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The Musical Jedi Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 1/21/08 10:15am Subject: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program - Once Again Up and Running! - Date Edited: 12/2/08 4:01pm (3 edits total) Edited By: The Musical Jedi
	Welcome to the USJS round-robin! If you'd like to join in, please post character dossiers in the Resource thread: USJS Revival. Anyone who would like to contribute is more than welcome! This thread is for posting additions to the story and readers comments. The Resource thread is for character dossiers and planning/plotting with other authors, if the mood so strikes you. Let's make this series another four threads and thousands of posts long! ----- The room was dark when Tobias entered, the slits from the blinds leaving horizontal bands of light and shadow across the floor and stools. The Grand Master of the Jedi Order sat on one of the cushioned stools, the tips of his ears caught in the light as they moved up and down. For reasons he couldn’t explain, Master McCal had a bad feeling about this. He settled himself onto the larger stool, patiently waiting for Yoda to finish his thoughts and address him. The older Jedi had sent one of the initiates to find him. The initiate, of course, had no information as to why the Jedi Master wanted to see him. Tobias assumed it was some form of Council business; even after two years on the Council, he still wasn’t quite used to how it functioned and seemed to pervade every aspect of his life. And I thought working at the Senate was all-consuming, he thought wryly. Yoda’s eyes opened, and the sharp contrasts from the windows made the normally mossy green eyes very dark. “Remember, do you, the exchange program? Hosted by this temple, it was, about fifteen years ago.” Tobias opened his mouth only to abruptly shut it again. Whatever he has expected, this certainly was not it. A flash of memories came to mind: the spiked punch at the dance, exchange students scrubbing the gym floor, snow falling in one of the gardens for the Winter Solstice. “Of course I remember, Master Yoda. Such an experience would be difficult to forget.” Yoda made a derisive guttural noise in the back of his throat. “Found the records, one of the Senators did. Reinstate the program, the Senate wants. Clean up our imagine, they say it will. Make us more approachable.” Tobias frowned. “The Senate thinks we need to clean up our image? We’re the defenders of peace and justice in the galaxy! How much cleaner can we get?” “Say we are unapproachable, they do,” Yoda replied with a shrug. “Important, that is not, because refuse, we cannot.” The small Master half-closed his eyes and folded his hands, regarding Tobias sleepily. “Up for review, our budget is.” When Tobias shook his head, Yoda narrowed his eyes, the sleepy appearance gone. “Surprised, you seem, for having worked in the Senate for so long.” “Even after forty years, the depths some Senators will sink to never cease to amaze me.” Tobias paused for a moment, considering. “Are you sure this is a wise decision, Master Yoda? We had a number of problems with the last program, if you recall.” “Remember well, I do.” For a moment, Tobias thought he saw a flicker of a smile cross the older Jedi’s face. “But a choice we have not. In charge, you will be. Report to the Council, you will, on the students.” Yoda tossed him a data chip, which Tobias caught, in shock at his sudden responsibility. “Names of incoming students are there. Masters, they will need. Called back some of the veterans of the program, we have, so involved they can be.” Tobias looked at the chip, feeling very old indeed. “Yes, Master Yoda.” He stood slowly and made his way to the door. He turned around, with his hand on the sensor to open it, and asked “Are you sure this is wise?” Yoda regarded the other Jedi Master narrowly. “Little to do with it, wise does. A choice, we had not.” Yoda stood on the stool and looked up at his old friend. “Begun, the exchange program has.” ------ And the thread is open! -----signature----- Hold your own Know your name Go your own way Mortality: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30379374
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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 1/21/08 11:26am Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	Gee, it seems they view this as grave as the start of the Clone Wars. ~~~~~~~~~~ Stave packed his bag sullenly. His father was sending him away in an exchange program. "It will be good for you," he had said, but Stave knew it was because his father was disappointed in his poor athletic efforts. He had failed to get on any team at school... except as the towel boy for the swiftball team. The humiliation of it was enough to hide his son in an obscure exchange program. "Yeah, I'm sure to fit in with the jedi," Stave muttered as he closed his suitcase. "After all, they aren't athletic... sit around meditating all day. Never mind they have to be fit to fight with those lightswords or whatever they call it." He grunted as he lifted the suitcase and carried it out of his room. He paused to look at the holo-pic of him and his parents on his dresser. He put down the suitcase to grab the holo-pic, shoved it in the outside pouch, and left his room without looking back. "Hurry up, Stave, the transport is..." His father started to call, then paused, "... here." He smiled a bit nervously. "Well, son, if you need anything, just comm, and I can bring it to you. We'll only be halfway around the planet from each other." Stave only nodded before saying, "Bye dad." His father grabbed him in a hug. "I love you, son." "I love you too, dad." Stave gulped, determined not to cry. Love had never been the problem. Making his father proud was. Then he went out the door and entered the taxi his father had called to take him to the Jedi Temple. -----signature----- 3rd time NaNoWriMo Participant 3rd time's the charm, right? RIGHT?
