depart, bring your things and we'll be off to the woods. You too Tyue." Roene commented over his shoulder, watching the Garral puppy tug at Elnia's unconscious form. Roene looked at him with a smile as he came back in the shuttle and noticed his sleeping padawan, but the time for play was over and he needed to leave. So he picked up his Garral puppy and started back toward the forest with a keen look in his eyes.

Roene rested among the grass gently and listened to the wind as it played beautifully across his ears. He could feel the shifts in pressure from the left to the right side and the leaves as they shuffled across the Tython forest floor. He let his thoughts soften beneath the surface of his mind and felt the physicality of his body floating away into the emerald luxury of the forest's magical atmosphere. He could feel the breaths of his padawan slowly harmonizing with that of the lives swarming around him and felt at peace with his surroundings. Something drew his attention though as the Cerean managed to achieve serene focus. His eyes darted open and he quickly got to his feet in time to catch footsteps crackling upon the leaf covered floor of the forest. Roene hadn't the foggiest as to who exactly had invaded the perimeter of their campsite, but since he had set up a ward to prohibit the entrance of any hostile creature, he figured it had to be someone from the temple. Given their physical vitals, the gait upon which they stole their pace and the intent with which they moved, Roene could sense their motivation; a motivation that was led by practical and sentient means. So Roene's stance softened, but he still kept wary for the defense of his companions. It wasn't until Haroet joined the camp that Roene let his guard down fully and met the man without prejudice. "Greetings Haroet, how fares master Kitt?" Roene asked plaintively with none but respect for his master echoing through his words. Haroet's gaze nervously darted from one padawan to another before he met Roene's in confession. "Actually Master... Roene is it? That is why I am here." Roene's brow furrowed for a moment in puzzled curiosity, but with a faint reading of the man's surface tension, the color of his thoughts read of disturbing news. Roene felt several wounds in the galaxy that were distant but throbbing in his mind's eye, but he had nothing to attach the distress to. Perhaps Haroet had some explanation? "Speak plainly Haroet, I would have no secrets or subtleties here." Roene replied in a stern and scholarly fashion, as he often did for his students, "What has happened that draws my attention?" Haroet's expression turned from curious speculation directly through the gambit of sorrowful repression and back to his original business-like facade. "I-I-uh, Grandmaster Kitt, has asked that you gather your things and go to help Naboo. It has been attacked recently in an upsurge of violent activity in the galaxy. No one seems to know the identity of the tumultuous gang of ruffians that dispersed themselves amidst key positions in the galaxy, but signs of destruction on Bespin, Kashyyyk and Naboo indicate that some practiced hand was at work here. I am here to regale you upon Kitt's request that you be sent to Naboo." Roene stood and probed the soil beneath his feet for answers. He couldn't see reason for senseless destruction, but the galactic wounds that resonated so strongly before him began to make sense and now that he stood in a position to resolve them, he felt all the better for the chance to help. "I will do what I can Haroet, see to it that Kitt hears of this." Roene said promptly, cutting off any response from Haroet as the Cerean began to gather all of his things and organize the remnants of his and his companions' campsite. It seemed like Roene and Elnia had just touched down on Tython barely a week ago and already they were leaving. Still, a duty was a duty, no matter how out of the way it was. When everything was packed an raring to go, the Cearean took a moment to linger around the camp and let out a rather large whistle of sorts, amplified through the force as it propagated through the air and out into the wild. His ward was dropped around the same time so Tyue could rejoin the party without hassle. The only trouble that Roene now had was what to do with Tru, who seemed to feel a connection to the planet. Roene had barely even met the Avian sentient and even while he held his sleeping padawan, his pup and the remnants of his campsite, using the force for any assistance that was needed, he still held his ground under the pressure and wanted to meet the Fosh before leaving. After all, it wasn't really polite to leave anyone without prerequisite. He wandered in her direction and found her meditating in much the same way he was. He tried to notify her of his presence and waited patiently for her response before offering one of his own. "Trushaun, I have promised to teach you what I know in the absence of your master, but it seems that I have been prompted elsewhere. While I welcome your company, I must question your inclination. I know of your master's preoccupation that you speak, but what happens if you leave her here? If she wants to continue your training and you have left to another planet without granting her the knowledge of your departure. It seems a little disrespectful to her." Roene said, his face scrunching a little at the recollection of his flight from his own master years ago without the slightest indication of his whereabouts. "If you still wish to leave with us, you can meet us at Docking platform B-52 in Ashla on our way to Naboo. I offer you the grace of 6 hours time to reconcile with your master, leave her a note or do nothing before my apprentice and I take off for Naboo. Your choice." Roene's tone was hard and his tone was strict, even for him, but he knew this was an important lesson and one that would be better learned earlier in training rather than later. It was never a good thing to disrespect those who gave their time and energy to teach you what they knew even if you thought it justified. Roene left it to the Fosh though, as he began wandering off toward Ashla, carrying the day's burdens on his back and over his shoulders.

