Rancor Slam
Part 16
They made it to the third floor, Cas's sanctuary on Dagobah.
Starting in the North, going South, there was a small room with its own closet and refresher. It was meant to be Jak's room.
Beside it was a larger bedroom, meant to be her children's room until they were old enough to become Younglings. It had a slightly larger 'fresher station and multiple closets.
The landing went to a greeting/study, where Cas did her office work at home.
Then there was an inner greeting room and large dressing room that held her clothes. It was where she would get ready at the start of everyday.
That room lead to two others. On one side was her Refresher station. It had a large bathtub and a shower unit. It was one of the places she allowed herself to unwind. Both that room and the dressing room lead to her bedroom.
The two of the bedroom's walls were almost solid viewport. There was a hidden door that led to a set of stairs that lead directly down to a hidden, secret cove.
Cas didn't worry about all glass walls for a few reasons. One, no one normally looked up that high. And, two, unless you were flying in, determined to get pictures the trees blocked your view.
"Have someone move Jak's things into his room." She told Mere'chen. "And refit the children's room for the four Yuuzahn Vong. Then help them move in. They'll probably need help understanding and using the technology."
The lady nodded.
"Will you go prep the dressing room?"
The woman nodded, again, and left.
Cas moved into her study.
It was decorated in wood paneling and hunter green.
Along one wall, to the right as you enter the study, was a large desk made of polished Dagobah Ash wood. It had all kinds of Cas's personal office machines and things.
Along another wall, to the left of the desk, was a glass sliding door that lead out to a large balcony where Cas had spend many mornings sitting, thinking, with a cup of caf.
Along the last wall, to the left of the door, was an installed cabinet set. It covered the whole wall.
The top half was made up of shelves with books, datacards, artifacts and momentous Cas had collected over the years sitting on them. The lower half had shelves but they had doors over them. Most of these Cabinets had papers from Cas's office, or leather-bound flimsy journals of training and Jedi adventures.
Only one of them had a real lock. She went to that cabinet and called Lyn to her. She unlocked it and spoke as she sat on the floor.
Lyn took a seat in front of her, peering into the cabinet.
"Becoming a Training Master is a big commitment. You promise your life to protecting those weaker than you, and the Force when you become a Jedi. But as a Trainer of Jedi, you swear yourself a most solemn vow. You swear your life to the continuance of the Jedi art."
Cas selected a BlastSword from where it hung on a peg along the back of the cabinet and handed it to Lyn.
"I took this vow when it was asked of me, by my Master, at the age of thirteen. I kept it secret from my fellow Padawans, for many reasons, Lyn. One, so that I didn't disrupt the training of others. And, two, because I knew, that in taking this oath I was becoming one of the servants, not one of the served."
"It was my private charge, until I felt I was worthy of truly claiming it."
Lyn nodded. She was trying to hide it, but she had no clue as to why Cas was telling her this.
"Every Training Master has to choose at least one replacement, then train them, not only as a Jedi, but as a Trainer of others in what it means to be Jedi."
Lyn nodded, A small light of understanding was entering the young Ryn's eyes.
"When a Jedi dies her LightSaber does one of two things. It either goes to her family or it can be sent to her Trainer." Cas moved aside a black cloth that was hanging from the upper shelf over the lower one. Lyn saw a blue chest sitting there.
"Every Trainer gives their Trainee a few LightSabers to hold, to learn about, to pass on to others. When the Trainer's Trainer dies she gives her Trainees' Trainees all the Lightsabers that she has accumulated." She almost laughed out loud as she watched Lyn puzzled that one out.
"Now, I'm not going to ask you to take the vow, in this, this night or ever. I will never demand it of you. But I will give you something and let you think about taking this path."
Cas opened the Chest and let Lyn look at the carefully arranged and cared for Lightsabers.
"These are the keys to generations of knowledge and training. Taking one of these to the Main Jedi Library and sliding it into the proper terminal will render to you more then you ever thought possible."
She tapped different Lightsabers until she found the one she wanted. She pulled it out and then leaned back to the Cabinet and pulled out a random holochron. It only looked random, until you looked at it with other eyes, then it matches the Lightsaber perfectly.
She held the Lightsaber out the Lyn. "This belonged to a Jedi named Shirken. She was one of the first Ryn to be discovered to have enough sensitivity to be trained, and the only one ever allowed to undergo said training, during the Old Days. I believe," Cas said. "You are her fourth generation granddaughter."
"She was a Trainer, and One of the greatest." She smiled sadly to herself. "After Master Kyl told me about this path, that she wanted me to be her Trainee, this was the Jedi I wanted to be like most." She laughed lightly and smiled to herself. "After Master Kyl, of course."
She held out the holocron. "Take this. After the ceremony I want you to go to your room, sit on your bed, meditate. Meet your grandmother. Speak with her. If she tells you she thinks this is where the Force wants you to go, I urge you take the oath, begin your training. If not, bring back the Holochron and this conversation will have never happened."
Cas stood and left the young one to her thoughts.
Lyn sat there a moment longer, staring at the Lightsaber. It was the Lightsaber of an ancient Jedi Master. One of her blood, a Ryn. And the Lightsaber made it clear, the woman had known who she was and had been proud of it.
It was made of a highly polished, silvery metal; Cas had taken good care of it. There was a black rubber grip. Covering it, decorating the hilt where small, carved images of Sabacc cards. Theses were the religious memorization cards of the Ryn that had been turned, by other races, into a tool for gambling.
She smiled. So it was a family thing, this sensitivity. She stood and activated the blade. She watched it from itself of dancing golden shine.
She could be a Trainer.
She could continue the family tradition.
She could speak to her grandmother!