ONE
Conrad Green kneeled before the assembled group of beings that made up the illustrious Jedi High Council. Removing his brown robe, the blonde haired young man exposed his white tunic and pants, complimented by brown boots and a Jedi utility belt a few shades darker than that of his long robe. To his left side hung the silver lightsaber he had constructed only six years ago. It was one of the many palpable symbols that proved he was ready for this grand ceremony.
Before him stood a group of twelve, each of differing species, inside the circular room that sat atop the highest spire of the Jedi Temple. The sky scrapper that had been known as Jedi Headquarters only fifteen years ago. With the reestablishment of the council and the decision to train half the growing number of students at this location, the Headquarters was built- up on a massive scale to provide the necessary facilities need to instruct a hundred or so initiates. While still under some construction, it had become a larger than life shinning spire and came to be known as the Jedi Temple by the public, fore it showed that the galaxy was ready to accept their new protectors and thought of them now as they did the old order. A member of the council, a female human with aging beauty, took a closer step to the center of the council chamber. Clad in a long tan tunic that covered her whole body and a Jedi robe of dark sienna, Jaina Cracken approached Conrad.
The eighteen-year-old padawan learner tried to mask his excitement, but felt some might become apparent to the masters. This was a time for seriousness and focus, no time for foolish emotions. The small grin from Master Cracken comforted him slightly.
She quickly composed he features, the gray hairs in her otherwise brunet hair appearing to sparkle in the dim late day light that filtered in from the massive windows that covered the walls.
"Conrad Green, padawan of the Jedi Order. You have proven a loyal apprentice to Master Zering as well as a dedicated servant of peace." The woman announced to him. "It is the decision of this council that you be bestowed the title of Jedi Knight."
Cracken placed her hands behind her back and slowly paced around the kneeling Green, saying, "But first you must realize what such a responsibility entails."
The Wookiee Jedi Master, Lowbacca came forward and through the vocabulator he wore around his neck, said, "A Jedi Knight spends its entire life in the service of others."
Beside him came the Gungan master, Barcis, saying, "De Force isa Knight's ally and itsa master."
On the opposite side of Master Lowbacca, Chenuk, the Ewok began, "It provids ta Jeedai wis tis pouwer an its 'bility ta commone wis lif itsef."
" A Jedi Knight also understands the danger of the dark side and is strong enough to resist it." The Selquian Jedi Master, Andur Naraga spoke from the side of Barcis.
Next was the council's liaison to the New republic, Bothan Jedi Master and Admiral, Gorisk Kay'lya. " For the dark side promotes hatred, anger, and aggression."
The small, but slim and muscular, Hutt master, Ketah added, " A knight only resorts to violence when there is no other option."
" Though a Jedi can perform superhuman tasks, it is still the servant of the public." The Mon Calamari Jedi Master, Obile said.
The silent female Noghri Jedi, Tehani stated, " Jedi are guardians of peace in the galaxy."
" Jedi use their powers to defend and protect, never to attack others." The blue-skinned female Duros master, Dors Kef, followed.
Through his own vocabulator, the insectoid Verpine, Talus, said, " Jedi respect life in any form."
The Ishi Tib master Razel Yi, concluded, " Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training. Serving others rather than ruling over them, for the good of the galaxy."
Having been told before hand what would transpire at this event, Conrad knew when it was time for him to speak his piece. It had taken him all the previous night to memorize the sacred Oath of the Jedi Knights.
The man bowed his head, the braid he wore behind his right ear dropping from its resting place on his shoulder to dangle vertically adjacent to head. The braid of that all human Jedi Padawans wore as a mark of their still growing skills as a Jedi.
Conrad had disliked the padawan braid, always getting in the way of his movements. He was glad that it was to finally be removed for good.
If I don't mess this up, he thought.
" I, Conrad Green, pledge my life to the advancement of peace. I will uphold truth and justice, approach all situations will caution and care, always-choosing valor over temptation. I reject the dark side and all its evil." The padawan stated. " I will defend the defenseless. Help the helpless. Use my training to dispel all that would oppose peace and prosperity.
I am neither superior nor inferior to anyone. The Force is my master, not my servant. I will abide by the Jedi Code.
There is no emotion. There is peace.
There is no ignorance. There is knowledge.
There is no passion. There is serenity.
There is no death, only the Force."
Giving no response as to whether or not he had recited the oath correctly, the female senior council member merely gestured to someone behind Conrad.
A man with long white hair and a similar beard approached using a polished wooden cane for support. From his red robes he pulled a lightsaber, halting right behind Green.
The man flicked a switch and a cobalt shaft of light, the silence suddenly pierced by a dull humming, further illuminated the room.
" I, Jedi Master Rog Zering, relinquish responsibility of my ward, Conrad Green." He spoke to the council.
Focusing on the blonde strip of hair hanging from the other man's head, Zering swiped once with his lightsaber. The blue blade swept through the braid with surgical accuracy, seeming to slice the skin of Conrad's neck.
The master extinguished the weapon as Cracken spoke again. " You are no longer the padawan of Master Zering. You are now responsible for your own actions. Your destiny is now solely in your hands.
Arise Conrad Green, Jedi Knight."
Conrad stood, scooping up his Jedi robe and giving a bow. In unison, the council returned the gesture.
" May the Force be with you."
The new Knight did an about face and promptly exited the council chamber.
Waiting patiently outside the chamber was a Jedi Knight of similar age. He wore crimson red, save for a black vest, boots, a pair of finger- less gloves, a utility belt, and Jedi robe. A black and silver lightsaber hung to his side. Golden blonde hair framed the handsome features of his young face.
He clapped slowly as Green approached, declaring with a grin, " Behold the Jedi Knight, Conrad Green."
