Jedi Order -=Year 243=-
Jedi Order Temple => Lore and Legend - Star Wars => Other Star Wars stuff => Stories => : Jedi Order Droid February 25, 2007, 08:49 AM
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This is an outline of the story of Kaeawc Farore. It not exactly what I intend to write, although much is. Its more of an RP history of what has happened to my characters. Some dates, such as births and real events are meaningful, the fictional events just have random dates. I'll update this as history progresses :)
Year 91
Kaeawc is born
Year 98
Kaeawc become's his uncle Sardit's apprentice in crafting.
Year 99
Kaeawc has gained enough knowledge to become a journeyman crafter.
However, Sardit kicks him out telling him his life is destined for something else.
Kaeawc goes soul-searching for months at a time trying to make sense of his talents and what he should do with his life.
Year 100
Master Can-Don Lyke again is the one who takes Kaeawc to the Jedi Order.
Kaeawc spends a year on the streets of Coruscant.
Jedi Order is attacked by the Galactic Empire.
Urchin life isn't easy for Kaeawc, but the Jedi are wary of him because of Kaeawc I
Before the Coruscant winter comes again, Kaeawc finds people who tell him all about Kaeawc I (Heiko, Max Lazer, Zeta)
Year 101
Kaeawc journeys into space on a freighter to find Kaeawc I. At this point no one knows if Kaeawc I died.
Kaeawc becomes marrooned in space. After a few days he finds the Dorrin, an old ship known to belong to Kaeawc I.
Kaeawc II finds the remains of Kaeawc I, and a presence floods his mind.
Kaeawc II relates the story of his life and death.
Past Life
November 16th, Year 59
Birth
August 16th, Year 64
Schooling
December 24th, Year 65
Master Armsman
December 22nd, Year 67
Mountain Trained
January 3rd, Year 72
The Deal
January 18th, Year 72
Conflagration of Kakariko
January 21st, Year 72
Footfalls
March 13rd, Year 72
Training Complete
March 26th, Year 72
Great March
April 8th, Year 72
A New Hope
April 14th, Year 72
The Hunt
April 25th, Year 72
Ambush
June 17th, Year 72
Scouting Trek
July 1th, Year 72
Run Home
July 3rd, Year 72
Close the Gates
July 4th, Year 72
Crimson Fields
January 18th, Year 76
A Jedi Master Cometh
April, Year 76
Welcome to the Halls of the Jedi Order
July, Year 80
Kaeawc's Jedi Trials
August, Year 81
The Divide
September, Year 82
Knight Trials
Begin training Padawan Khyron Lank
October, Year 83
Begin training Padawan Tsujin
November, Year 84
Galactic Tour Training
January 11th, Year 86
Zetamancer
Admittance of Faults to Council
Farewell Message
Taking the Dorrin for a self-sacrificing mission
The Death of Kaeawc I, the Dorrin drifts into space
Return to Present
Kaeawc takes the Dorrin back to Coruscant, but doesn't yet know how to fly it. Because of this it gets damaged on re-entry and requires extensive repairs before it will ever fly again.
Kaeawc II Joins the Jedi Order
September 18th, Year 105
Kaeawc's Jedi Trials
November 7th, Year 107
Kaeawc's Knight Trials
Kaeawc begins working on the Dorrin in his spare time.
January 16th, Year 109
Favian'Eia becomes Kaeawc's first Padawan.
Year 110
Favian and Kaeawc work extensively on the Jedi Order's holonet.
Year 111
The Dorrin is finally repaired.
Kaeawc becomes a Jedi Master
Year 118
Jaden Kalin becomes Kaeawc's second Padawan.
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October 5th, Year 96
I was running across an open hay field, towards my uncle’s house. Uncle Sardit lived on a knoll close to the mountains… only twenty miles separated my home from his. I dashed out of the amber fields and straight onto the base of the knoll. Today I would begin my carpenter’s apprenticeship… I would learn how to make things such as chairs, book cases, and one day possibly I could build and maintain my own house. I was so eager that day that I disregarded the caution my father prescribed to not get my hopes up. “Along with learning about creating wonderful things, you will learn to do things you hate.” That didn’t make sense. Why would I learn that… how did it relate to the varnished furniture that seemed to pour out of my uncle’s cabin all the time? I had even helped in some of the various projects, and he always made things fun.
The moment I opened the door to Uncle Sardit’s cabin, I realized my error. There were no easy projects laid out, ready for me to tackle. It was an assortment of cards laid out around my uncle, which words seemed to have been scrawled onto. I made my way over to Uncle Sardit, placing each footstep carefully around the works of wood which were at various stages of progress: some needed sanding, others needed carving. I saw only one that might be ready for varnishing soon… a cabinet of black oak.
