Council Chambers -- Jedi Praxeum Coruscant
The top level of the tower, this floor is much smaller than those below it. The room the single elevator opens into has a breathtaking view of Coruscant, visible through the six massively large transparasteel glass windows, each separated only by the support beams that reach up to merge into a single six-pointed star above. Directly below this is the center of the burgundy and gold hardwood floor. Twelve chairs face the center of the room, each reserved for a specific member of the Jedi Council. No other furniture is present.
Phanton
As the devil may appear in a most beautiful form, this tall, imposing Devaronian male defines such a metaphor. His skin is smooth, his features carved by the artistic form of his maker to appear pleasing and peaceful despite the short horns which sprout forth from his smooth, hairless head. Like most males of his species, his horns are meticulously well groomed. His violet eyes are kind and portray a depth of wisdom beyond the comprehension of most sentient beings. Built by years of training by his Masters before him, his body is athletic and graceful beneath his robes.
His robes are of traditional brown over beige in multiple layers. A long sleeve tunic of beige muslin cuts a short v-neckline that continues across to where it ties with wide strips at his waist. The length skirts just below his hips. The sleeves of the tunic flow from the tucks of its shoulder to full and open cuffs, but a tighter fitting undershirt can be seen covering his arms to the wrists. Trousers of a matching fabric are comfortable, but not too loose and tuck into knee-high brown boots of unpolished nerf-leather. A belt at his waist is also of the sturdy brown leather. The belt has an intricate clasp at center and clipped onto to it are various cases and objects, including a distinctive silver and black cylinder. Over all this is a brown robe of a soft woolen weave. The floor-length robe is generous and when not rakishly draped over his shoulders, the pointed hood can be drawn up to cover features and hands can easily disappear within its bell-like sleeves.
Ashton
A powerfully built man whose eyes and smile coincide with his young and athletic-looking physique. Averaging these two factors, a guess that the human male is somewhere in his early twenties, is close to accurate. His light brown, almost sandy-brown hair is just longer than collar-length with a slight wave at the bottom as if it's starting to curl. He has light hazel eyes, more green than brown, but this changes with his mood or outlook. He is rather average in height; no more than five foot ten inches tall.
Ashton is wearing a light blue tunic over a soft white, high-collared shirt. The loose sleeve tunic is belted at the waist with a black utility belt. His black pants are tucked into a pair of knee-high boots, made of a soft black nerf leather. Clipped to his utility belt is a smooth, gun-metal blue cylinder.
Phanton sits with a few other council members debating the force and its powers.
Ashton emerges from the lift, head bowed as he enters the Council's chamber. He waits to one side to be acknowledged before moving from in front of the lift. The Knight emits many thoughts to the Masters in the room, who can easily see into the heart of one so young, especially when he knows better than to shield those thoughts. He doesn't utter a word, waiting patiently until one of the Council masters recognizes his presence.
The conversation continues another few rounds maybe to continue the point or maybe to teach the knight yet another lesson in patience. Finally Phanton looks to Ashton. "May we assist you guardian?"
Ashton lifts his head as he is recognized, nodding solemnly to the Council. Now that he's been recognized, he moves to the center of the chamber, facing those three Masters in the central chairs, but always aware of the reactions of the other Masters to either side. "Yes Master Phanton. I have news to report to the Council..." He looks to Phanton first, in the central chair, again waiting to be prompted for more information. He had learned long ago not to blurt out everything he had to say, as more often than not, the Council masters knew what he intended to report before he made it into the tower.
Phanton simply nods as he sits back creating a steeple with his hands in front of himself. "Speak guardian."
Ashton inclines his head to the Master. "Jedi Tirol'dyn and I came across a presence in the Force a few days ago. I almost overlooked it, but Jedi Tirol'dyn pointed it out to me." He moves his hands in front of his body, cupping one fist inside the other and joining his thumbs together in the standard Jedi stance. "A male Cathar was in the Praxeum that evening. He had brought a Trianni here for protection." He knew the Council was aware of the Trianni's request, but he wasn't sure they had known about the Cathar. "The Cathar, Colma I believe his name is, does not seem to know of his untapped Force potential. Neither Tirol'dyn nor I believed it to be our place to tell him either without advising the Council first..."
Phanton listens without speaking. No one else speaks aloud but there seems to be a discussion going on some level. "Did you speak to this being on any level?"
Ashton nods, "Yes Master. Since he was helping the Spectre, the Trianni, I asked if he could speak to the Council on his friend's behalf. I wanted the Council to see this one up close, so that it wouldn't be second hand information, but I believe both of them left the planet yesterday without waiting for the help of the Council." He feels the tendrils of a Force touch by one of the other Masters and leaves his defenses down. The Calamari Master was only trying to learn more without words and it wasn't a good idea to shield oneself from the Council. "We did not speak of the Force or him being any different. But Tirol'dyn did ask him why he thought to bring his friend to the Jedi. I think Tirol'dyn's questioning might've worried the Cathar a bit."
Phanton nods slightly. "As dragging him in front of the council now may do as well." He tilts his head to the side. "You have drawn a bond with Padawan Brenna have you not?" He leans forward a bit in his chair, not accusingly but curiously.
Ashton seems a bit surprised with the change in the discussion, but it isn't his outward appearance that reflects this. He nods to Phanton. "She is a good student and has come a long way. She was a bit timid with her lightsaber at first, but she is learning to focus ..." He breaks off as he realizes he's not answering the question. "Yes, Master. Padawan Brenna and I seem to connect - she learns easily from me and I find it rewarding to teach her. We seem to have similar talents within the Force too, so it makes teaching her what I've learned easier."
Phanton nods again. "Then it is the councils decision that you shall take her as your first padawan." The other masters nod in agreement as Phanton speaks. "And together you two will speak to this Cathar and learn his heart." He sits back in his chair once more. "Then, if he proves himself true the council will make a decision about speaking to him but his age concerns us."
Ashton nods, having his own opinion about the Cathar's ability, but knowing that his own reservations are personal and not derived of knowledge. Therefore, they are inconsequential. He does brighten as the Council assigns Moira to him as a padawan learner. He nods his head with respect to the Council. "I am honored that the Council believes me ready for this task. She has not completed her lightsaber, though Master. She wishes to obtain an Ojilist gem for her weapon..." He trails off, knowing obtain that gem would be harder than most, simply due to its location.
Phanton nods softly as he listens. "A padawan's path is fraught with challenges this neither being the greatest nor the least." He raises his hands back to the steeple position before him again. "You will offer the guidance needed but will not intercede on her behalf." This is the Battlemaster in him talking as he knows too well how important ones saber is to them and how it must be one with them. "Do you understand guardian?"
Ashton nods his compliance, bowing his head to the Masters as they dismiss him. He makes barely a sound as he crosses the hardwood floor and enters the lift.
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