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Lilith Demodae Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 1/21/08 11:57am Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	Knight Kaelson dropped his carrisak on the floor, just inside the door of his apartment. He draped his robes over the back of the couch on the way past, headed toward his bedroom. The urgent recall to the temple had caught him by surprise. Right in the middle of his fourth tour with the Fleet. A replacement was already on the way, someone who needed the experience, he'd been told. Not that the Fleet really needed him. He'd just been there in an advisory capacity, but it had been rewarding work. One large hand reached up and scrubbed tiredly at his short red-brown hair. He'd checked in at the front desk when he arrived, alerting whoever had recalled him that he was officially back. Until someone got around to telling him why it was so urgent that he return 'with all haste' he was going to catch up on his sleep. He was too tired to even see Jane on his way to his rooms, but her warm presence at the back of his mind told him there was nothing at all amiss. He fell across his bed, still-booted feet hanging off the edge, pulled a pillow under his head, and was instantly asleep. -----signature----- This post is brought to you by: This space for rent
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 1/21/08 12:42pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	Aaqu Maerhin was readying his gear. He had read the note from the council that a lot of Jedi would be coming to the temple in the next days. Needing shots no doubt and thinking about that he walked towards another office in the healer’s ward. Kaagi Adin was smiling when he saw his friend enter. He said “I have heard about that exchange programm and those new kids coming to the temple. Aaqu remembered the programm from 15 years ago and grumbled “trouble, nothing but trouble, treating small injuries and such.” Kaagi said “and fun. I remember those kids making fun. I had to treat them too. These are new kids and maybe they are not so bad.” Aaqu said “we will see and if they are bad I will ask master Enga Mariss to treat them.” Kaagi said “and it will be fun to see what nicknames she will get. Our friend master Kenobi has given her lots of them.” Aaqu said “yes Obi-Wan. I hope he or his padawan will stay out of the healer’s ward this time.” -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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Kit' Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 1/21/08 1:34pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program - Date Edited: 1/21/08 4:57pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Kit'
	YAY! Congratulations everyone Mine's a bit long, so bear with me. *** "Just set it down about here,” Kithera said softly to her apprentice as the small craft settled down in the hanger bay of the Jedi temple. Quijia gave her master a small smile and then frowned as she saw the tired lines that graced the older woman’s mouth and eyes. Her blonde hair was fastened up on her head in a tight bun and there wasn’t a wisp of hair out of place. Quijia had once seen a photo of her master when she had been young and her hair had been short and there had been an actual smile on her face. Now her master looked both tired and sad, something that was happening more and more frequently as she got older, something that had happened more frequently in the six years since ‘he’ had died. Kithera threw open the small door and climbed down stretching her legs and twisting her body until even Quijia could hear the click of the bones popping back into the right place. She smiled up at her apprentice, but the warmth didn’t quite reach her eyes. Quijia dropped her own pack onto the concrete and then climbed down to stand next to her master. “I wonder what was so important that the council needed to see us right way?” Kithera mused aloud. Quijia shrugged and shouldered her pack. “I’m only glad it was more important then entertaining the warring factions of Bu and Tu,” Quijia said as they made their way across the hanger door, “I was getting quite sick of listening to Prince Viliant trying to explain to me what the different economic policies were. I don’t think I’ve ever been so close to true boredom.” “And here I was thinking that you’d developed a crush on him, Qu” Kithera smiled with true warmth this time, “It was the only reason I could think of as to why you’d sit through his dribble.” She reached out to tug on her padawan’s braid but Quijia was too quick for her and dodged out of the way and fled towards the door. Just as she got there it flew open with a bang and she collided with the young man coming out the other way. There was a brief moment when it seemed that all there was in the world was flying limbs, pain and the feeling that she was suddenly falling and then whatever had hit her caught her in giant hands and lowered her gently onto the ground. Quijia looked up, which was a considerable way, into the dark liquid eyes of her best friend, Heilan. “I’m so sorry,” he said breathlessly, his eyes filled with remorse, “I just wanted to get here before you did.” “It’s