Chapter 2
A young male Jedi Padawan stood patiently outside the Jedi Order's doors. He was of average height, 5'4" to 5'5". He had a deep black hair coloring, his build was lean, yet it had a small tone of muscle as well. This young man was about 15 to 18 in age. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown. He had a sense of seriousness about him as well. Hands behind his back and standing tall and proud he waited for one of the Jedi Masters to summon him to come inside the Jedi Council's meeting room. He had been told by Master Vrook that he would be needed during a meeting with one of the other Padawns this afternoon. Continuing to wait patiently, enjoying the beautiful weather out and finding it a perfect time to calm and collect himself. Just as he was about to do a small meditation technique his master had taught him he was interrupted by a voice behind him. Turning around he noticed it was Master Selwyn. Becoming a little nervous he quickly bowed in the Jedi method and was about to speak but was interrupted politely by the Jedi Master. "It is alright young Padawan. You have been summoned inside by the other Jedi Masters." Bowing once again the young male showed his respects to the Jedi master before him and quickly made his way to the Jedi Council meeting room. Once he entered he was soon beside an elder woman and bowed once again. Once he was standing upright once again Master Vrook spoke up. "Padawan, you are to take this Padawn to the Jedi containment room and is not to be released unless told otherwise. "Yes master Vrook." Turning to Alora he gave a polite smile and said "If you will please follow me." Was all the Padawn said. Turning on his heels he began to walk toward the finely crafted doors which was made of the finest wood and the clear windows which was also embedded in the wood was so clear it looked like there was no glass there at all. The young man's stride was long and confident.
Alora bowed her respects to the Jedi Council and stood there, pondering for a moment. Though her thoughts were interrupted as she heard Vrook's all too familiar stern voice. Looking to her right she noticed a young Padawn beside her. Hearing that she was to be escorted to the "containment room" she waited patiently for the young man to take here there. She watched the man's movements. They were long, confident and like he had a goal in mind. A goal that he would strive to finish no matter what obstacles that came across his path.
As the two reached the outside of the Council's meeting chambers Alora stopped and took a deep breath of fresh air. The weather outside was delightful. The sun was shinning brightly and making everything around the Jedi Enclave spring to life. The gardens shinned with beauty and had a sense of harmony to them. The trees, the four trees, the only trees on the entire plant stretched out there limbs and leaves to the havens. At the same time, the trees created a great amount of shade at the same time. While the trees basked in the sun, students and Jedi Masters rested underneath the comforting shade that these magnificent trees provided. There was laughter; some were doing playful banter as well. Though there was joy in the shade, there was an air of seriousness that surrounded the whole Jedi Enclave. Jedi Masters teach there students. Students practiced their skills that they had been taught to them.
Finally Alora resumed her walk with the Padawan that was escorting her to the Jedi "jail" as she called it. While Alora walked, she thought that this scenery, this walk would make up for the absence of light and the beauty of the Enclave for two weeks. Or so she thought. She had no idea what, or how dull the Jail would be. Meanwhile Padawan Alora Derrin followed the other Padawn with a brisk and bouncy walk. While she followed the male with ease she would often look around and try to remember her days of training, try to remember her friends that she had created so long ago. To remember her life before she turned to the monster she once was. As the thoughts continued to build in her head she felt memories, mostly memories of new. The memories of death, the memories of fighting Malak flooded her brain. Finally Alora felt the overload of thoughts and shook her had violently trying to rid these thoughts. Finally the woman succeeded and instead tired to focus on the beauty of the Enclave around her instead of the trying to remember her past.
Finally their destination was reached, the Jedi Containment room. Alora stopped just before the door and took a quick peek inside. She wanted to say to the Padawn beside her, "I'm not going in there am I?" For this place was almost dark and had some to hardly in light. The walls were made of thick cement and could withstand a great amount of pounding. There were three "stalls" in this containment room. Each only had a cot, a coffee table and perhaps a few other things. The doors were all constructed of the best force fields available. Besides that, there was only a lone computer panel in the rest of the room. Finally Alora accepted that this would be her new "home" for two weeks she stepped in. But the moment she stepped into the room she was suddenly blinded by the dark. Taking a moment for her eyes to adjust she stood there, listing to the humming of the force fields. Finally her eyes accepted the less amount of light that her eyes were used to. Waiting for one of the force fields to disappear she stood quietly and stared outside, longing already to go back out there. To feel the comfort of the sun, to hear the sounds of the fountains running water, the chatter of the young Jedi students, the beautiful smell of the vast verity of flowers and plants.