Conrad smiled, shaking his head in disbelief. " Laugh it up, Troy."
The two hugged, Troy patting him on the back as they did.
"Congratulations, buddy" Troy continued.
The Jedi backed off, Conrad saying. " Thanks. I'm glad you were able to make it."
Troy chuckled slightly, " Yeah, that's more than I can say." " Hey, I tried to make it down here last month for your knighting, but things were so hectic at the Academy, I didn't have time." Conrad defended as they entered the single turbolift on the floor.
The doors shut and the lift car descended as the other knight replied, " No sweat man, that's what happens when your master is the head of the Skywalker Academy."
" Well." Conrad trailed off.
"Don't worry, now that we're our own men, we can be a team once again."
" You bet." Green said, the two slapping hands. " Nobody'll ever stop us."
" Just like old times."
" Even better."
The lift car stopped and the doors opened to let them out.
The two exited and rounded a corner, but were stopped by a young Trandoshan bearing the padawan tattoo of hair-less apprentices and a like rank young woman.
" Jados!" Conrad exclaimed. " Long time no see."
The alien and the knight hugged, and then Jados asked jokingly, " So, do I have to call you 'sir' now?"
" Be serious, Jados. Of course you do."
The trandoshan smiled. " It's great to have you here again. It's been- what-a year?"
" Too long, J. Too long."
" Things just aren't the same without all the gang here."
" Yeah, I know."
" How long are you planning to stay here?"
Conrad sighed as he thought. " I honestly don't know. At the least, the rest of the week."
Conrad moved passed him, slapping him on the shoulder as he did. He came upon the female padawan as Jados went to converse with Troy.
Without a word she wrapped her arms around the newly knighted Jedi and kissed him.
Afterwards she whispered into his ear, " So Knight, why don't we ditch these two and I can give you a proper welcome.
Overhearing, Jados and Troy laughed.
Conrad smiled brightly. " I don't think that would be proper Jedi Knight conduct, Talia."
" What's that supposed to mean?" She backed off a bit.
" You're still just a little old padawan. I'm a big bad Jedi Knight now."
Talia socked him in the arm, then said. " Ha-ha. Real cute."
" Aren't I, though?" He kissed her again.
Troy cleared his throat loudly. " If you're not too busy romancing my sister, Connie, other people are waiting to congratulate you."
" Alright. If I must."
Jados led them down the decoratively painted halls that housed the various guests the Jedi Temple would accommodate. A few dozen meters down was the room for which they took the young Jedi Knight.
Inside was a small suite, reserved for important guests. Usually visiting Jedi Masters.
" We're here, Uncle Anakin." Talia announced. A tall human with sandy colored hair and a worn, experienced, and not normally clean-shaven face emerged from a bedroom into the quaint anteroom.
" There you are Conrad. Nice to see you again." He greeted.
Green's eyes lit-up," Master Solo, you came all the way from Tekaida to see me?"
" Well, it wasn't the only reason." Solo told him. " Please, sit down for a moment."
The Jedi Master sat down in a large comfortable chair while he gestured for the others to do the same. He looked to Talia and Troy, saying, " Your mother called Allon and me out here. She wants to discuss something with me, though she wouldn't give details. You know, secret Jedi Master stuff."
" You opted to shave the beard, Master Solo? Usually you have more hair on your face than on your head." Jados noticed
Solo rubbed his bare jaw. " I never like wearing beards. They're always too scratchy and uncomfortable. But when Allon and I are on Tekaida, I don't have much of a choice considering the lack of technology. Besides, the beard is a sign of enlightenment and experience among the Selquians." He turned to Conrad " Have you been to Tekaida IX yet, Conrad?"
The young man shook his head. " No, not yet. Perhaps now that I have some free time on my hands, I'll take a little vacation down there."
" When are you planning to apply for placement?" " Oh, I'm not going to." Green revealed.
" You aren't? Going the way of the roaming guardian like Troy?"
Conrad reclined back. " Honestly, I haven't thought about that yet."
" Well, yes, of course."
Talia Cracken looked around the suite, and then said, " So where is Allon, anyway?"
" Yeah." Conrad responded. " Am I ever going to meet this great new padawan I've been hearing about?"
" I sent him off on a errand. He should be back soon. Stick around, you'll see him."
" I've seen Allon around here a few times. Kinda short, even for a human boy."
Troy snickered. " Well you're short for a trandoshan."
Jados sneered. " I am not!"
The male Cracken put his hands up in defense. " Hey, what ever you say.Shrimpy." He mumbled the last part.
" Shrimpy! I-"
" Boys!" Master Solo interrupted. " Behave yourselves."
Jados sneered at Troy as he folded his long scaly arms in disgust.
Solo waited a moment to make sure the problems would cease, than focused his attention on the former padawan learner, Conrad Green.
" Well, lets get down to business now."
" Yes?"
" Congratulations on finally becoming a Jedi Knight. You've taken a step into a much larger world."
" Don't you mean 'galaxy'?" Jados said, frustration still evident on his voice.
The master's eyes narrowed as he stared down the reptilian alien. " It's a figure of speech."
" Right." He replied, feeling stupid.
" Anyway," He regarded Conrad, " I remember when I first met you- Actually met you. I was there when you were born. But after that I didn't see you again until you were seven years old. You were wide-eyed-mischievous-eyed too-and extremely eager to learn as much as you could about the Force. Already you were long time friends with Talia, Troy, and Jados, creating frustration and discontent for all your instructor's at the Jedi Academy. But you were good kids. Everyone knew that.
"Conrad, I could tell from the day you were born that you contained a great connection to the Force. I foresaw great things from you that day. And I'm proud to see that I was right all along."
Solo began to smile. " Oh, if only your parents could be here to see you now. But I know they're watching over you even now, and must be very proud of their boy.