okay,” Quijia said untangling herself from her bag, “we only just got here.” “I’m sorry,” Heilan repeated, “it’s just that I haven’t seen you for ages, and I was told get you by Master Yoda and I tried to get here as fast as I could…and I’m sorry…” he trailed off. He stood back and Quijia got the first proper look at her best friend whom she hadn’t seen in at least six months. Heilan stood only a couple of inches taller then her but it seemed, as it always did, that he took up more than his fair share of space. He had short red-brown hair that stood up in matted curls from his head and curled away from the tiny horns just above his forehead. His face wasn’t remarkable except for his eyes and the rest of his body was long and rangy. Kithera had once said that he had all the grace of a new born nerf calf and this was still true. He had the biggest hands and feet that Quijia had ever seen and he didn’t help to dispel the idea of the nerf calf by wearing enormous black boots and fingerless gloves that made his hands look like tiny hooves every time he clenched his fists. He offered one massive plate like hand to take Quijia’s small one and helped her to her feet. Quijia smiled at him and for a few seconds she was sure that Heilan’s face turned as red as his hair. From behind her came the derisive snort of her master and then the moment was over. “Knight Rinani,” Heilan said bowing, “I’m glad to see that you are well.” “I’m glad to see you too Heilan,” Kithera replied and Quijia would have sworn there was definite amusement in her voice, “Now if you are finished trying to destroy my padawan, could you please take us to the short one.” “The short one?” Heilan turned a quizzical face towards Quijia as they went inside. “She means Master Yoda,” Quijia explained. “Why didn’t she just say? Isn’t that being a bit disrespectful?” Quijia smiled and patted her friends arm as they made their way down the plush, silent halls of the temple. Heilan had ended up carrying both their bags over his broad shoulders and Quijia could only just hear her master’s footfalls over the thud of her best friend’s feet as Kithera trailed a respectable distance behind so that the two padawans could talk without being heard. She thought about all the nasty things that she'd heard her master say about the council and particularly about Master Yoda over the last ten years, mostly when she thought her padawan couldn't hear. “Trust me Heilan,” she said softly, “When it comes to Master Yoda, she was being respectful.” * “As you can see, this situation, although better, will probably continue for sometime.” Kithera stopped and looked around the room. //It doesn’t matter// she mused //how many times I come in here. How old I get and how much responsibility I take on. I still feel like a padawan who is getting in trouble for sliding down banisters// There was a long silence in which Quijia shuffled her feet on the carpet and several council members gave her long stares for daring to show her own nervousness. //The thing is, I think that half of them still think I am a stupid padawan// She made certain not to show how much the silence was weighing on her. She had a sudden impulse to sneak in during the night and sprinkle their chairs with itching powder but she repressed it. That wasn’t her now, that wasn’t something that she would do anymore. //But sith that would be funny// Master Yoda cleared his throat and regarded her with sleepy interest. //Why do I feel like I’m in trouble…again? // “Remember do you, the exchange we had once?” he asked. The question took her completely by surprise. Of course she remembered it! How could she have ever forgotten? A rush of memories flooded her vision – Cali, Sari, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, Rani and T’lor and that stupid party. It took a physical force of effort to push the memories aside and concentrate on the moment. “Of course Masters,” she answered dutifully, “I remember it.” “We’ve been asked to host another such event,” Mace cut in his voice as cold as ever, “and as you had so much intimate knowledge of the first one we’ve decided that it would be a good idea for you to be involved in this one.” There was another long pause. Kithera really didn’t know how to react. Was she being given a student to look after? Was she being warned off? Given the events of the last such exchange it was a small wonder they hadn’t tried to bundle her off to a distant world for the next two years to study the mating habits of some small native dove. The silence went on for so long that Master Yoda made a grumbling noise and whacked his cane against the plush chair in which he sat. “For your answer we are waiting.” Briefly she wondered why no-one had ever taught him to speak proper basic. “I am just rather surprised,” she finally answered, “I just figured that because of the last time you would be been more like to warn me away or to assign me to the furthest temple in the galaxy.” “Don’t think we didn’t consider it,” Mace growled. “Does this mean that we’ll have our own exchange student?” Quijia asked obviously trying to contain her excitement. Kithera wondered briefly about how much her padawan remembered. She’d been so small at the