Roene awaken abruptly from his peaceful slumber when a subtle message bumped into his protective force bubble and disturbed his thoughts. It wasn't meant for him and wasn't even really transient in his mind, but it somehow seemed strangely familiar to something he'd heard before when he was a padawan. Roene could only really assume, from his drowsy state that it must have been for their new friend Tru, but didn't want to make haste in any rude way to push her away or to wake her up. Roene had offered to teach what he could as long as Tru's master was away, but if the strength of the message sent through Roene's bubble was any indication, it was something done by someone skilled in channeling the force and because it wasn't for him he either assumed it was Trushaun's master calling her or Aryian calling Elnia. Considering the chances of the latter option though, Roene felt a little more sure that it may already be time to say goodbye to their new friend. The Cerean, even in his drowsy state did not wish to say goodbye so soon, but such things needed to come to pass. However, while he would miss his friend, he would not miss the morning air as it set upon the wilderness. So, the still unkempt and barely awake Jedi Knight clamored into a cross legged seating position and felt the breath of the planet as it too, rose to meet the light of day. Delicate drops of sapphire fell into Roene's consciousness and spattered each pattern of grass with the grace of dancing couples moving upon a grand ballroom floor. He reached out and touched his padawan's fatigued mind with the force and wished to show her what was happening and hoped she would wake; he would not force Elnia to rise if she didn't want to though, because he knew she needed rest.

I did in fact. I have come along ways in that amount of time. You are Master Kro' Roene Givrah. A Jedi Naturalist. Am I correct? I am unaware of your apprentice. I have studied the ways of becoming a Jedi Naturalist, and my master has been....preoccupied. My studies have hit a stone wall, so to speak. And I believe now...That the Force called me here to continue my training. Under you. If you would permit me saying, Master Jedi. But that is how I see it. Roene smiled warmly at recognition, but the Fosh's admiration was not needed. Roene had only started his journey into the Naturalist path, but did carry a fair amount of experience in the wilderness to aid his studies. Still, Roene was not a 'master', if titles were actually worth anything. The title of Knight bore itself a large amount of respect and responsibility that Roene had accepted upon the touch of his master's blessings, but 'master' was a little out of reach as of right now. "Well, it seems you know a little bit about me Trushaun. It is fair to say I am experienced in the discipline you know as the Naturalist schema, but I do not think I qualify as a master of it yet." Roene said, his head suddenly feeling a little heavier. "However, as long as your master remains absent, I promise to teach you what I know." Roene recanted, his bedspread looking more and more welcome; warmth filled his body as the pleasant trace of grass through the cloth played on his back and Roene felt if he didn't move he was inevitably going to fall asleep. "There are other Naturalist masters, but their identities or preoccupation varies as to who you ask. However, as to my previous question, that may be one reason the force sent you here. However, it may have just sent you hear because you've been working all day and you subconsciously wanted to sleep out here." Roene posited softly, closing his blanket over his shoulder and taking a big yawn. "Your first lesson is to avoid taking things at face value. Just because you think something is true, doesn't mean it is and just because something may be fake, that doesn't mean there are no truths in it; especially with the force. Now... I think I may be better off to both of you after I've had some sleep. So, if you pardon my... fatigue...." Roene mumbled as his eyes closed and the Cerean drifted off to sleep. Roene used his dreams to comfortably drift into the force spectrum of his senses and reveled in the sapphire blue river of energy that he was enveloped in.