"Alec and Jysilla died heroes, Conrad. Never forget that. They, along with almost a hundred other Jedi gave their lives so that you kids could grow and prosper. Make this galaxy safer for their future generations. Your parents loved you very much. You were the best thing that ever happened to them. And you know what? I think you still are."
The man's grin faded as he got more serious. " You're a Jedi Knight now Conrad. A grave responsibility has been set before. It's much easier being a padawan, because you only need watch and learn. But-"
" You were never a padawan, Uncle Anakin." Troy commented.
" True. But I was an apprentice none the less, Troy." Solo admitted. " But my point is that you're in control of situations now. There will generally be no one around to tell you if you've made a mistake or not. No more masters. You might be called upon to make command decisions, on your own, that mean the death or survival of innocent people. But," Master Solo looked to all of them, " if ever there was a group of young Jedi that I felt were really ready for such a task, it's you four. You will be the future leaders of the Jedi. I know this to be true. As long as you remain focused and always stay in-tune with the will of the Force, I don't see that fact ever changing."
The young Jedi all took turns saying their thank yous for the compliment, then the five all conversed about other points of interest for the following ten minutes. They were interrupted by the appearance of Master Zering at the door.
" Conrad, there you are." He said as he entered. " Greetings Anakin. Talia, Troy, Jados."
" Please, come in, sit down Master Rog."
The elder Jedi Master took a seat adjacent to the others and looked upon the man who less than an hour earlier had been his apprentice. " I've been looking all over for you. Shame on you for making an old man search this god-awfully long temple." Zering said playfully.
Conrad chuckled, " My apologies, master."
" So how does it feel to be free of an old fossil like myself."
" Oh Master Zering, your not a fossil."
The old man was taken aback by the sudden compliment. " Why, thank you, Conrad."
"No," Green continued, " you're way passed fossil. More like a soon to be super-novaing star."
Zering couldn't help but laugh. " Fare enough. Fare enough."
" Can I get you something to drink, Rog?" Master Solo asked.
He waved the younger master away, saying, " No, no. I'm fine. Actually I just came to collect Conrad." Rog turned to him. " I'd like to speak with you in private if you don't mind."
" Yes, right away, Master."
The Jedi Knight got up and considered the others. " If you all will excuse me."
" Go on. Go on." Solo instructed.
" Goodbye, Master Solo. Bye guys."
" I'll see you later, Conrad." Anakin replied.
" Bye, Conrad." Talia sounded.
" See ya later, Conrad." Jados followed.
" Bye, Connie." Troy said last.
The master and the knight departed swiftly to the outer corridors to discuss matters of mutual interest.
When they were gone, Solo turned to the others. " Wait two minutes, then we'll all go."
Eighty-eight year old Jedi Master Rog Zering strolled casually down the ornate corridors of the Jedi Temple alongside his former padawan, Conrad Green.
The skies had darkened on Courscant. The barrage of lights from passing air traffic seemed like mere flickering dots as they sped by the massive building. Twilight on the capital was something to behold to new comers, but a spectacle Master Zering had seen a thousand times since the recapture of the world from Imperial hands some fifty years ago.
Rog had had a long, and he would like to think adventurous, life. At only sixteen years old, he had left his home planet of Almania to seek the stars as a technician for the Alliance to Restore the Republic, the Rebellion. Serving aboard the Corellian Corvette, Montgomery, than the infamous Mon Calamari Battle Cruiser, Home One; Zering had seen many battles, including The Battle of Endor.
His superiors had always said he was an extremely apt worker and especially perceptive person. He later came to know that this was due to a connection with the Force. The power of the Jedi. The power that the mighty Luke Skywalker was famous for wielding to defeat Darth Vader and the Emperor. So when it came time for Skywalker's search for those he could teach in the ways of that Force, Zering felt compelled to answer the call. Though older than most of the trainees at the Jedi paraxeum, he felt at home on Yavin 4. The road to Knighthood and away from the temptations of the dark side had been a difficult one. Both by great internal struggle and greater external struggles. Always it seems the balance of peace was in peril by enemies both foreign and domestic.
The Jedi Master had fought to see the defeat of the Empire, the expulsion of the Yuuzhan Vong, and the destruction of Valen Draxx's Dark Jedi cult. After all those events, mainly because of almost loosing his right leg in a duel, Rog Zering had dedicated the rest of his life to total pacifism, shunning combat all together. He had tried to teach a few of his new found views to a young, impressionable boy named Conrad Green, but knew it wouldn't be wise to make his apprentice see things they way he did. Taking a padawan learner was not a chance to impose ones views on another, but to let them see those views and decide for themselves.
To that end, Conrad was quick to draw his lightsaber in a conflict, but would always take heed his master's words.
Zering's life felt complete now. He'd resisted the dark side, defeated evil many times, and trained an apprentice. Now it was just a matter of setting Conrad on the right track.
" So, now that you've had time to think, have you devised an answer to my question last night?" The master asked.
Green let out a big breath and said, " I have. And I think I'm going to become a full instructor at the academy."
" Are you sure? You'd be taking a great step. From apprentice to instructing initiates seems like a grave responsibility. Why not apply for an assignment with the council. See the galaxy; learn first hand what actually transpires out there. Perhaps even just travel a while like Troy. It will better help in instruction later on."
" Oh, I don't know. I don't think I want to hop transports around the galaxy like him, but adventuring around seems to be an enticing idea. You see, that's why I want to go work at the academy. Hopefully, after a decade or so, I'll be able to afford some form of personal ship."
" Actually, you may be closer to your dream than you think, m'boy."
Conrad looked at him. " What are you getting at?"
The two walked a bit farther, then Zering asked, " Are you familiar with a man named Booster Terrik?"