My uncle turned to me, “Welcome Kae, I see you made it on time.” He cracked a smile, and I gave an affirmative nod.
“Yes, ser.”
“I also see that my brother has told you that this apprenticeship will not be all fun and games just because I’m your uncle… at least, that looks to be what he told you…”
“Yes, ser.”
Sardit leaned back on his hands and eased himself upward, grunting slightly, “Well then, let’s get started on your schooling.”
“Schooling?” I tried to choke back the outburst, but the alarms going off in my head were too loud and too quick for me to contain.
Sardit chuckled, “You didn’t expect to just come here and play with wood, now did you? I am being paid by your father to teach you the various woods, barks, and the methods by which you use them to make products that others will use for the rest of their lives… and hopefully, their children’s lives.” I shrugged, albeit nervous now, and Sardit chuckled once more before he turned to a serious mood. “Let’s get started on the willow… its bark, do you recall anything about it? What are its uses? Is it hard or soft? What kind of grain does it have? What weather does it grow best in? Where in Hyria are you likely to find these trees, and how often can you cut them... Kaeawc, why aren’t you writing this down? Don’t just stand there, kid. Make yourself studious and maybe you’ll earn your meal for tonight.”
October 15th, Year 96
There didn’t seem to be any end to the work that Sardit laid out for me. He would wake up earlier than I did each morning. I could not hope to wake up earlier than Sardit, since he worked me like a mule horse. Every day consisted of an endless variety of chores that followed one after another, with short breaks at midmorning, lunch, and late afternoon. They lasted perhaps 15 minutes, but seemed so much shorter to me.
By the tenth day at Sardit’s workshop, and I had yet to take a blade to wood. I grew impatient with my master, and his unwavering strictness that pressured me into nothing less than perfection. “How do you expect to be a craftsman if you cannot create sustainable products? They must last years and years, longer than you or I will be around, and to do that you must first possess the knowledge which I'm trying to impart to you.”
As the day wore on I began taking the sand paper I had made myself earlier and started to brush a piece of practice board he gave me. He gave me specific instructions to constantly pay attention to what I was doing and not allow my focus to drift. At first this was easy, I stayed vigilant for hours. At various points I could see Sardit glance at me out of the corner of my eye. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he closed down whatever thoughts he held and returned to his own work.
I looked up at him from the sanding that had worn away at my own skin, making it horribly raw. He was carving an inlay for some cabinetry. I glared at him, somewhat jealous that he would set me out to do all the menial and tedious labor. How does he ever expect me to learn what he does if he doesn’t allow me to do it? Why won’t he answer any of my questions? Why does he ask so many questions of me?
In my thoughts, I had sanded down my work unevenly. Sardit immediately noticed, and set down the piece that he was working on. He approached me, and snatched the practice board out of my hands. I didn’t even notice my error until he examined it, nor what he would do since I had not shown the damned perfection he wanted. Is he going to kick me out for this? He ran both his eyes and fingertips along the surface of the wood, parading his focus back and forth. He seemed to be holding his breath in frustration; his face was turning the same shade of red as his scarf. Sardit finished his examination of the wood, and then walked away with it.
I sat in the shop for a short part of an hour as my legs grew stiff from sitting in the position I was in. I didn’t dare move or say anything, lest I upset him even more.
Late Year 96
I wiped the sweat from my brow in a paused state, resting the axe Sardit had given me on crispy golden pine needles. The rosy sunset gleamed on the fields of hay I had rushed through on my first day at Sardit's, and I half smiled at what I had accomplished in the last year.
“Hello to the wood! Supper is ready!” I heard Sardit below from the baseline of the trees. We were camped near the mountains, actually close to Kakariko. I wondered if there would be time to visit my family, but I doubted such thoughts. Sardit wouldn’t allow it; he never has nor will reward me. The best compliment I’ve ever heard from him was “Hmmm... no flaws this time.”
Mid Year 97
Sardit noticed me day-dreaming again, and walked over behind me. He shook my shoulders, and the plane I was holding up against the wood slipped about, causing a few shavings and scratches to be gouged into the wood. “You had best keep your mind on what you’re doing... and... that’s the third time this month you’ve made scratches like that! Don’t you know by now that mistakes are easier to avoid than they are to undo? You’re going to have to plane that entire surface over again... which will leave the finished piece weaker than I wanted.”
Uncle Sardit sighed, “You were fine the first weeks, and exceptional by the end of three months. I had a mind to set you on larger projects until I noticed you were getting sloppier. Kaeawc...” he held my chin in one hand and jerked it so I would face him. “You have potential kid, but your focus is off in another world. Maybe you’re not cut out to be a wood-worker... so if you don't shape up in the next month... well...”