Roene thought he helped the poor Fosh get comfortably to the ground, but apparently his fatigue was wearing on him too much. He had enough energy for a sustained conversation, but assumed if he tried much more with the force that he too would probably fall unconscious upon his bed spread. "Ah Trushaun, the name is familiar, but my recollection of your identity is vaguely hazy. I believe I was around when you first joined the Jedi order and had to still speak through a translator." Roene replied, holding his hand to his head, trying to clear the clouds from his mind as unconsciousness crept to him. "The force does often call to those that serve it. Its nature is mysterious and its intentions are cloudy, but it is as certain as the prolific wind around us that it calls us often even if its reasons aren't obvious. Take for example right now... Why do you think the force called you here to our campsite?"

Roene was almost done with his question before he noticed his padawan's consciousness fading. He could feel her senses linger and watched as her head brushed her bedding, silencing her thoughts and breaking her thought pattern. Roene figured he would follow her example, but a small noise kept him up. Due to his fatigue he hadn't noticed someone crossing the perimeter of his ward, but now that he was a little more aware, he could see a vibrant energy pattern clear through the force and heard as a few leaves parted to give room for a figure to rest in them. Roene pause for a moment and pretended to be prepping his bed cover to sleep, but then, without much thought or movement, he telekinetically removed the Fosh from the overhanging tree near their campsite and placed her into an extra bed spread that they had around the fire. "If you wanted to join the club [Tru], you could have just said so." Roene said with a slight tongue and cheek pattern poking through his tone. "My padawan is currently not awake right now so I would ask that we keep our voices down, but if you would like to speak, I am all ears."

Roene took a moment to put the finishing touches on his and Elnia's bedding for the night when he heard his padawan returning through the brush. He could tell her thoughts were mixed as she milled about through the wood and could feel the hints of something brewing deep inside her. Roene had felt this within her before, but not strong enough to discern what exactly had been going on. Now, it was pretty clear to him as to what was on her mind. Roene smiled at his padawan and at the wood she carried, taking note of exactly what she had gathered. Roene decided more large pieces of wood would be sufficient later, but a large series of branches had fallen nearby and larger pieces of wood would be pretty easy to gather telekinetic-ally while Roene worked at the campsite. With his hands, Roene pushed through the dirt in the center of the campsite. He felt the soil beneath his hands and reached through the tendrils of the ground's energies to push nearby stones to his position. His kasha crystal glowed brightly in his satchel to replace the his exhausted senses and it was working extremely well in harnessing his focus and centering his weary thoughts. It is becoming increasingly obvious that I am in need of rest. The rocks began to move in formation, forming a ring around Roene's hands and settling right underneath his arms while he kneaded the dirt beneath his fingers. He pulled the larger branches from a few meters off with the gracefully light and declining tools of the Cerean's consciousness and with a few broad strokes of pressure articulated through his mind, he snapped the pieces of lumber into convenient pieces and arrayed them in a pattern by the small recess he was creating in dirt. The Cerean nodded at Elnia to place her wood alongside the other wood left ceremoniously by his little hole and acknowledged her question. "Well," Roene said, "if you must ask, let me show you." Roene said, taking her sticks and placing them in the center of his "hole" and building up a neat little pile. Then, Roene took a couple of sticks and held it up near Elnia. The Cerean placed his fingers on the dry wood and focused his energy on the surface of his skin at the point of contact. "Kitt taught me a similar trick a while ago and in the wilds of Tython's natural beauty I've managed to intuitively ply apart the technique and use it in different ways. This technique is normally used to keep someone warm on cold nights or in cold terrains, but with a focus in such a small spot, the energy can..." Roene explained while a surge of force energy pulsed through his fingertips and rapidly transitioned into a potent thermal energy that consumed the wood and brandished a beautiful citrine flame. Then, the Cerean tossed the stick into the pile of wood and 'encouraged' the flames to grow, quickening their consumption of the combustible elements around them. "Anyway, it is becoming increasingly obvious to me that you are a very curious child Elnia, which isn't really a bad thing. However, it is what you are curious about that is intriguing to me. I wonder and would like to speak to you a little more about that subject and I wonder how much you know about the Jedi order as a whole, but if sleep is calling to you as much as it is to me then perhaps it might be better to continue this in the morning?" Roene proposed as the warmth of the fire braced his limbs.

