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"Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at you side, kid…" These words were spoken by Han Solo to Luke Skywalker. His words have been discredited countless times…and by countless people.
The pilot announced their approach to Yavin 4 over the intercom. Kordav Vesttry sat very still, almost shaking with excitement. Fear, though, and anxiety were also present. He was going to the Jedi academy. The Jedi academy. The human's palms were sweating, his red hair stood on end as they entered the atmosphere, his bright green eyes wide in excitement. The Twi'lek sitting beside him, though, was quite the opposite in expression.
Sar'ri Quilea sat in quiet confidence. The blue-skinned girl sat, breathing steadily, the way she was always taught by her father. She was of course excited to be going to the academy, but didn't show it as blatantly as the human sitting beside her did. The ship landed at the academy.
As the students stepped of the ship, Jedi Master Kelden Cerr looked over each one thoroughly. He spotted two that caught his attention right away. A red-headed human boy and a blue-skinned Twi'lek. He leaned just slightly towards Luke Skywalker and Kyle Katarn in front of him and said just loud enough for them to hear: "The red-head and blue-skin are mine."
The other two Jedi Masters just nodded. This was how it always worked. Kelden would pick one or two students in which he sensed something special. Kelden never could place a finger on what it was, but he certainly knew if it was there or not. Jaden Korr, a young Kel'Dor and the academy's former best student, now their best Jedi, and going for the rank of Master; came up beside them. "Good bunch." He commented. The other three nodded in accord. He was right; the force was stronger in these than it was in most of the students they got.
They all entered the academy's main chamber. Luke gave his standard 'Welcome to the Jedi Academy, let the torture begin.' speech, but Kelden didn't hear it. He was too intent on the two youth sitting side by side on the floor. Neither of them noticed the staring, but Kelden really didn't care if they did. He trained two types of students: the ones he could tell would have exceptional saber skill, the ones that would be exceptionally skilled in the Force, and the ones he could tell that would be exceptionally skilled in both. Now he had two of the 'both' camp sitting right in front of him. He wasn't gonna give up the opportunity.
Luke split the young Jedi-to-be up with masters. Kelden and his two students were the last called. "Sar'ri Quilea and Kordav Vesttry, you'll be with Master Kelden Cerr. Good luck to you all." Kelden grinned. Kelden was one of those people that had two smiles, both were sincere, but one put you at ease and the other creeped you out. This smile was the second one. He strode over, his twin lightsabers bouncing at his waist.
"Kelden Cerr at your service," he said, extending a hand. Kordav took it. Sar'ri shook his hand second. Kelden continued, "And don't call me 'Master Cerr', please." He gave a disarming smile and motioned for the two to follow him as he strode off.
He led them to a small chamber filled with storage cases and books. There was even a small shelf of Jedi, and Sith, holocrons. "Welcome to my library," Kelden said, "As of now, this is where you will study the Jedi arts. After you pick a lightsaber (or lightsabers), we will see if the training course is open. Have at 'em." Kelden waved his hand and several of the cases opened, revealing several dozen lightsabers. The two youth gasped in amazement. Kordav took a step forward and took a lightsaber out of its case.
"The lightsaber of Mace Windu, mainly for fast, slashing and jabbing attacks. Well, light it up, give it a swing." He said as Kordav hesitated. Kordav activated the lightsaber and the famed violet blade emerged. He swung it around, if a bit clumsily. Kordav deactivated it and put it back in its case. It didn't feel right in his hands.
Sar'ri also picked up a lightsaber. "Ah," Kelden commented, "the lightsaber of Qui-Gon Jinn. A good choice." Sar'ri activated the weapon. The green blade turned in her hands as she swung it around timidly. "Don't be afraid," Kelden said supportively, "they're all set at a very low power. No harm can come from them." The two worked methodically through the lightsabers, neither finding one that fit them. Kelden noticed Kordav using his wrist a lot when trying the lightsabers.
"Try this," Kelden said as he handed Kordav a lightsaber with a curved handle and a hook at the end. Kordav did, and gave a yell, dropping the lightsaber to the floor, its blood red blade still exposed. He gaped at the Sith blade, then at his master, then back at the blade.
"Go on," Kelden said heatedly, "it doesn't bite, pick it back up and try it. No buts." He added decisively as Kordav started to protest. Kordav followed his orders, though, and picked the blade up. Kelden was right, the blade did fit him. It felt right in his hands.
Kelden went back to his holocron shelf and picked one of the Sith ones up. "Put that one back, you'll be building your own." Kordav followed the order and sat down in one of the vacant chairs.
Sar'ri was having trouble finding one as well. She came across a tiny lightsaber paired up with a normal sized one. She picked up both, holding the now activated smaller lightsaber backhandedly, the other fit in her right hand, the grip just perfect for the one-handed handling.
"The lightsaber of Jedi Master Yoda paired with the lightsaber of Anakin Skywalker at the time of the Battle of Geonosis." Kelden said, nodding in approval. He used the force to pull two holocrons from a high shelf. He levitated them over to Sar'ri and gave the Sith one to Kordav.
"To the work room." Kelden said, and led the way.