She was adorable, in an awkward-young-puppy sort of way. Thirteen years old, pretty enough in the face but without feminine curves, legs and arms too long and hands and feet too large for her body. She was plagued by insecurities, though she said nothing of them; she was clearly, painfully aware when she stumbled over her own feet or when she said something inappropriate, blushing bright red and stammering. The other Knights and Masters thought her cute, but not worth training - she would go the AgriCorps in just a couple of months.

He remembered what he'd been like at thirteen - cocky, conceited, arrogant, a blowhard. None of the Masters had thought him worth training, either, save one. Now, they all respected him, a young Knight not yet even in his thirties. So he took her, the Padawan no one else wanted, the girl no one else thought would amount to anything.

Five years later, with a stunning young woman wielding a yellow 'saber and her considerable charismatic charm, he knew he'd done rightly. The other Jedi still looked at her askance, with her wild ways and occasionally questionable methods, but though she was easily annoyed, she was not overcome by her irritation. She enjoyed bantering, winning her ways with her wits and her words, but once the fugitive she was pursuing was apprehended, she became brisk and businesslike. He knew that one day, she'd make a great Jedi, if an unusual one.

He felt confirmed in this faith when she passed her trials with flying colors, younger than most. The Council had not believed her ready, but he her Master knew that beneath that devil-may-care exterior, she was passionately devoted to justice and Doing the Right Thing. She awoke weeping after the trial in which she was forced to leave him to die, but in the trial itself, she had remained dry-eyed and stern. Though yet reluctant, the Council went ahead and Knighted her.

He remained proud of her, as she continued in the Jedi way as a Knight. He knew that the legacy of his own Master was being passed on, when she chose her own Padawan - a runty boy, pessimistic and but mediocre in skills at best - no one else saw any potential in him, but her. No one approved of her decision, but she was used to disapproval. He became her Padawan.

Would one day their legacy fail? Doubtless. All Master-Padawan lineages failed eventually, death, failure to pass the trials, falling to the Dark. But for now, their legacy was one of taking unwanted Padawans and crafting them into something great.