Roene bowed slightly at his master's wish and knew if he wanted to leave Tython later on he would have to wait. He knew of his restrictions and acknowledged them without intolerance and in that action realized how much he had grown as a person over the years... A concern about his master's unease did trouble him though. Roene was still impulsive, that's for certain, but something in him broke a small portion of his impatience and broadened his endurance. Still, this meant that Elnia and Roene would be acquainting themselves with Tython for a while. Time to get busy I guess... but first, we get to rest. Roene took a moment to gather his surroundings and went down a corridor, kindly indicating for Elnia to follow him. He directed them to a series of bedrooms and resting areas, but all Roene did was grab a few blankets and pillows, draped them over his back - with his other equipment and heirlooms - and went in the opposite direction, once again indicating for Elnia to follow him. Roene marched with a purpose straight out of the temple and into the forest with Elnia hopefully at his back. He searched internally for a proper spot, branching out his senses, and sent out a warning call to all wildlife in the area. The Tython forest was a densely populated area and Roene had been immersed within it before, but only now could he echo the cries of the wild. He pushed a series of calls out to the inhabitants of the forest and subtly warned them of the futility of their hunt should they come near either Elnia or Roene. It was a strong enough hint to make a point, but not so much as to get them to leave their nesting grounds. Once Roene found his spot though, located near the grotto that him and his padawan spent so much time with earlier and next to so many other favored landmark's of the Cerean, he quickly set to work manually constructing hammocks and tents. He didn't really have the luxury of bedding when he was out here alone, but now that he did he was really looking forward to sleeping underneath the stars. As he was piling up construction materials for the two tents and two hammocks, he asked Elnia to gather some spare wood from the forest floor. He asked her to use her mind, her hands and her senses to feel for the wood on the ground and gather it any way she could. To give her a comparison, Roene held up a stick and asked her to touch it to get a feel for what he was talking about if she didn't already know. Know that while you are here with me you are safe. We can run over critically dangerous situations at a later date, but while we are studying I need both of us to remain untouched by the Tython wildlife... Roene communicated telepathically to his padawan after he left her to her duties.

Roene took a moment for his fatigue to release its strain on his vocal chords then straightened himself up and looked his former master in the eye. "Well first-" Roene started, indicating the little miraluka following him. "Here is my new padawan Elnia." Roene allowed for a little time to pass in order for them to acquaint themselves with each other then subtly re-entered the conversation. "Master Kitt, I now understand why it is we are here, but I ask of you two things. One, do you have any duties for me still? Not as a padawan I understand, but as a member of the Jedi order? And Two, Would it be possible for my padawan and I to leave Tython soon? I plan to stay here a while to learn and teach a few things to my padawan, but I wish to show her more of the galaxy at large and want her teachings to span to more than just Tython." Roene stated between panting that was still there, but irregular. "What do you think?"