time that it’d happened. “Possibly,” Mace replied, “it really depends on how many students we get.” He made a small gesture to let them know that they were dismissed. They both bowed and made their way out of the room. As Kithera got to the door Mace cleared his throat and said softly so that only she could hear. “Don’t think we aren’t watching you on this Knight Rinani. You are expected to behave in a much more decorous fashion than you did last time.” “Oh, and here I was about to stock up on Corrielian Vodka.” She said turning back for a second a broad smile on her face. Ignoring the scowls most of the gathered council members shot her way, she bowed and turned around to let herself out of the room. -----signature----- Some people are like slinkies; Not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile as you push them down the stairs * Writers wanted.... http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27996678
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1Yodimus_Prime Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 1/21/08 2:14pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program - Date Edited: 1/21/08 2:18pm (1 edits total) Edited By: 1Yodimus_Prime
	Yoda stood on the stool and looked up at his old friend. “Begun, the exchange program has.” Hahaha! Brilliant opener! The room was cramped and poorly lit, the walls painted with mold and scorch marks. Weapons of various kind found themselves leaning against window sills or piled into dusty corners. The bathroom had stale blood in the sink, and a long-dried film of Bacta coating the tub. Deathsticks and other illicit drugs hid themselves snuggly inside every single wall. The light over the kitchen was the only one not flickering. Level and his one good eye sat hunched over the rotting table in the corner, brushing up on his sabacc, his tongue sticking out in deep concentration. A burned up blaster and a smoldering cigara lay on the table next to the cards. The decal on the back of his coat denoted him as the leader of the Kryats – one of the most vicious swoop gangs under Coruscant. A little girl skipped cheerfully into the hideout, "Hi Level!" "Mouse!" his head darted up, "Where've you been?! I got half the guys sweeping the streets for you, looking for you body! Are you even aware how dangerous the outer perimeter is these days?" cards went flying with his surprised and angry guestures, "Do you have a kriffing deathwish?" The beaming smile on Mouse's face didn't falter. "...what?" "I got in!" "What? HOW?!" "Weeeell, I snuck into one of the super-nice schools doing the program, an' I broke into the files – um...I borrowed your lock picking stuff by the way, here – an' I found someone who looked like me, an' I went an' scared her into thinking the Jedi are an evil cult 'n stuff, which freaked her out 'n so I got her to let me take her place," Mouse's smile grew even bigger, "Told you I could do it without hurting anyone! Nyah!" "Good gods...ha ha! Look at you! By hell, I think we've created a monster! Ha! I'll let the guys know, and we'll get you some top-o-the-line transportation." he glanced back at her from the comm and his voice darkened a bit, "Understand, kiddo, the Jedi aren't like normal people, okay? They're not gonna be fooled by mind tricks or be impressed just because you can make stuff float above the ground. It'll take more than that to get them to make you an apprentice or whatever the kriff they call 'em." "...I know." "Just, I mean...remember to have fun, too. Okay? Life's not all about struggling to prove yourself, y'know? Try to, you know, enjoy it. You know...in case it doesn't work out." Tentatively, Mouse nodded her head. "I worry about you sometimes, Mouse." "It's Aeona Macla...Maclamahonie while I'm there. Call me that from now on." Level cast one more worried look her way, and then sent out word to the rest of the gang. -----signature----- Rule 12: A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head. --- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26481069 - The Wise http://boards.theforce.net/B/b1/21283317 - Planet Hopping
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Trika_Kenobi Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 1/21/08 3:45pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	Oldbie revival! Power up! Great job by all so far! Keep it up! I'm looking forward to seeing what sort of mischievious mess you guys can get yourselves into this time around. -----signature----- My Uncle Sam sends me places... the "going OCONUS lol" is here! Current Location: Iraq Don't bother running. You won't get far enough. http://www.TalonIntelligenceSquadron.com
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LilyHobbitJedi Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 1/21/08 3:48pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program - Date Edited: 1/21/08 3:49pm (1 edits total) Edited By: LilyHobbitJedi
