Weiss

Weiss sat cross-legged on the smooth floor of the training room, her eyes closed as she focused on the strange flow of the Force. It was a curious sensation—at once familiar, like the aura she had once wielded so easily, and utterly alien in its depths and mannerisms. Her life in the Jedi Temple had become routine in its own way, even if it still left her with a lingering sense of displacement. This wasn't Beacon, this wasn't Atlas. This wasn't home.

'Home is gone.' She reminded herself, pushing away the ache that came with the memories of home. For six years, she had wrestled with this reality. Weiss Schnee, former heiress of the Schnee Dust Company and member of Team RWBY, had been swallowed by the void and deposited in a galaxy far, far away. Her family, her team, and everything she knew—gone. She had six years to get over it, six long and hard years.

But Weiss wasn't the type to wallow in despair. Not for long. As she knew from personal experience, time would heal all wounds, even if a scar would remain. And speaking of scars, it felt strange, seeing her pale and perfect face, unblemished whenever Weiss woke up. She missed it, after all, keeping the scar over her eye was one way of rebelling against Father. And she thought it was very dashing, in any event.

"If you keep frowning like that, your face will freeze." A young voice decided to interrupt Weiss' meditation.

The white haired girl opened one eye. It was Selang Heka, the Pantoran girl who just so happened to be her roommate. The blue skinned girl had a sly grin on her marked face as she stared at Weiss. Weiss gave her a blank stare, an annoyed one, perturbed at her meditation being interrupted.

"You need to learn to relax, Weissy." Selang snickered in response. "You're always so serious."

Weiss bit the inside of her cheek and took a deep breath. Selang was a child, and wasn't ready nor deserved a stern talking to. It wasn't her fault that Weiss had memories of another life flowing through her mind, another lifetime, another world. Especially given her upbringing was far more disciplined.

"Some of us take our studies seriously," Weiss replied curtly, though her voice carried no real venom. Selang had been one of the first younglings to befriend her, even if Weiss found her antics grating at times. She'd learned the value of friends, yet, she wasn't ready to open her heart to new ones. Not yet, at least.

"Studies, schmudies." Selang waved a hand dismissively. "Well, I shouldn't be surprised. All you Echani are like that." She said that confidently, despite Echani being rare amongst the Jedi.

"Half Echani." Weiss corrected. That had been quite a strange revelation, that she was only half-human. It explained her naturally pale complexion, silvery-white hair, and her sharp, precise movements—traits she had once assumed were simply a byproduct of her memories of another life and past Schnee genetics. Blake would've found this hilarious. "And being focused doesn't make me uptight. It makes me prepared."

"We have years before we need to be prepared." Selang continued speaking with a smirk on her face. They were still young, not even allowed to hold a practice lightsaber on the lowest settings. Instead, they practiced the stances of Form I, Shii-Cho, the most basic and oldest Lightsaber form.

It was boring and easy, in Weiss' opinion at least. Back on Remnant, she had trained to fight since she was of a similar age, so to her, she was repeating her old lessons. Weiss couldn't wait for a proper spar, she was sure some of her fighting style from her past life would catch more than a few younglings, and even knights, off guard. Based off of her own studies, Form II, Makashi, would be the closest to her own preferred style.

Selang stretched her arms above her head to a loud popping sound, her grin growing wider as she did so. "You know, Weiss, if you spent half as much time relaxing as you do memorizing Jedi codes, maybe you'd stop scaring off the other younglings."

Weiss raised an eyebrow at the comment, her lips twitching ever so slightly in an almost-smile. Selang had grown on her, despite appearing to be oil and water at first glance. "If they're intimidated by me, then they lack the discipline to be here in the first place."

Selang laughed, plopping down onto the cushion next to Weiss. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about! You sound like Master Vash, but without the years of wrinkles to back it up." More of their fellow younglings started to wander into the room, including Paulan and Akicas, Weiss' other friends.

Weiss shook her head, brushing off the teasing with practiced ease. Selang had nothing on Ruby and Yang's specific brand of chaos. "Discipline and preparation are what separate us from the chaos outside these walls. I'd rather be ready for anything than regret not taking my training seriously."

Selang's grin softened as she rested her chin on her hands in thought. "You know, sometimes you sound like you're as old as Master Tokare. But other times... you look as lost as the rest of us."

"The Force works in mysterious ways." Was all Weiss could say in response to that. The Jedi were staunch believers of tradition, which wasn't too bad, they weren't regressive, but at the same time, it did feel a bit stifling at times.

Selang was about to retort, likely with something sarcastic and biting, when Master Vash walked through the sliding doors. Dressed in simple robes of brown and tan, she took several disciplined and measured steps into the room. Selang scurried to her spot on the floor, taking her seat just as Master Vash started to speak to the class.

"Good." Master Vash started, her eyes scanning the room. "You're all here today. We shall begin with our morning meditation until it is time for lunch."

Weiss gave their teacher a curt nod before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

Silver eyes smiled back.

A/N

It's been a while! Time to show WOTOR some much needed love.