" He was my great grandfather, wasn't he?"
The master nodded, " As well as a very wealthy man."
" As I came to understand."
" You see, when Booster died a while back, He left a substantial inheritance to his grandchildren. Your mother never did much with her money, having been a Jedi. And for that matter, neither did your uncle, Valin. That left a lot of credits in the bank in the name of your family."
" Okay." The confused Knight said.
" I checked back around the time your parents died, and you are the only surviving member of the Green and Horn family. So now that you are legally of age, that money is now in your possession."
" What? How much?" The two Jedi halted outside two large double doors. Zering reached into his tunic and produced a datapad. He flicked it open, called up a program, then displayed it to Conrad. " One billion, two hundred thirteen million, nine hundred seventy-two credits. All in your name."
In shock, Green grabbed the small computer and examined it further.
" You're joking."
" Would I ever joke about such things?"
" I can buy a ship with that kind of money. A big one." He said to himself, then looked up. " This is real?"
" You can go by the galactic bank later and check for yourself."
" Later? Why later?"
" Because we're here." Zering told him.
" Here? Where?"
Master Zering opened the doors to the temple's grand banquet hall.
" Surprise!"
Conrad Green came in with a shocked smile on his face as Master Zering led him through the room-filled with more than a dozen beings that had come to congratulate the Jedi-to the head of a long banquet table. In attendance were Talia, Troy, and Jados, the council, Master Solo-Allon was still nowhere to be seen-and other assorted people that knew Conrad.
Seated to Green's left was Master Cracken, with Zering taking up the chair to the opposite side. Talia sat next to her mother and master in the ways of the Jedi, and Troy rested beside Master Solo who was placed to Zering's side. Next was Jados on Talia's side and his master, Andur Naraga on Troy's. The others were placed equally along the table thereafter.
Champagne was served to all save for the two padawans who were forced to settle for some form of nonalcoholic liquid. This alone showed the importance of the event, for the Jedi all but forbid the consumption of alcohol. Conrad felt there had to be a catch to all this. Zering leaned over to his former apprentice and underneath the sounds of various conversations, mentioned, "You wouldn't believe how overjoyed the council was when they heard you would be willing to pay for such extravagance."
It took Green a moment to comprehend what the master was saying. " How generous of me." He replied as he realized that Zering had promised that Conrad's money would pay for all this.
The Jedi Order, grand as it may be now days, was still an Order funded by donations and a small New Republic grant. Such celebrations like this one could not be allowed into the budget. Especially ones this seemingly expensive.
He added, " Tell them to put it on my tab." The not surprisingly expensive meal was served. It was a dinner of exotic poultry and vegetables that would please anyone. This was a special treat for the attendance, even Conrad himself. They were Jedi, not accustomed to fancy meals of any sort. Conrad grabbed his glass and stood up. Everyone got silent when they noticed. " Before we eat, I would like to propose a toast." He announced. " I'd like to thank everyone who came here today. You're support is much appreciated, I assure you. But I really don't understand what the fuss is about. I'm nobody special. Just another Jedi Knight in a long line of others. I don't deserve this kind of treatment. Nonetheless, I am grateful. Perhaps you all see something in me that I don't yet understand. And it is a great honor to know that you care enough to notice. Thank you all." Conrad shifted his attention to the female Jedi Master next to him. "I give thanks to Master Cracken. With out your presence in my life, I don't believe any of this could be possible. You united the Jedi in a time of chaos. Fore without your actions, it would not have been possible for me to train to become what I am today. Of course, I also need to thank you and General Cracken for creating such a lovely daughter. Who with out, I would have no inspiration." He said. " Thanks for Troy too, I guess." The other Knight gave a joking sneer. Conrad acknowledged him, then turned to the old Jedi to his other side." To Master Zering, The Skywalker Academy taught me the skills needed to be a Jedi, but you were the one that made me a Jedi. Your guidance and wisdom has helped me to realize not only the importance of being a Jedi, but the importance of the Jedi being present in the galaxy. It's a concept I thought I understood as an initiate at the academy, but I never truly knew what it meant. I know now that there is no real answer as to why I wanted to be a Jedi. It's a feeling inside me that just makes it feel so right. As if I am personally contributing to the balance of the Force. This is a lesson all Jedi must learn, but none teach it as well as you. And I would like to thank you very personally for being there when my parents died in the Conflict. You really helped me out at a time when I was very young and scared about the future. I could never have gotten through it without you." Green looked to all of them. " Without all of you supporting me through the years, I'd have been lost in a sea of anguish. You all are my family." He looked up to the ceiling. " Don't think I forgot about you, Mom and Dad. Thank you for everything." The Jedi went on down the line, thanking everyone personally for all his or her contributions. When he was finished, he made an announcement. " I understand that I have come upon a bit of good luck. It seems the Force favors me." He began. " As some of you may know, I've inherited a great deal of money. But I am a Jedi. I never wanted fortune or any kind of wealth. Our way of life is provided by prosperous individuals that have the kindness in their hearts to share their good fortune with us. By bestowing money to our cause, they help the galaxy on just as grand a scale as the Order does. The Jedi do not believe in greed. Our code forbids it. But like it or not, it takes credits-and a lot of them-to keep our way of life going. So it is with great satisfaction that I contribute to the foundation that made me what I am today. "I am donating four hundred million credits to the Jedi Temple and five hundred million to the Skywalker Academy. This money rightfully belongs to the public. And I see no other way to aid the public than to support the Jedi." Everyone in the room began to clap happily. Master Cracken, the senior council member and head master of the Jedi Temple, and Master Zering, the head master at the Skywalker Academy, gave extra appreciation. " I know that no amount of money can show just how much I care, but I can only hope that it helps."