	“Padawan, I need to talk to you.” Jorya Lank looked up to see her Master, Ellia Taske walking towards her. Jorya stood, perhaps this meant they would soon be sent off on a mission. “Yes, Master?” “Pack your things, you are going away.” Master Ellia replied. “Away? A mission?” Jorya asked interested. “Not quite,” her Master replied. “You were chosen to be one of the Padawans to take part of the exchange program. You will be attending a normal school for awhile, and a non Jedi student will take your place here.” “Wow,” Jorya said in surprise and confusion. “But how could a normal person live at the Temple?” “It seems,” Master Ellia replied. “They’ve done this before. Now hurry Jorya, you will be leaving soon.” After her Master left, Jorya was left with a million questions. What would a normal school be like and would she end up loving or hating it? Jorya knew just one thing, she had a bad feeling about this. ~~~~~ Sela Lank looked at her reflection in her mirror and smiled. She’d had an absolutely wonderful day. First she’d gone to have her hair done, and then went to lunch with several of her friends. And after that she came home and finished one of the art projects she’d been working on for months. “Sela,” came the sound of her father’s voice. “I need to speak with you.” Smiling, Sela rushed down to meet her father. In her opinion there was not a nicer or more generous father in the galaxy and she loved him dearly. When she saw the look on his face, however, she stopped in her tracks. “What is it, Daddy?” she asked, concerned. Brev Lank sighed, and smiled at his daughter. “You are going to the Jedi Temple.” “WHAT!?!?” Sela exclaimed. “Why?” “Calm down,” Brev replied. “You have been chosen to be part of the exchange program. A Jedi student will attend your school and you will go to the Jedi Temple.” “I’m not going to do it.” Sela replied angrily. “You will,” Brev answered. “And it won’t be so bad, remember your sister has been there all this time.” Oh yes, Jorya. Sela thought. When she and her twin were infants the Jedi came and took Jorya away. Her sister never returned and so much like being a Jedi. “I’m going to see, Jorya?” Sela asked. “No,” Brev answered. “She’s part of the exchange program too. Though Sela didn’t want to do this in the least she knew she didn’t have a choice in the matter. Plus it would be interesting to see how Jedi lived. “Fine, I’ll do it.” She said. “Good,” Brev said kissing Sela’s forehead. “You leave in an hour.” -----signature----- Proud Master to eboneya & Alassë Eärfalas! Everybody Lies- House/SW Crossover! http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28032689/r28039379/ A Light In The Darkness http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b1047
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1Yodimus_Prime Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 1/21/08 4:08pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	So we've got at least two students involved in the program who hate the idea of it, one with ulterior motives, a Jedi mentor who doesn't want to be a mentor, poorly informed Knights, Jedi Masters on edge, two troubled council members and a partridge in a pear tree. Chances of insanity = HIGH -----signature----- Rule 12: A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head. --- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26481069 - The Wise http://boards.theforce.net/B/b1/21283317 - Planet Hopping
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leiamoody Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 1/21/08 4:44pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program - Date Edited: 1/21/08 5:05pm (1 edits total) Edited By: leiamoody
	Chanala sighed as she read the intertemple memo. "They cannot be serious." She looked at the words of doom which stood out from the rest of the text: "Exchange program". "Force preserve me, they are serious." Two years ago, she thought the worst part of her career as a Jedi was over. After her last padawan ascended to Knighthood, she decided it was time to step out of the womprat race that encompassed the daily rotation of training the youngsters for the life of a warrior. Combat violated everything she held sacred, and ever since Palpatine became Chancellor, it seemed like the galaxy was given over to nothing but violence. Rumblings of dissent in the Senate were the first symptom of a wider malaise that spread throughout the systems. A group called the Seperatists were gaining momentum and support. The overall climate among her fellow Masters had recently begun to take a turn towards the negative. It was all too distressing for a woman who had vowed in her own initiation ceremony to preserve peace and justice for the rest of her life. So it seemed like the most logical, practical, and meaningful course of action was to resign her position as a trainer. From that moment when she placed her carefully crafted letter onto Master Windu's desk, Chanala felt the path she had chosen was now the one most likely to serve the Force. She could impart knowledge in a lecture hall just as well as she could in a saber practice room. Through history, the padawans could learn about the origins of the Jedi. Where one is going in life cannot properly be determined until they know where they have come from first, she thought with a rueful smile. History made sense, unlike so much of the present. The past had already occurred, it couldn't be altered by the hand of the living or any deities. It was a fixed