Within two days word of the incident had spread to the ears of everyone at
the Academy. Students took to walking past the medical wing, trying to
catch a glimpse of the mysterious arrival. Cifan, however, had foreseen
this possibility and placed a curtain around the stranger's bed.
This, of course, led to wild speculation on the students' part. Rumors
were flying all over the place as Mya made her way to the gardens for some
meditation.
"I heard that he's a space pirate!"
"No way, he's gotta be a fighter pilot for the Republic who got shot down."
"What if he is one of the Sith?"
Several people gasped at this last statement, the redheaded girl who had
offered it blushing and murmuring "sorry" before rushing off.
However, Mya's curiosity was aroused by the student's guess and thought
about it as she went into the garden and sat on one of its stone benches.
Clearing her mind of all thoughts, Mya drew the Force around her like a
cloak, pushing the rest of the world away. Alone, she concentrated on a
simple Jedi mantra:
Peace over anger
Love over hate
Wisdom over fear
Then, Mya let her consciousness expand, observing the minds of other students as they went about their business. She felt two teengae boys walk together towards a lecture hall, discussing the possibility of hooking up with some of the girls their age. Her mind drifted over to a group of much younger students, girls who were happily chatting away as they braided one another's hair under one of the large trees that stood guard outside the main temple's front entrance. The next presence Mya felt was one of the masters, who sat in the Academy library reading a datascroll, immersed in its secrets. Finally, the Jedi sensed a stirring from the medical wing. Her curiosity aroused, Mya concentrated on the hospital ward. She realized that the stranger was going to awaken soon. Wondering how he had healed so quickly, Mya hastened to the medical wing so she could speak with him. The Jedi arrived at the ward to see Cifan looking out a window, hands clasped behind his back.
Turning as Mya entered, he smiled at her. "I wondered if you would come back, young Jedi." The healer gestured to the cot occupied by the unknown youth. "He will awake soon. You may stay if you wish." Mya nodded happily. "Of course I'll stay! Thanks Cifan!" The elderly Jedi merely smiled and nodded in reply. Not wanting to waste any more time, Mya walked over to the curtain surrounding the bed and pulled it aside. She gazed onto the comatose form of the nameless youth, lying motionless in the white hospital bed. As he lay there, silently breathing, Mya realized the young man possessed quite a handsome face. She was looking at his wild, dark brown hair when she realized he was stirring, beginning to wake up. The stranger shook his head from side to side, as if trying to clear it of a bad memory. After a moment, his eyes squeezed shut, then slowly opened.
Mya's first thought was how interesting those eyes seemed. They were the color of dark emerald shot through with hazel, and a thin rim of dark blue on the outer edge. Those emeralds flicked from side to side, taking in the entire room before settling at last on the young woman standing over him. He blinked once, then twice, as if to make sure she was real. Mya broke the awkward silence first. "Hi." The youth blinked again, slightly surprised. Slowly sitting up, he looked around, then turned back to Mya. "Where am I? How did I get here?" "You are in the medical wing of the Jedi Academy, on the planet Dantooine. You were found in a shuttle that crash landed here two days ago." "Really? How did I make it here alive then?" Mya blushed a little. Cifan answered the question for her, sparing the girl of embarrassment.
"This young Jedi pulled you out of the craft shortly before it went up
in flames. You owe her your life, good sir."
Mya blushed a deeper shade of vermilion.
The stranger bowed his head to her. "I am in you debt. How may I
ever thank you?"
Mya simply smiled and replied, "You could at least tell me your name."
At this the young man looked away, "I wish I knew what it was."
This time it was Mya's turn to blink, clearly not expecting this.
"The last thing I remember is waking up here a few minutes ago."
Cifan walked over to the other side of the patients bed, and extended
a hand to the youth's head. After a moment, he drew it back and shook
his head.
"The boy's memory has indeed been wiped clean. However, I can give
you a name if you'd like."
The stranger shrugged. "Sure, why not. It's better that having no
name at all."
"Very well. Your appearance reminds me of an old friend, so I'll name
you after him. I'll also give you a last name from an ancient Jedi
language, in honor of our tradition of rebirth at this temple. Young
boy, let you be known henceforth as Orion Amaturus."
The youth smiled. "Orion Amaturus, huh? Not bad. Okay, that's my
new name." He looked at the two Jedi.
"Might I ask you kind people for your names?" Cifan nodded. "I am Cifan Recturus, master healer of the Jedi Academy."
Mya returned Orion's smile. "I am Mya Victurus, a student of the Jedi
Academy."
Orion nodded his head in respect to the both of them.
"It is an honor to meet you both."
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll ju- GAH!" As he was speaking, Orion had started to get out of the hospital cot, only to realize he wasn't wearing anything under the bedsheets.
Mya turned away, blushing a furious crimson. Cifan, amused, merely pointed to a small refresher adjoining the ward, and stepped out of the room, gesturing for Mya to follow him.
As soon as they had left, Orion got up and quickly went to the small
room, closing the door behind him. He blinked as lights automatically switched on, then looked in the mirror. (Damn), he thought, (I look like hell). And indeed he did. A beard and mustache had grown while he was unconscious, and his hair was wild and unkempt. After a quick shower, Orion found a small razor blade on a shelf and got to work. As he shaved, he thought about the girl, Mya. He wondered what kind of person she was, whether she enjoyed the outdoors or to stay inside with the computers. He had to admit to himself though, whatever kind of personality she had, Mya definitely had the looks. Despite her childish behavior earlier, though, Orion had seen the fire in her eyes. Those were eyes of a warrior. The lightsaber hanging at her side had been hard to miss as well. He would have to be careful with her, or she would cut him up like a dewback steak. (Although,) the young man thought with a grin, (it might just be worth it.)