Conrad Green kneeled before the assembled group of beings that made up the illustrious Jedi High Council. Removing his brown robe, the blonde haired young man exposed his white tunic and pants, complimented by brown boots and a Jedi utility belt a few shades darker than that of his long robe. To his left side hung the silver lightsaber he had constructed only six years ago. It was one of the many palpable symbols that proved he was ready for this grand ceremony.
Before him stood a group of twelve, each of differing species, inside the circular room that sat atop the highest spire of the Jedi Temple. The sky scrapper that had been known as Jedi Headquarters only fifteen years ago. With the reestablishment of the council and the decision to train half the growing number of students at this location, the Headquarters was built- up on a massive scale to provide the necessary facilities need to instruct a hundred or so initiates. While still under some construction, it had become a larger than life shinning spire and came to be known as the Jedi Temple by the public, fore it showed that the galaxy was ready to accept their new protectors and thought of them now as they did the old order. A member of the council, a female human with aging beauty, took a closer step to the center of the council chamber. Clad in a long tan tunic that covered her whole body and a Jedi robe of dark sienna, Jaina Cracken approached Conrad.
The eighteen-year-old padawan learner tried to mask his excitement, but felt some might become apparent to the masters. This was a time for seriousness and focus, no time for foolish emotions. The small grin from Master Cracken comforted him slightly.
She quickly composed he features, the gray hairs in her otherwise brunet hair appearing to sparkle in the dim late day light that filtered in from the massive windows that covered the walls.
"Conrad Green, padawan of the Jedi Order. You have proven a loyal apprentice to Master Zering as well as a dedicated servant of peace." The woman announced to him. "It is the decision of this council that you be bestowed the title of Jedi Knight."
Cracken placed her hands behind her back and slowly paced around the kneeling Green, saying, "But first you must realize what such a responsibility entails."
The Wookiee Jedi Master, Lowbacca came forward and through the vocabulator he wore around his neck, said, "A Jedi Knight spends its entire life in the service of others."
Beside him came the Gungan master, Barcis, saying, "De Force isa Knight's ally and itsa master."
On the opposite side of Master Lowbacca, Chenuk, the Ewok began, "It provids ta Jeedai wis tis pouwer an its 'bility ta commone wis lif itsef."
" A Jedi Knight also understands the danger of the dark side and is strong enough to resist it." The Selquian Jedi Master, Andur Naraga spoke from the side of Barcis.
Next was the council's liaison to the New republic, Bothan Jedi Master and Admiral, Gorisk Kay'lya. " For the dark side promotes hatred, anger, and aggression."
The small, but slim and muscular, Hutt master, Ketah added, " A knight only resorts to violence when there is no other option."
" Though a Jedi can perform superhuman tasks, it is still the servant of the public." The Mon Calamari Jedi Master, Obile said.
The silent female Noghri Jedi, Tehani stated, " Jedi are guardians of peace in the galaxy."
" Jedi use their powers to defend and protect, never to attack others." The blue-skinned female Duros master, Dors Kef, followed.
Through his own vocabulator, the insectoid Verpine, Talus, said, " Jedi respect life in any form."
The Ishi Tib master Razel Yi, concluded, " Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training. Serving others rather than ruling over them, for the good of the galaxy."
Having been told before hand what would transpire at this event, Conrad knew when it was time for him to speak his piece. It had taken him all the previous night to memorize the sacred Oath of the Jedi Knights.
The man bowed his head, the braid he wore behind his right ear dropping from its resting place on his shoulder to dangle vertically adjacent to head. The braid of that all human Jedi Padawans wore as a mark of their still growing skills as a Jedi.
Conrad had disliked the padawan braid, always getting in the way of his movements. He was glad that it was to finally be removed for good.
If I don't mess this up, he thought.
" I, Conrad Green, pledge my life to the advancement of peace. I will uphold truth and justice, approach all situations will caution and care, always-choosing valor over temptation. I reject the dark side and all its evil." The padawan stated. " I will defend the defenseless. Help the helpless. Use my training to dispel all that would oppose peace and prosperity.
I am neither superior nor inferior to anyone. The Force is my master, not my servant. I will abide by the Jedi Code.
There is no emotion. There is peace.
There is no ignorance. There is knowledge.
There is no passion. There is serenity.
There is no death, only the Force."
Giving no response as to whether or not he had recited the oath correctly, the female senior council member merely gestured to someone behind Conrad.
A man with long white hair and a similar beard approached using a polished wooden cane for support. From his red robes he pulled a lightsaber, halting right behind Green.
The man flicked a switch and a cobalt shaft of light, the silence suddenly pierced by a dull humming, further illuminated the room.
" I, Jedi Master Rog Zering, relinquish responsibility of my ward, Conrad Green." He spoke to the council.
Focusing on the blonde strip of hair hanging from the other man's head, Zering swiped once with his lightsaber. The blue blade swept through the braid with surgical accuracy, seeming to slice the skin of Conrad's neck.
The master extinguished the weapon as Cracken spoke again. " You are no longer the padawan of Master Zering. You are now responsible for your own actions. Your destiny is now solely in your hands.
Arise Conrad Green, Jedi Knight."
Conrad stood, scooping up his Jedi robe and giving a bow. In unison, the council returned the gesture.
" May the Force be with you."
The new Knight did an about face and promptly exited the council chamber.
Waiting patiently outside the chamber was a Jedi Knight of similar age. He wore crimson red, save for a black vest, boots, a pair of finger- less gloves, a utility belt, and Jedi robe. A black and silver lightsaber hung to his side. Golden blonde hair framed the handsome features of his young face.
He clapped slowly as Green approached, declaring with a grin, " Behold the Jedi Knight, Conrad Green."