While Alora stood still trying to soak in the last moments of beauty and light for a while the young Padawan went to the lone computer panel that was in the center of this entire Jail camber and punched in a code that released one the force field doors. Finally Cell number 5's door fell silent and there was no longer the clear light that it had once produced when it was active. Clearing his throat in a polite way as to attract the attention of the woman that was accompanying him… "Your room is ready." He said with a soft and calm voice. With that he pointed to the cell that was all the way toward the back.
Sighing Alora sat herself down on her bed and closed her eyes. She figured it would be as good as any time to start and meditate. Her body relaxed and her thoughts seem to disappear. She was thankful for mediation. It was good for her to relax. Sometimes it was the only way she could relax. Finally, after at least an hour of full Jedi training meditation she laid herself down upon the fairly comfortable bed and allowed her thoughts to wonder. More often then not they would always drift back to Carth.
Once the woman was settled in the young Padawn returned to the computer panel and activated the force field once again. Making sure all systems were functioning and all systems were green he locked the computer's force codes as so no one could slice them to release the one person in this place. Walking out into the sunlight, his stride once again long and confident, quickly turning a corner he disappeared and would never be seen again for a long, long time.
Carth was unaware of Alora's choice and often paced the hallway that led to her apartment. "Where is she? Normally she's back by now. If someone doesn't give me an answer, I'll…Sigh I'll do something!" Just then he noticed a figure approach him. His heart sped up and was about to run and hug the approaching figure. For he thought it was Alora but the moment he saw it was only Mission, the young Twi'lek girl that had been with him and Alora almost since the beginning of their mission only 6 months or so ago. Inside his heart sank and said in a fairly flattened tone "Oh, hi Mission."
"Hey! Carth! What you doing here?" "I was waiting for Alora. Have you seen her Mission? She's been gone for at least two days. She's never been gone this long!" "Sorry Carth. I haven't seen her either. Perhaps the Jedi might know. Sorry I can't be more help ya know? Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No, Mission. You can't help me out. Just let me know if you happen to spot Alora, okay?" "Sure thing Carth…Well, I better get going. I have to go snatch up some snacks for Zaalbar." Carth continued to pace the hallway while thinking about Alora and what to do. "I think I'll go to the Ebon Hawk were Jolee and the others are. Perhaps they know more on what's going on."
"Let's see. I've read that Jedi's history. His wisdom on things, and, ah yes, I've also read all about Jedi Knights since the beginning of the Jedi Order. What is there left to do?" Alora pondered as she sat on her bed, which was more like a cot. Her back was against the fairly damp and cold concrete wall. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Letting her body relax and empty her mind she thought out loud, "Well, guess now is as good of time to meditate. What I'll do after that. I'll see." After at least a half an hour of deep, relaxing meditation she opened her eyes and noticed that something seemed to be missing. Like there wasn't someone watching her, or inside her mind all the time. She then realized she really couldn't feel the presence of Bastlia, the woman that had saved her life a little over a year ago. The woman that had taken her to the Jedi council, making Alora lose her memory. Pondering some more she spoke out lout "Hmmm. That's odd. I don't seem to feel the special bond between me and Bastlia like I used to. Perhaps it's nothing. I'll ask her when I get the chance. Now, time for some food, I'm hungry." She then arose and slowly walked toward a coffee table that was in the center of the concrete cell. Sitting on the floor she pulled a small box towards her. Digging through the she pulled out a bag of "healthy Cookies" Opening the bag she put her hand in it and pulled out a solid chocolate cookie, which was about the same size of the palm of her hand, perhaps a little smaller. "Hope this taste's better." She mumbled to herself. Putting the cookie into her mouth she chewed on it for a little while, but finally she gave a small face of disgust. "It's good, but nothing great. Least it has a little bit more taste then the other bag of cookies I had." She then raised herself back onto her feet and walked around the whole cell, just letting her mind ramble on while eating the okay, yet edible food.