The Holovid blared loudly, the sound of blaster fire echoing from the speakers. "Will you turn the blasted thing off!" one of the rooms occupants - a Human male with brown hair - shouted.
"No! It's getting to the good part!" the second occupant – a Human male with sandy blond hair– replied. "You've already watched it 50 times!" the first one told him. The room's third and final occupant –a Togruta, and the group's only female- sat in the middle of the room, a bored expression on her face. Her name was Jade. Before she could tell either of them to knock it off, a message came through the room's speaker. "All remaining members of the Monkey-lizard clan please report to the Jedi Council." The blond-haired boy stood up and turned off the Holovid before turning to the others. "That's us, guys. They said we have to report-" "We're right here, Lewenian!" The other boy -Cindro- informed him loudly. "You are? Oh, right," Lewenian replied.
As the three exited the room, Lewenian spoke up again. "Why do we get stuck with the stupid clan name?" He asked to no one in particular. "Why can't we have a cool one, like Dragon or Wolf? I'd even settle for Mouseclaw; it's less stupid then the one we got." "Lewenian," Cindro said. "Shut up."
"That's not very nice," Lewenian started, sounding offended. He did not continue, however, when he realized they had reached the Council room.
One by one, the Jedi Initiates walked in. Cindro and Jade immediately bowed, followed by Lewenian, though this was more from pain after Jade had elbowed him. Mace Windu addressed them. "You all failed your trials," he began, and the Initiates felt their hearts sink. "In addition to this, you have all turned thirteen, and therefore will not be able to retake the trials." Lewenian was still smiling, not quite comprehending what he was hearing. "You have two choices: Join the Jedi Service Corps and continue to serve the Jedi without a lightsaber, or become civilians and apply what you have learned here to everyday life. We will allow you an hour to decide." Mace finished, looking grim as ever.
The Younglings returned to their respective rooms, grabbing their training lightsabers as well as some changes in robes, before meeting back at their main room. They stuffed their belongings in bags, as well as enough rations to last them a few days.
"So," Lewenian said, trying to break the silence, what are we going to do?"
Cindro spoke up. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not gonna join the Service Corps, and I'm sure as heck not going to become a civilian."
Jade took her turn speaking. "I have on my Holopad the seven basic forms of lightsaber combat. I think we'll be able to get by with that."
"One problem," Cindro said. "How are we going to leave?"
"By ship, of course. I found one in the scrap-pile a while ago, but it's still flyable." Lewenian answered, smiling.
At this Jade interrupted. "Do you actually know how to fly it?" she asked.
"No, but how hard could it be?" Lewenian asked, unfazed.
Elsewhere in the temple, Yoda smiled to himself. Work together, these Initiates will, Yoda thought. Trust in the Force, and safe, they shall be.