Conrad smiled, shaking his head in disbelief. " Laugh it up, Troy."
The two hugged, Troy patting him on the back as they did.
"Congratulations, buddy" Troy continued.
The Jedi backed off, Conrad saying. " Thanks. I'm glad you were able to make it."
Troy chuckled slightly, " Yeah, that's more than I can say." " Hey, I tried to make it down here last month for your knighting, but things were so hectic at the Academy, I didn't have time." Conrad defended as they entered the single turbolift on the floor.
The doors shut and the lift car descended as the other knight replied, " No sweat man, that's what happens when your master is the head of the Skywalker Academy."
" Well." Conrad trailed off.
"Don't worry, now that we're our own men, we can be a team once again."
" You bet." Green said, the two slapping hands. " Nobody'll ever stop us."
" Just like old times."
" Even better."
The lift car stopped and the doors opened to let them out.
The two exited and rounded a corner, but were stopped by a young Trandoshan bearing the padawan tattoo of hair-less apprentices and a like rank young woman.
" Jados!" Conrad exclaimed. " Long time no see."
The alien and the knight hugged, and then Jados asked jokingly, " So, do I have to call you 'sir' now?"
" Be serious, Jados. Of course you do."
The trandoshan smiled. " It's great to have you here again. It's been- what-a year?"
" Too long, J. Too long."
" Things just aren't the same without all the gang here."
" Yeah, I know."
" How long are you planning to stay here?"
Conrad sighed as he thought. " I honestly don't know. At the least, the rest of the week."
Conrad moved passed him, slapping him on the shoulder as he did. He came upon the female padawan as Jados went to converse with Troy.
Without a word she wrapped her arms around the newly knighted Jedi and kissed him.
Afterwards she whispered into his ear, " So Knight, why don't we ditch these two and I can give you a proper welcome.
Overhearing, Jados and Troy laughed.
Conrad smiled brightly. " I don't think that would be proper Jedi Knight conduct, Talia."
" What's that supposed to mean?" She backed off a bit.
" You're still just a little old padawan. I'm a big bad Jedi Knight now."
Talia socked him in the arm, then said. " Ha-ha. Real cute."
" Aren't I, though?" He kissed her again.
Troy cleared his throat loudly. " If you're not too busy romancing my sister, Connie, other people are waiting to congratulate you."
" Alright. If I must."
Jados led them down the decoratively painted halls that housed the various guests the Jedi Temple would accommodate. A few dozen meters down was the room for which they took the young Jedi Knight.
Inside was a small suite, reserved for important guests. Usually visiting Jedi Masters.
" We're here, Uncle Anakin." Talia announced. A tall human with sandy colored hair and a worn, experienced, and not normally clean-shaven face emerged from a bedroom into the quaint anteroom.
" There you are Conrad. Nice to see you again." He greeted.
Green's eyes lit-up," Master Solo, you came all the way from Tekaida to see me?"
" Well, it wasn't the only reason." Solo told him. " Please, sit down for a moment."
The Jedi Master sat down in a large comfortable chair while he gestured for the others to do the same. He looked to Talia and Troy, saying, " Your mother called Allon and me out here. She wants to discuss something with me, though she wouldn't give details. You know, secret Jedi Master stuff."
" You opted to shave the beard, Master Solo? Usually you have more hair on your face than on your head." Jados noticed
Solo rubbed his bare jaw. " I never like wearing beards. They're always too scratchy and uncomfortable. But when Allon and I are on Tekaida, I don't have much of a choice considering the lack of technology. Besides, the beard is a sign of enlightenment and experience among the Selquians." He turned to Conrad " Have you been to Tekaida IX yet, Conrad?"
The young man shook his head. " No, not yet. Perhaps now that I have some free time on my hands, I'll take a little vacation down there."
" When are you planning to apply for placement?" " Oh, I'm not going to." Green revealed.
" You aren't? Going the way of the roaming guardian like Troy?"
Conrad reclined back. " Honestly, I haven't thought about that yet."
" Well, yes, of course."
Talia Cracken looked around the suite, and then said, " So where is Allon, anyway?"
" Yeah." Conrad responded. " Am I ever going to meet this great new padawan I've been hearing about?"
" I sent him off on a errand. He should be back soon. Stick around, you'll see him."
" I've seen Allon around here a few times. Kinda short, even for a human boy."
Troy snickered. " Well you're short for a trandoshan."
Jados sneered. " I am not!"
The male Cracken put his hands up in defense. " Hey, what ever you say.Shrimpy." He mumbled the last part.
" Shrimpy! I-"
" Boys!" Master Solo interrupted. " Behave yourselves."
Jados sneered at Troy as he folded his long scaly arms in disgust.
Solo waited a moment to make sure the problems would cease, than focused his attention on the former padawan learner, Conrad Green.
" Well, lets get down to business now."
" Yes?"
" Congratulations on finally becoming a Jedi Knight. You've taken a step into a much larger world."
" Don't you mean 'galaxy'?" Jados said, frustration still evident on his voice.
The master's eyes narrowed as he stared down the reptilian alien. " It's a figure of speech."
" Right." He replied, feeling stupid.
" Anyway," He regarded Conrad, " I remember when I first met you- Actually met you. I was there when you were born. But after that I didn't see you again until you were seven years old. You were wide-eyed-mischievous-eyed too-and extremely eager to learn as much as you could about the Force. Already you were long time friends with Talia, Troy, and Jados, creating frustration and discontent for all your instructor's at the Jedi Academy. But you were good kids. Everyone knew that.
"Conrad, I could tell from the day you were born that you contained a great connection to the Force. I foresaw great things from you that day. And I'm proud to see that I was right all along."
Solo began to smile. " Oh, if only your parents could be here to see you now. But I know they're watching over you even now, and must be very proud of their boy.