mark, immutable. So it could be presented in a logical way, a progression from one point to another that always made sense when it was carefully examined. There was no room for error or grief or disagreement when the facts of an event were presented to a being. Debates on motivation were inevitable, but such arguments couldn't change the veracity of days long gone. The past was the past, and the ultimate truth of what, when, who, why, and how remained the same. But the present was not so predictable, or stable. This exchange program was a prime example of that obvious truth. It did not help there were going to be non-Jedi running around the Temple. Some of them would no doubt wind up in her class, sooner or later. Could she interest a regular student in Pre-Republic History? It was often a challenge to keep her Force sensitive pupils engaged in the curriculum, and they were more inclined to be patient and attentive due to their training. What could she do to gain the interest of a student not gifted with such early influences? "Maybe it's time to brush up on my knowledge of Xim The Despot," she murmured. Dictators were always fascinating, especially if they were ruthless and bloodthirsty. That might be the necessary angle to gain the trust of all her new students. Such a terrible contradiction...using violence for education. What is the universe coming to these days? -----signature----- "Pabst Blue Ribbon!"
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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 1/21/08 4:48pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	1Yodimus_Prime posted: So we've got at least two students involved in the program who hate the idea of it, one with ulterior motives, a Jedi mentor who doesn't want to be a mentor, poorly informed Knights, Jedi Masters on edge, two troubled council members and a partridge in a pear tree. Chances of insanity = HIGH Actually, it's not the idea of being in the program itself Stave hates, but the fact that he feels his father is trying to get rid of him. -----signature----- 3rd time NaNoWriMo Participant 3rd time's the charm, right? RIGHT?
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The Musical Jedi Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 1/21/08 5:15pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	We'll add in one reluctant potential exchange student Master. I also have the feeling that the hot-headed saber-teaching Knight and the pacificist history-teaching Master have the potential to butt heads. --- Ieron was cleaning up the main gymnasium after one of the initiates’ saber classes when she glanced up to notice her former Master watching her. With his arms crossed and his brow furrowed, the older man looked very deep in thought. Sending some of the kata balls rolling away with a wave of her hand, she walked over to the door to greet him. “Another rough day at the office?” she smiled. “Do you remember the exchange program the Temple hosted while you were still a Padawan?” That gave Ieron pause. It had been a long time since she’d thought of that particular adventure. “It would be hard to forget, Master,” she replied quietly, a touch of her usual gregarious nature gone. “Why do you bring it up?” Tobias moved into the gym, settling about putting away the balls Ieron had left behind. “The Council is hosting another, and they’ve put me in charge.” “Did you do something to make Yoda angry, Master?” With a shake of his head, the older man shot Ieron a knowing look. “Don’t think I didn’t ask myself that when I left his chambers. I have to find Masters for the students, as well as be present when the Council informs some of the other Knights they would like involved, like Knights Kaelson and Rinani.” Ieron flinched, fighting back a laugh. “I can’t imagine Kit was too happy.” “She stood her ground in her usual way,” Tobias replied enigmatically. “I came down to ask if you would host one of the students.” Ieron stopped mid-roll, the ball forgotten in her hands. “Now, Master, I’m not sure if I’m exactly ready for…” “It wouldn’t be like training a Padawan,” Tobias cut her off. “You have a very personable nature and would be perfect for the position. Besides, not being Force-sensitive, how much trouble could an exchange student be?” “Jane was Force-sensitive, and she came to the Temple as an exchange student,” Ieron shot back. “Besides, don’t you remember the kind of trouble the students and Padawans made once they got to know each other?” Tobais gave her a lop-sided grin and, with upraised palms, called the ball in her hands to him. “You were in the thick of quite a bit of it. I would think your particular experience would help you.” Ieron’s face darkened as she remembered some of the more dangerous stunts she’d been involved with. “Look, all I’m asking is that you consider it. For all I know, we won’t even get enough exchange students to cover the Masters the Council has already summoned.” “Famous last words, Master.” He shrugged, giving her a smile. “Either way you’ll be seeing them in your classes, so you can’t avoid the program altogether.” “Having them in classes and being responsible for one full time is hardly the same thing.” Tobias gave her a wounded look, and Ieron threw up her hands in frustration. “Fine! I’ll think about it! You should have stayed in politics, Master.” As they left the gym together, Tobias gave a small laugh. “I have the feeling that’s what got me into this mess in the first place.” -----signature----- Hold your own Know your name Go your own way Mortality: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30379374