He walked away.
Year 98
I began wondering if Uncle Sardit was the incarnate of the legendary demon that resided in the volcano of Death Mountain. He flared up like a wrathful God, and seemed to plague my once good work by throwing it out into the scrap piles, leaving me with nothing once again.
I worked hard over the next few months, and yet my concentration always seemed to wander… the river, the mountain, my sister, and the stars all kept a tight grip on my attention. Krystal had visited a few times, and for the winter solstice she had given me a scarf she had made in her spare time
That cold night, I slept on a fur rug in the shop. It was soft; however, the blanket provided was way too thin to keep out the chilling cold. It seeped into my bones and froze me where I lay.
For hours, I lay awake watching the shop door. It was a full moon that night, and the moonlight cast a long shadow into the room. The moon filled up the entire door window. I eyed the fireplace, which was dying down. I thought I saw something move across the moon… but there were no birds this time of the year. The smart ones had gone somewhere far warmer, and those remaining were dead or dieing.
I got up, teeth chattering, and loaded more wood onto the flames. At that point, the colder new logs chilled the fire so much it completely went out. Great…I thought, and went back to the rug. I rolled it around my body, so only my feet and face were cold while the rest of me sweated. Great way to spend the holidays.
The moonlight went out. The moon had disappeared from the door window… and all the other windows.
I rolled under a work bench just as the moon returned. Again, moonlight shone onto the floor of the house, yet I was still very scared. What could possibly black out the moon... it had to be something big... something huge. I thought of the legends of demons and monsters that had supposedly reigned in a Dark Age of Hyrule approximately 1000 years ago.
My eyes searched the heavens for hours as my rush of energy faded. I once again became aware of the biting cold that started to freeze my ears, and I crept out from the work bench. I stumbled over a pair of boots that were lying on the floor, and continued to make my way to the door. Moving around warmed me slightly, and I put on a winter fur coat. My hand touched the doorknob, but it was whisked out of my hand.
A large, cloaked figure stood in the bright moonlight that swathed the nearby mountains, river, and fields in its silver glow. The figure didn’t wait for me to find out what he looked like, and just brushed past me. It moved into my uncle’s house, making muffled clunking and slight creaking sounds with hard leather boots on an old wooden floor.
I followed it, not knowing what it planned to do. If it tried to go upstairs, I would certainly yell to warn the others; however, I didn’t want to risk my life to save the very few items of worth from this apparent robber.
It tottered over to the fireplace, and looked at the cold logs. It made a sneeze, and then extricated a device from his robes that looked like a metal fruit… it was extremely strange and foreign to my eyes. It pointed the metal... thing... at the fireplace, and moved a small part on the device. It exploded onto the fireplace!
I finally found the words that I had swallowed after all the stranger had done. However, the robed figure spoke, “Here boy, please sit down. You must have been frozen stiff, sleeping in this room. I’m sorry I woke you up at such an odd hour, however I was... traveling... and I needed to find a warm place to rest.” He removed his hood, which revealed to me a pointed nose, high forehead, and long chin. He had blonde hair, cut quite short. He also wore a medallion that seemed to act as a fancy clasp for his cloak.
I sat on the other end of the bench, as far away from the strange man as possible, for I did not trust him. He seemed to be telling the truth, but not all of it. “Seeing as your house… I do presume it’s yours… is the only house for quite a distance, I decided it wouldn’t hurt to see if I could find comfort here.”
That was also true. How do I know so surely what he says is true? I questioned myself about this ability for some time.
“What is your name?”
I responded before I could catch myself, “Kaeawc Farore.” I put my hand to my mouth, however the words had already escaped. The man already knew where I currently lived and who I was… he would recognize the surname, surely. If he were a thief, he might be in charge or apart of a gang of thieves… I hoped dearly he was not. He didn’t seem like a thief, but I felt there was some sort of deception going on with the man.
“I am not here to bring you or anyone else here harm. I am merely a traveling master swordsman, finding pupils around the world and training them as I can.” The Master looked at me with one eye, “I have a feeling that years in the future, this training will be desperately needed. It is a strong feeling… and indefinite one.”
“What kind of training do you teach, Master Armsman?” I didn’t know what else to call him by, so I chose his informal title and made it a formal one.
He looked into the fire and sighed, as if he had some great burden that he was about to tell me. “I teach how to value life, and how to make those values benefit the good and kind people while giving justice to the devious and evil.” The Master turned his gaze to me. "I am a foreign teacher. I have come to this land to seek new pupils.”