"Alec and Jysilla died heroes, Conrad. Never forget that. They, along with almost a hundred other Jedi gave their lives so that you kids could grow and prosper. Make this galaxy safer for their future generations. Your parents loved you very much. You were the best thing that ever happened to them. And you know what? I think you still are."
The man's grin faded as he got more serious. " You're a Jedi Knight now Conrad. A grave responsibility has been set before. It's much easier being a padawan, because you only need watch and learn. But-"
" You were never a padawan, Uncle Anakin." Troy commented.
" True. But I was an apprentice none the less, Troy." Solo admitted. " But my point is that you're in control of situations now. There will generally be no one around to tell you if you've made a mistake or not. No more masters. You might be called upon to make command decisions, on your own, that mean the death or survival of innocent people. But," Master Solo looked to all of them, " if ever there was a group of young Jedi that I felt were really ready for such a task, it's you four. You will be the future leaders of the Jedi. I know this to be true. As long as you remain focused and always stay in-tune with the will of the Force, I don't see that fact ever changing."
The young Jedi all took turns saying their thank yous for the compliment, then the five all conversed about other points of interest for the following ten minutes. They were interrupted by the appearance of Master Zering at the door.
" Conrad, there you are." He said as he entered. " Greetings Anakin. Talia, Troy, Jados."
" Please, come in, sit down Master Rog."
The elder Jedi Master took a seat adjacent to the others and looked upon the man who less than an hour earlier had been his apprentice. " I've been looking all over for you. Shame on you for making an old man search this god-awfully long temple." Zering said playfully.
Conrad chuckled, " My apologies, master."
" So how does it feel to be free of an old fossil like myself."
" Oh Master Zering, your not a fossil."
The old man was taken aback by the sudden compliment. " Why, thank you, Conrad."
"No," Green continued, " you're way passed fossil. More like a soon to be super-novaing star."
Zering couldn't help but laugh. " Fare enough. Fare enough."
" Can I get you something to drink, Rog?" Master Solo asked.
He waved the younger master away, saying, " No, no. I'm fine. Actually I just came to collect Conrad." Rog turned to him. " I'd like to speak with you in private if you don't mind."
" Yes, right away, Master."
The Jedi Knight got up and considered the others. " If you all will excuse me."
" Go on. Go on." Solo instructed.
" Goodbye, Master Solo. Bye guys."
" I'll see you later, Conrad." Anakin replied.
" Bye, Conrad." Talia sounded.
" See ya later, Conrad." Jados followed.
" Bye, Connie." Troy said last.
The master and the knight departed swiftly to the outer corridors to discuss matters of mutual interest.
When they were gone, Solo turned to the others. " Wait two minutes, then we'll all go."
Eighty-eight year old Jedi Master Rog Zering strolled casually down the ornate corridors of the Jedi Temple alongside his former padawan, Conrad Green.
The skies had darkened on Courscant. The barrage of lights from passing air traffic seemed like mere flickering dots as they sped by the massive building. Twilight on the capital was something to behold to new comers, but a spectacle Master Zering had seen a thousand times since the recapture of the world from Imperial hands some fifty years ago.
Rog had had a long, and he would like to think adventurous, life. At only sixteen years old, he had left his home planet of Almania to seek the stars as a technician for the Alliance to Restore the Republic, the Rebellion. Serving aboard the Corellian Corvette, Montgomery, than the infamous Mon Calamari Battle Cruiser, Home One; Zering had seen many battles, including The Battle of Endor.
His superiors had always said he was an extremely apt worker and especially perceptive person. He later came to know that this was due to a connection with the Force. The power of the Jedi. The power that the mighty Luke Skywalker was famous for wielding to defeat Darth Vader and the Emperor. So when it came time for Skywalker's search for those he could teach in the ways of that Force, Zering felt compelled to answer the call. Though older than most of the trainees at the Jedi paraxeum, he felt at home on Yavin 4. The road to Knighthood and away from the temptations of the dark side had been a difficult one. Both by great internal struggle and greater external struggles. Always it seems the balance of peace was in peril by enemies both foreign and domestic.
The Jedi Master had fought to see the defeat of the Empire, the expulsion of the Yuuzhan Vong, and the destruction of Valen Draxx's Dark Jedi cult. After all those events, mainly because of almost loosing his right leg in a duel, Rog Zering had dedicated the rest of his life to total pacifism, shunning combat all together. He had tried to teach a few of his new found views to a young, impressionable boy named Conrad Green, but knew it wouldn't be wise to make his apprentice see things they way he did. Taking a padawan learner was not a chance to impose ones views on another, but to let them see those views and decide for themselves.
To that end, Conrad was quick to draw his lightsaber in a conflict, but would always take heed his master's words.
Zering's life felt complete now. He'd resisted the dark side, defeated evil many times, and trained an apprentice. Now it was just a matter of setting Conrad on the right track.
" So, now that you've had time to think, have you devised an answer to my question last night?" The master asked.
Green let out a big breath and said, " I have. And I think I'm going to become a full instructor at the academy."
" Are you sure? You'd be taking a great step. From apprentice to instructing initiates seems like a grave responsibility. Why not apply for an assignment with the council. See the galaxy; learn first hand what actually transpires out there. Perhaps even just travel a while like Troy. It will better help in instruction later on."
" Oh, I don't know. I don't think I want to hop transports around the galaxy like him, but adventuring around seems to be an enticing idea. You see, that's why I want to go work at the academy. Hopefully, after a decade or so, I'll be able to afford some form of personal ship."
" Actually, you may be closer to your dream than you think, m'boy."
Conrad looked at him. " What are you getting at?"
The two walked a bit farther, then Zering asked, " Are you familiar with a man named Booster Terrik?"
