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3 YEARS PREVIOUS: 22 BBY
"Padawan Sadesor, the Council will see you now."
Myra Sadesor raised her head in acknowledgement and stood. Calm yourself and clear your head. She told herself, swallowing hard. They can definitely sense your fear... even from out here. Fiddling with the edge of the pale green silk wrappings that covered her eyes, she waited until she heard the council doors open, and then gracefully entered the room. When she sensed she had reached the center of the circle of Jedi masters, she bowed and stood silently, while her inner dialogue continued.
Have I broken any part of the Code? No, not that I can think of... I am doing well in all my classes... although my saber technique is still the weakest of my class... Are they going to expel me from the order because I cannot fight well? No, plenty of Jedi simply become scholars or healers or teachers or something. But we're in a war and wasting resources on someone who can't fight-
"Padawan," the wise voice of Master Yoda interrupted her anxious ramblings, "worry you should not. Clear your mind. Called you here with good news we have."
"Indeed. Your teachers praise your progress." The filtered voice that Myra recognized as Master Plo Koon added.
Master Windu's authoritative voice followed. "The Council has decided that it is high time you became an apprentice under a Jedi Master. You've already passed the age at which most students are chosen, and there is no reason to delay your assignment any longer."
Myra stood in the center, anxiety building once again. Assignment to a Jedi Master most certainly means joining the war, and given my level of lightsaber skill I must be some sort of last resort or replacement for a padawan that has died. I'm only going to get in the way... But certainly my healing abilities could be of use, hopefully I will be paired with someone who-
"Padawan," Master Windu sighed, sounding impatient, "You're doing it again."
"Oh, my apologies Master..." Myra turned her head to face in the direction of the stalwart and powerful Force presence she knew to be coming from Mace Windu. "I am honored that the Council has chosen me to become an apprentice. I just... worry that I am not yet ready."
"Humility. An admirable quality; but remember," the soft, measured voice of Ki-Adi Mundi spoke, "too much of any one quality can easily become a detrimental character flaw. Consider that your first lesson, my young Padawan. Trust in the judgement of the Council and have faith in your own abilities."
Myra nodded and her mind had already transitioned from her previous fear and worry to sheer excitement. Master Mundi! This is the best Master I could have hoped for! His Force healing class was the class I got my best scores in, and he is a patient and wise teacher.
"Yes, my Master. I look forward to learning more from you." She bowed again, this time with a happy grin. And although she couldn't see it, she sensed his aura shift as he smiled in return.
ONE MONTH LATER
Myra groaned as she waved her hand and used the Force to silence the abrasive beeping of the alarm on her chrono. "Uhg, I hate mornings…" She grumbled, swinging her legs off the bed and sitting up. "R9, what time is it?"
The gold and dark green astromech chirped in response. "Good, there's still time for morning meditation."
Myra may not have ever been a morning person, but she did cherish her morning routine. Master Mundi had told her that one of the keys to maintaining balance in the Force throughout the day was starting the day with the right frame of mind.
As she dressed, she went over the agenda for the day in her mind. A quick breakfast with tea, without which I will never survive this day. Myra chuckled tiredly. Followed by saber stances and forms practice, and then daily briefing on the bridge.
As she finished tying her dark brown obi around her waist and adjusting her wrist com, she reached over to her nightstand and picked up the last and most cherished piece of her outfit.
In her hands was a white duraplast armor piece, which she reverently fastened to her shoulder. As she fastened the shoulder piece, she kneeled on the meditation mat near the bed and spoke softly.
"Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. [I am still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.]"
Then closing her eyes, Myra let the Force begin to flow into her mind. Ambient sounds around her intensified: the low hum of the ship, the footsteps of a passing two-man patrol in the hallway, even the sound of air silently hissing through the vents became noticeable. Then, the warm, calming energy of the Force began to pulse around her and in her mind. Clearing her mind of all other thoughts or worries about the day, Myra focused solely on the familiar thrum of the Force, listening.
Several minutes later, she rose from her mat with a spring in her step and headed toward the door. As it opened with a hiss and she stepped out, she couldn't help but smile. Something important and wonderful is going to happen today! I've felt it!