Chapter 2
Jovan lept out of bed in his simple dormatory the next day, excited to finally be doing some work outside the Jedi Academy. For too long now, he had been here, watching as the other Jedi Knight's had been assigned on dangerous missions. He had listened intently, sometimes even jealously, at their amazing tales when they returned. Now it was his turn.
Yet in the back of his mind Master Streen's teachings were yelling at him - "A Jedi does not need adventure. A Jedi craves no glory, or excitement. These are tools of the dark side". Grinning, Jovan wondered if he knew more about the dark side of the force than the light side. Shrugging off this feeling, he began to inspect the equipment he had packed.
Picking up and examining his Long Blaster, he took a new ammunition cell from his bag and slammed it into the appropriate place. Sighing thoughtfully, Jovan thought back to his days as a young Bounty Hunter on Rodia. Jovan could remember the day he was discovered by Master Streen like it was yesterday.
He had been hired to attack a visiting New Republic official by Rizlo, the Rodian crime lord in charge of the Mialo Family. The Mialo family were big and powerful on Rodia - definatly one of the most powerful around. Jovan awaited his prey, dropping silently behind the unsuspecting official, and placed a blaster in the back of the New Republic Agent.
Only to have his blaster sliced in half by the Jedi Master protecting him. A brief fight had ensued, which Master Streen quickly won. Yet, when he awoke, he found himself on Yavin IV, at Luke Skywalker's Jedi Academy. Streen had explained his strength in the force, and agreed to be his teacher. Something seemed to hit Jovan there, like a large invivsible slap to the face. He had never had a choice about becoming a Jedi.
"Morning Jovan. Hope you slept well, as we're in for a fun ride today." Master Streen's sudden entrance broke Jovan's trail of thought, and throwing his Long Blaster onto his bed, he turned to face his Master.
"I didn't get much sleep last night, Master. I'm too excited about today's mission". Jovan could almost immediatly predict Streen's next sentence.
"A Jedi craves no excitement, Jovan. Adventure is not something we need, as Jedi". Jovan secretly sighed, and mentally chastised himself for his rather stupid sentence. "But no matter. I must admit I'm pretty pleased to be leaving this place too". With that, Streen smiled broadly at his young apprentice. "We had better leave - I managed to convince Kam to lend us the Silverhawk. She's a pretty wonderful ship to fly". Quickly collecting his gear, and attaching his lightsaber to his belt, Jovan followed his master to the ship.
Jovan lept out of bed in his simple dormatory the next day, excited to finally be doing some work outside the Jedi Academy. For too long now, he had been here, watching as the other Jedi Knight's had been assigned on dangerous missions. He had listened intently, sometimes even jealously, at their amazing tales when they returned. Now it was his turn.
Yet in the back of his mind Master Streen's teachings were yelling at him - "A Jedi does not need adventure. A Jedi craves no glory, or excitement. These are tools of the dark side". Grinning, Jovan wondered if he knew more about the dark side of the force than the light side. Shrugging off this feeling, he began to inspect the equipment he had packed.
Picking up and examining his Long Blaster, he took a new ammunition cell from his bag and slammed it into the appropriate place. Sighing thoughtfully, Jovan thought back to his days as a young Bounty Hunter on Rodia. Jovan could remember the day he was discovered by Master Streen like it was yesterday.
He had been hired to attack a visiting New Republic official by Rizlo, the Rodian crime lord in charge of the Mialo Family. The Mialo family were big and powerful on Rodia - definatly one of the most powerful around. Jovan awaited his prey, dropping silently behind the unsuspecting official, and placed a blaster in the back of the New Republic Agent.
Only to have his blaster sliced in half by the Jedi Master protecting him. A brief fight had ensued, which Master Streen quickly won. Yet, when he awoke, he found himself on Yavin IV, at Luke Skywalker's Jedi Academy. Streen had explained his strength in the force, and agreed to be his teacher. Something seemed to hit Jovan there, like a large invivsible slap to the face. He had never had a choice about becoming a Jedi.
"Morning Jovan. Hope you slept well, as we're in for a fun ride today." Master Streen's sudden entrance broke Jovan's trail of thought, and throwing his Long Blaster onto his bed, he turned to face his Master.
"I didn't get much sleep last night, Master. I'm too excited about today's mission". Jovan could almost immediatly predict Streen's next sentence.
"A Jedi craves no excitement, Jovan. Adventure is not something we need, as Jedi". Jovan secretly sighed, and mentally chastised himself for his rather stupid sentence. "But no matter. I must admit I'm pretty pleased to be leaving this place too". With that, Streen smiled broadly at his young apprentice. "We had better leave - I managed to convince Kam to lend us the Silverhawk. She's a pretty wonderful ship to fly". Quickly collecting his gear, and attaching his lightsaber to his belt, Jovan followed his master to the ship.