The journey towards the Academy had proved remarkably easy going, the fortified city of Khoonda had undergone many programs to serve it's appearance and it looked nothing short of magnificent. The men and women were floating in an almost comatose state towards the Academy which could be seen from a distance, the words of their guide praising them and the Order, they felt invincable. Khoonda was filled with marketplaces and vast towering outposts, the largest one being the Czerka Command Post sitting less than three hundred yards shy of the Academy itself. The city had undertaken a splender which was to be admired, Kelian only hoped that it would not find itself degrade towards the likes of Nar Shadaa.
Now Kelian's focus shifted towards the Academy itself, it conquered the horizon with it's sterling silver walls seemingly ingniting under the fading sun. Kelian was nearly awed by the sight, taking in as much as he possibly could. The Academy Entrance was hoisted by enormous columns at the peak of a dramatic stairwell that seemed to signify eternal greatness. As they approached it the group fanned out into a horizontal lines, all gazing upon the monumental structures with jaws sitting an inch above the ground.
"This, my companions is what you will now be giving your lives to. I do not wish to speak on this because we would be here for hours." Kelian could now take in this mans appearance for the first time and authority emanated from his easily, and it wasn't merely the robes he was sporting, it was his overall demeanor. It was easy to see that he was aging, his wrinkled skin had not been able to defy time but his handsome looks certainly had. His thick brow covered his almond brown eyes and sat only an inch from hisclumpsof streaming thick hair which was now almost completely conquered by gray, although a few brown strands still remained. He still had himself composed as a young man, Master Redian his name was, he was a tall man that kelian guessed played by his own set of rules. The large doors atop of the stairs opened and a row of men exited with an even paced stroll towards the hopefuls. "Alas," Master Redian said "let my colleagues lead you into your quarters than. We will speak more with you tomorrow, for now you should settle in. Have a word with your new companions, rest your minds, because tomorrow will bring you all a new life."
Although the Academy itself was a massive structure the quarters for the hopefuls were rather unimpressive. Kelian now found himself sitting with two others and his small living quarters discussing their 'new lives', all of them human. The aliens had seperated themselves from the humans and all seemed quite fine with that for the moment. Kelian sat comfortably on his small bed while Kyle, a stick thin bald man leaned against the opposite wall that seperated his quarters from another hopefuls discussed his take on the Order with Quallen Fex, an average sized man containing an abnormal amount of intimidation for one man. He had shoulder length brown hair and a yound face that seemed fixed permanately in a scowl, accompanyied with a thin goatee.
"This is it, we are the cream of the crop now." Quallen said as he lifted a large text book on the nightstand next to Kelian's bed by means of the force. "Shepards of the galaxy," his words had a hefty impact even when spoken in the bland surroundings of the monochromatic quarters they were stuffed in "and tomorrow we will take out first step to out destinies." He finished with a laugh and a mocking emphasis on 'destinies'.
"I wouldn't laugh about it too much." Kyle said quietly "I take everything they've told us so far to heart." Quallen gave him a smirk and than looked towards Kelian and offered a shrug, Kyle looked at both of them and offered a genuine smile "But that," his soft voice sang out smoothly, "can wait until tomorrow, because I have a small amount of heaven." And Kyle suddenly brandished a small container of Tarisian Ale in his hands and dangled it calmly in front of Quallen who snatched it quickly. "Shepards of the galaxy indeed." Kyle said, his pointy white face shading a glimmer of red.
"Great city though isn't it." Kelian said as he sat back in the comfort of his bed, Kyle nodded in agreement and stated smoothely
"Magnificent, Dantione is probably the most beautiful city this far away from the Core planets but come on Kelian. This is our last night, give us some insight, some juicy conversation!" Kyle said and looked towards Quallen, hoping for an encouraging agreement.
"There is none from me Kyle." Kelian said with a cough, and reached out for the remainder of Ale that Quallen held with a tight fist. He relinquished it easy enough and than began to speak himself
"I'll grant you a little conversation Kyle," Quallen said with the confidence of a Jedi Master just having defeated the Dark Lord. "I've weilded a lightsaber, and I've seen a true Jedi fight in the Outer Rim, Revan himself." The room quickly adapted an ill silence as their attention was fully on Quallen as he weaved his story into place. Kelian sipped cautiously on the Ale, having heard his share of stories of its effects. "I may have been the last person to see him, he, he inspired me." Quallen said with a pause that seemed almost mandatory to tell the story correctly. It was right after Malak was defeated, my father was a Sith Dark Jedi stationed on Korriban and Revan come through on his journey towards the unknown regions of space. My father was trying to rally together the last remnants of the Sith at the news of Malak's failure and Revan came through like a wild storm." Kelian andKyle were falling over every word, nobody had heard a solid story of Revan after he had defeated Malak. "He spoked only with the first Sith he encountered and the rest he slaughtered with his amazing blue lightsaber. It was-" Quallen struggled for a word that could descibe the situation adequately "--incredible, I hid in a large locker while he slew my father in his office. He left almost as soon as he arrived, and he took my father's lightsaber." The story came to an abrupt halt and the three men looked at eachother with uncertianty, the Ale was effecting Kelian now and he was not able to put together a reasonable thought to offer.
"Quallen, we have to speak on this again, but the Masters will be coming by to make sure we're getting out rest. Good night Kelian, Quallen, I bid you both a fond fairwell." The thoughts of the sotry Kelian had just digested ran circles around his mind but he was not able to capture them long enough to fully understand the signifigance of what he had heard. He promised himself that he Tarisian Ale would never be apart of his diet plan again, than sleep fully deprived him of thought and dreams eluded him as the heavy night weighed upon him.