" He was my great grandfather, wasn't he?"
The master nodded, " As well as a very wealthy man."
" As I came to understand."
" You see, when Booster died a while back, He left a substantial inheritance to his grandchildren. Your mother never did much with her money, having been a Jedi. And for that matter, neither did your uncle, Valin. That left a lot of credits in the bank in the name of your family."
" Okay." The confused Knight said.
" I checked back around the time your parents died, and you are the only surviving member of the Green and Horn family. So now that you are legally of age, that money is now in your possession."
" What? How much?" The two Jedi halted outside two large double doors. Zering reached into his tunic and produced a datapad. He flicked it open, called up a program, then displayed it to Conrad. " One billion, two hundred thirteen million, nine hundred seventy-two credits. All in your name."
In shock, Green grabbed the small computer and examined it further.
" You're joking."
" Would I ever joke about such things?"
" I can buy a ship with that kind of money. A big one." He said to himself, then looked up. " This is real?"
" You can go by the galactic bank later and check for yourself."
" Later? Why later?"
" Because we're here." Zering told him.
" Here? Where?"
Master Zering opened the doors to the temple's grand banquet hall.
" Surprise!"
Conrad Green came in with a shocked smile on his face as Master Zering led him through the room-filled with more than a dozen beings that had come to congratulate the Jedi-to the head of a long banquet table. In attendance were Talia, Troy, and Jados, the council, Master Solo-Allon was still nowhere to be seen-and other assorted people that knew Conrad.
Seated to Green's left was Master Cracken, with Zering taking up the chair to the opposite side. Talia sat next to her mother and master in the ways of the Jedi, and Troy rested beside Master Solo who was placed to Zering's side. Next was Jados on Talia's side and his master, Andur Naraga on Troy's. The others were placed equally along the table thereafter.
Champagne was served to all save for the two padawans who were forced to settle for some form of nonalcoholic liquid. This alone showed the importance of the event, for the Jedi all but forbid the consumption of alcohol. Conrad felt there had to be a catch to all this. Zering leaned over to his former apprentice and underneath the sounds of various conversations, mentioned, "You wouldn't believe how overjoyed the council was when they heard you would be willing to pay for such extravagance."
It took Green a moment to comprehend what the master was saying. " How generous of me." He replied as he realized that Zering had promised that Conrad's money would pay for all this.
The Jedi Order, grand as it may be now days, was still an Order funded by donations and a small New Republic grant. Such celebrations like this one could not be allowed into the budget. Especially ones this seemingly expensive.
He added, " Tell them to put it on my tab." The not surprisingly expensive meal was served. It was a dinner of exotic poultry and vegetables that would please anyone. This was a special treat for the attendance, even Conrad himself. They were Jedi, not accustomed to fancy meals of any sort. Conrad grabbed his glass and stood up. Everyone got silent when they noticed. " Before we eat, I would like to propose a toast." He announced. " I'd like to thank everyone who came here today. You're support is much appreciated, I assure you. But I really don't understand what the fuss is about. I'm nobody special. Just another Jedi Knight in a long line of others. I don't deserve this kind of treatment. Nonetheless, I am grateful. Perhaps you all see something in me that I don't yet understand. And it is a great honor to know that you care enough to notice. Thank you all." Conrad shifted his attention to the female Jedi Master next to him. "I give thanks to Master Cracken. With out your presence in my life, I don't believe any of this could be possible. You united the Jedi in a time of chaos. Fore without your actions, it would not have been possible for me to train to become what I am today. Of course, I also need to thank you and General Cracken for creating such a lovely daughter. Who with out, I would have no inspiration." He said. " Thanks for Troy too, I guess." The other Knight gave a joking sneer. Conrad acknowledged him, then turned to the old Jedi to his other side." To Master Zering, The Skywalker Academy taught me the skills needed to be a Jedi, but you were the one that made me a Jedi. Your guidance and wisdom has helped me to realize not only the importance of being a Jedi, but the importance of the Jedi being present in the galaxy. It's a concept I thought I understood as an initiate at the academy, but I never truly knew what it meant. I know now that there is no real answer as to why I wanted to be a Jedi. It's a feeling inside me that just makes it feel so right. As if I am personally contributing to the balance of the Force. This is a lesson all Jedi must learn, but none teach it as well as you. And I would like to thank you very personally for being there when my parents died in the Conflict. You really helped me out at a time when I was very young and scared about the future. I could never have gotten through it without you." Green looked to all of them. " Without all of you supporting me through the years, I'd have been lost in a sea of anguish. You all are my family." He looked up to the ceiling. " Don't think I forgot about you, Mom and Dad. Thank you for everything." The Jedi went on down the line, thanking everyone personally for all his or her contributions. When he was finished, he made an announcement. " I understand that I have come upon a bit of good luck. It seems the Force favors me." He began. " As some of you may know, I've inherited a great deal of money. But I am a Jedi. I never wanted fortune or any kind of wealth. Our way of life is provided by prosperous individuals that have the kindness in their hearts to share their good fortune with us. By bestowing money to our cause, they help the galaxy on just as grand a scale as the Order does. The Jedi do not believe in greed. Our code forbids it. But like it or not, it takes credits-and a lot of them-to keep our way of life going. So it is with great satisfaction that I contribute to the foundation that made me what I am today. "I am donating four hundred million credits to the Jedi Temple and five hundred million to the Skywalker Academy. This money rightfully belongs to the public. And I see no other way to aid the public than to support the Jedi." Everyone in the room began to clap happily. Master Cracken, the senior council member and head master of the Jedi Temple, and Master Zering, the head master at the Skywalker Academy, gave extra appreciation. " I know that no amount of money can show just how much I care, but I can only hope that it helps."