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Alexis_Wingstar Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 1/21/08 6:22pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program - Date Edited: 8/24/08 4:26pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Alexis_Wingstar
	Koria could not contain her excitement, so instead of walking with her parents as they entered the spaceport, she danced circles around them as they walked. "I'm actually going to live among the JE-E-E-EDI!" She sang the last word. "You shouldn't be so disappointed," her father's eyes gleamed laugingly. The enthusiastic teenager laughed and hugged her father. "I'm going to miss your sense of humor, daddy." Kissing his daughter, Kal Rimstar replied, "Behave yourself. Don't seduce every knight you see." Koria pouted. "Awe, you take all the fun out of life!" Then she started giggling again as she resumed dancing. "Do you think they'll let me have a lightsaber?" Shoyma chuckled. "I think they would be wise not to." "Aw, mom," the exhuberant teen rolled her eyes, "you're even less fun than father." She forced herself to calm down and walk beside her parents. "Do you think they'll allow me to dance there?" "We really don't know much about the jedi." Her father said truthfully. "You'll get to teach us when you come back." Koria smiled at the idea of teaching her parents. "That'll be fun." Soon it was time for her to board the ship that would take her to Coruscant. She hugged both her parents. "Don't worry, I will learn alot, and I'll make sure not to have too much fun." She laughed as she disappeared into the hatchway. "Good Lord, what have we unleashed upon the galaxy, Rialla." The Twi'lek hugged her husband as her musical laughter filled the air. -----signature----- 3rd time NaNoWriMo Participant 3rd time's the charm, right? RIGHT?
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Amidolee Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 1/21/08 6:52pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	Good to see some old faces and some interesting new ones. My, there's quite a few first-day posts! -----signature----- Mar. 1 - One Prick to Bleed: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/20423905/p1 "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness." Dean to Sam in Roadkill.
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ardavenport Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 1/21/08 7:21pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program - Date Edited: 1/22/08 2:59pm (2 edits total) Edited By: ardavenport
	Master Zamtoe watched the first loader glide out of the landing bay. They were arriving. The exchange students. At least their luggage was. Master McCal had asked him to handle the accommodations for the exchange students. And possibly conduct special orientation classes for the new students about Temple procedures and etiquette. If there were any problems. Zamtoe had not been involved in the last exchange program, but he certainly heard about it. Nothing else could compare with the gossip it had generated, even long after it had concluded. The late night antics, the disruption, the parties.... There would be problems. But Zamtoe did not think that they would be the kind of things that a seminar could help with. Another laden loader floated by, followed by a lifter droid. And he already had another problem to deal with. The expert that had been called to repair the crack in the Ossus floor had announced that the cause had been structural. And that all the other floors in the Temple needed to be checked for damage. Especially the oldest ones. The Jedi Temple had a lot of floors. Well, Zamtoe thought, following the last loader, he supposed he could manage the exchange students. And the floors. There were Masters assigned to all the exchange students. And they knew what to expect this time. Zamtoe unconsciously glanced down at the pattered floor, looking for cracks. -----signature----- Links to all fics -- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25405090&brd=10304&start=26223917 The Heart of the Jedi -- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26013327 ---- Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, JA and everything you wanted to know about lightsabers
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The Musical Jedi Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 1/21/08 7:53pm Subject: RE: The Ultra Stressed Jedi Students: Return of the Exchange Program
	I have the feeling Zamtoe's going to have his hands full with the exchange students. I'm very excited about all the fantastic responses! -----signature----- Hold your own Know your name Go your own way Mortality: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30379374
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