I felt that the Master still hadn’t answered my question... obviously he taught fighting skills, however he did not seem to be a great warrior that could mercilessly pound an enemy into submission with great strokes, nor did he appear to be quite so dexterous to be an archer. What could he be... what was he hiding from me that he didn’t want me to know? Why would he hide it? I'm only child, not a threat.
The Master continued speaking while my thoughts wandered, “... it appears as though you each have a multitude of questions for me, but I would like to know a bit about yourselves. Kaeawc?”
I turned from facing the fire, “As I said, I am Kaeawc Farore.” I told the man about my life thus far, which didn’t amount to much. The fire crackled in the fireplace, and I finally became warm. He still hasn’t told us anything about himself. What’s so secret about him? He dresses like normal folk. I spent the rest of the night studying and wondering about the odd Master Armsman who had come into our home.
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After the snow had melted enough to let us travel, the Master and I made our way to Kakariko Village. My apprenticeship with Uncle Sardit had taught me much about materials and architecture, yet I could not hold my nose in woods all the time. I simply sneezed too often that way. My father, Dorrin, arranged to pay the secretive Master Armsman to train me to be able to defend myself, since any failed apprentice almost always ended up serving with the Royal Finest: the King of Hyrule’s army.
It was not a problem for me to learn other new things… the problem was that once I had finished learning something I hungered to learn more and more. I sought knowledge in forbidden books that were only supposed to be open to those who tread the path of a mage or noble, not a mere guard. I was reprimanded only once for those actions… I will most likely bare the lashes laid on my back until the day I die.
The Master Armsman had me out of bed far earlier than I could possibly imagine, and each day the waking hour seemed to come sooner than the day before. Krystal, as always an early riser, stood in the shadows and watched.
“Kaeawc! Pick up your blade and start using it as a weapon.” With that he made a sideswipe at my ribs, which I blocked. I staggered to my right, and quickly the Master came below my defenses and made an upward lunge that stuck the point of the wooden practice blade into my diaphragm and knocked the air out of my lungs. “Had that been a metal sword, you would lack an arm and be stuck onto my sword. Instead, you may now tend to your morning chores in the stable, and afterwards return to practice with me. I shall await your return.”
The Master turned away from me as I knelt on the cobblestone ground that had become our practice area. I leaned on my wooden sword heavily with both hands, lungs rasping from probably being bruised. It was hard to forget the pain, and push it away... so hard that I simply fell over onto a shallow layer of snow. The somewhat dirty snow got into my hair, however I didn’t care. Snow began to fall again as it had the night before, and I closed my eyes to keep the flakes out. Once I felt rested enough to continue, I sat up to see the Master sparring by himself. He seemed to be practicing various combinations of attacks and defensive moves against the air, as though he contested an invisible opponent.
I watched the Master dance back and forth through the street with his wooden practice sword, making some of the same movements he had used to take me down just a few minutes ago. I watched him before levering myself with my hands off the cold ground. My back and leggings were somewhat damp from laying on the ground, and I shivered from the cold. I turned to the stables to do my morning ‘chores’, which consisted of first cleaning the area, and then practicing something the Master called calisthenics.
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I felt something that called... and so I put on my cloak, packed some winter gear. I took only what I dared for a few days’ worth of provisions to keep me alive… if I needed it, it could be made to stretch a week. I set off into the cold, and traveled up the trail before the sun rose.
It was so cold... my breath froze and turned into crystals to add to a sheet that now coated my chest and face guard. I wrapped my cloak tightly, only to shiver as the damp ends again seeped the heat from my feet. I hadn’t been warm since I had left town before dawn, and it was quickly darkening already. I stumbled in the cold… yet I knew I must proceed or perish. As my father had always said, “Finish what you start, or it will finish you." So I slightly mumbled that phrase as I put one foot in front of the other, distancing myself further and further from the sanctity of warmth… and closing the gap to my Calling.
It was well into twilight before I found the shelter. It was not warm, yet it would prevent me from becoming an icecube in my sleep. I built a fire outside the ice cavern, stretched out in my bedroll, and let the warmth finally re-enter my aching feet.
I traveled again the next day, this time using my … senses to pick a better path, and to part the harsh winds and biting cold so I might reach my destination not half frozen this time.
Storm clouds were forming overhead. Hail was beginning to pelt the ground around me. I scaled a bluff. I looked up to the blackened sky to see the patterns, my cloak snapping and twirling with the wind around me. A lightning bolt lit up the area. Another flash, much closer, came. The clouds started burning, as if the sky was on fire. A metal box came screaming down and then landed softly on a mesa a few hundred feet away. I saw a cloaked figure exit from the steaming box... it was my old Master. I soon learned his name was Master Can-Don Lyke of the Jedi Order.
*I'm still editting this story as it doesn't quite fit with my outline. Once this piece is done I'll post others that I've completed*