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As Mya sat in a chair opposite Cifan's desk, watching the old man go about his daily duties, she found that she couldn't stop thinking about Orion. She also wondered what Master Vondo would have to say about him, though she was sure the young man would at least be given a place to stay. (Even so,) thought Mya, (I wonder if he'll choose to stay here with the Jedi.)
Peace over anger
Love over hate
Wisdom over fear
Then, Mya let her consciousness expand, observing the minds of other students as they went about their business. She felt two teengae boys walk together towards a lecture hall, discussing the possibility of hooking up with some of the girls their age. Her mind drifted over to a group of much younger students, girls who were happily chatting away as they braided one another's hair under one of the large trees that stood guard outside the main temple's front entrance. The next presence Mya felt was one of the masters, who sat in the Academy library reading a datascroll, immersed in its secrets. Finally, the Jedi sensed a stirring from the medical wing. Her curiosity aroused, Mya concentrated on the hospital ward. She realized that the stranger was going to awaken soon. Wondering how he had healed so quickly, Mya hastened to the medical wing so she could speak with him. The Jedi arrived at the ward to see Cifan looking out a window, hands clasped behind his back.
Turning as Mya entered, he smiled at her. "I wondered if you would come back, young Jedi." The healer gestured to the cot occupied by the unknown youth. "He will awake soon. You may stay if you wish." Mya nodded happily. "Of course I'll stay! Thanks Cifan!" The elderly Jedi merely smiled and nodded in reply. Not wanting to waste any more time, Mya walked over to the curtain surrounding the bed and pulled it aside. She gazed onto the comatose form of the nameless youth, lying motionless in the white hospital bed. As he lay there, silently breathing, Mya realized the young man possessed quite a handsome face. She was looking at his wild, dark brown hair when she realized he was stirring, beginning to wake up. The stranger shook his head from side to side, as if trying to clear it of a bad memory. After a moment, his eyes squeezed shut, then slowly opened.
Mya's first thought was how interesting those eyes seemed. They were the color of dark emerald shot through with hazel, and a thin rim of dark blue on the outer edge. Those emeralds flicked from side to side, taking in the entire room before settling at last on the young woman standing over him. He blinked once, then twice, as if to make sure she was real. Mya broke the awkward silence first. "Hi." The youth blinked again, slightly surprised. Slowly sitting up, he looked around, then turned back to Mya. "Where am I? How did I get here?" "You are in the medical wing of the Jedi Academy, on the planet Dantooine. You were found in a shuttle that crash landed here two days ago." "Really? How did I make it here alive then?" Mya blushed a little. Cifan answered the question for her, sparing the girl of embarrassment.
"This young Jedi pulled you out of the craft shortly before it went up
in flames. You owe her your life, good sir."
Mya blushed a deeper shade of vermilion.
The stranger bowed his head to her. "I am in you debt. How may I
ever thank you?"
Mya simply smiled and replied, "You could at least tell me your name."
At this the young man looked away, "I wish I knew what it was."
This time it was Mya's turn to blink, clearly not expecting this.
"The last thing I remember is waking up here a few minutes ago."
Cifan walked over to the other side of the patients bed, and extended
a hand to the youth's head. After a moment, he drew it back and shook
his head.
"The boy's memory has indeed been wiped clean. However, I can give
you a name if you'd like."
The stranger shrugged. "Sure, why not. It's better that having no
name at all."
"Very well. Your appearance reminds me of an old friend, so I'll name
you after him. I'll also give you a last name from an ancient Jedi
language, in honor of our tradition of rebirth at this temple. Young
boy, let you be known henceforth as Orion Amaturus."
The youth smiled. "Orion Amaturus, huh? Not bad. Okay, that's my
new name." He looked at the two Jedi.
"Might I ask you kind people for your names?" Cifan nodded. "I am Cifan Recturus, master healer of the Jedi Academy."
Mya returned Orion's smile. "I am Mya Victurus, a student of the Jedi
Academy."
Orion nodded his head in respect to the both of them.
"It is an honor to meet you both."
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll ju- GAH!" As he was speaking, Orion had started to get out of the hospital cot, only to realize he wasn't wearing anything under the bedsheets.
Mya turned away, blushing a furious crimson. Cifan, amused, merely pointed to a small refresher adjoining the ward, and stepped out of the room, gesturing for Mya to follow him.
As soon as they had left, Orion got up and quickly went to the small
room, closing the door behind him. He blinked as lights automatically switched on, then looked in the mirror. (Damn), he thought, (I look like hell). And indeed he did. A beard and mustache had grown while he was unconscious, and his hair was wild and unkempt. After a quick shower, Orion found a small razor blade on a shelf and got to work. As he shaved, he thought about the girl, Mya. He wondered what kind of person she was, whether she enjoyed the outdoors or to stay inside with the computers. He had to admit to himself though, whatever kind of personality she had, Mya definitely had the looks. Despite her childish behavior earlier, though, Orion had seen the fire in her eyes. Those were eyes of a warrior. The lightsaber hanging at her side had been hard to miss as well. He would have to be careful with her, or she would cut him up like a dewback steak. (Although,) the young man thought with a grin, (it might just be worth it.)
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As Mya sat in a chair opposite Cifan's desk, watching the old man go about his daily duties, she found that she couldn't stop thinking about Orion. She also wondered what Master Vondo would have to say about him, though she was sure the young man would at least be given a place to stay. (Even so,) thought Mya, (I wonder if he'll choose to stay here with the Jedi.)