The sounds of lightsabers clashing was not unusual on temple grounds, but for them to be in the Repository was. Bronze blade clashing with blue. Offshoot clashing with Bothan. Hok'ken attempts to bind Callera's blade, but she leaps to the side, negating the bind. Resetting them to neutral ground, before she turns her blade off.

"Why did you stop, Callera?"

"That was the fifth time you've gone for that blade lock." She reignites her blade and starts to show a pattern of slashes, ending in his current position, "I don't see how forcing a lock right there is the right move."

Hok'ken chuckles as his ears twitch, "You're right it's not optimal, I just wanted to see how you would handle it. You showed me five different answers to it, including that disengage." He turns off his blade and Callera follows suit. "Your style is both incredibly simple, yet refined so well that you refuse to let me set the pattern."

"Still a long way to go to be a master with my lightsaber." Callera's self-deprecating tone dies as she sees the seriousness in her sparing partner's eyes.

"If I knew a youngling that truly wanted to learn Shii-Cho beyond the basic practice form all learn, I'd want them to practice with you if I could not aid them." Hok'ken's frank assessment causes Callera's eyebrow to lift. "There are few practitioners of the form as their fighting style, you know the practice drills and are proficient in them. While others might know the deeper complexities of the form, you know the foundations to a teachable level."

She tilts her head to the black furred Jedi in acknowledgement and starts to head to the wall of blades to pick up live steel. But Hok'ken's next words bring her pause.

"How did you know that you had found your Padawan in Anakin?"

"What do you mean, Hok'ken?"

"A youngling named Skako, started spending time down here after your first show with Master Drallig. Experimenting, learning, and listening."

"And something about how she's looking at it all and the world, makes you want to help her be all that she can be?" Her words startle her fellow Jedi, his eyes unfocusing.

"That's exactly it."

"Ask yourself, do you think you can do that for her?"

"What do you mean Callera?"

"You see the potential in the young girl, do you think you can help mold that potential into a Jedi that the Order, yourself, and most importantly she can be proud of?"

"I..I..I don't know."

"That's a good place to start from." Callera takes a deep breath, "I didn't want to be Anakin's Master at first, even now I wonder if I am the best choice for him. I want him to be the best sentient and Jedi he could be, even if it means some teachings of 'do as I say, not as I did'."

"If you doubt yourself, why choose him?"

"The Force has been guiding us to this point ever since we met on Tatooine. We're both scarred in ways a temple upbringing wouldn't understand."

"You mean..."Hok'ken's words trail off.

"He was born into slavery, I was bred for it." Callera's words take a bitter tone, "My first teachers tried to use that resentment and powerlessness to twist me into a tool for shadows, till my order rescued me."

"You've lived where he could go if he had not encountered you or Master Qui-gon."

"Correct," her eyes slowly close as she takes a few calming breaths, "but I am also fresh off of four years of conflict and crisis. I was supposed to be healing when I arrived on Naboo, not in any shape to pass down any wisdom."

"I think Anakin, Korshae, and myself would all disagree with that last claim, Callera." Hok'ken's eyes shine with compassion.

"So what wisdom have you gleaned from me?" Callera's pain and humor at war in her words

"Knowing one's strengths, also means acknowledging one's weaknesses."

That brings her up short.

"You've encouraged Anakin to learn from everyone, even though Skako is not in his creche, something he said is spreading slowly amongst the younglings, 'Everyone has something to teach,' I believe it is. You acknowledge you cannot teach the boy everything so you encourage him to be an observation sponge, soaking up everything. And then when you do have moments with him, I assume you help put what he learned into practice or context."

She nods mutely.

"That is why you are the Master he needs, and with your words helped me come to a decision. I will petition to be her Master."

Callera's soft smile as she watches the Bothan affirm his choice pulls a smile to his lips as well. "You will make a great Master for her, Hok'ken."

Their smiles fall as a rush of unease approaches the Repository's door, turning to face the door a slightly disheveled Obi-wan enters.

"What's wrong Obi-wan?" Callera moves swiftly to put a hand on her fellow Jedi's shoulder.

"I have seen something."

"What did you see?

"Maul as the Mandalore."