Life is a journey, a path on itself...

I wielded my lightsaber against the shooting assassin droids in classic fighting stance. My footwork was precise, my moves swift, my mind focused only on survival. The Force were only now at the moment. Its energy flowed through my whole being and took all exhausting with it. The bolds kept coming, but I sent them back to the course. Two droids were taken out, the other two fell out on a certain moment, and soon they ran out of ammunition. They retreated and I held my lightsaber ready in front of me, most of the time my end stance before shutting it down. I turned it off. The practice kept me sharp, the physical strength of my body good. It was necessary to have a good condition. Not always could I rely on the Force. When I turned around I saw that Macey had come to me, she had opened the door I had locked behind me. I said nothing and waited what she wanted. Another training followed on low powered lightsabers. Just like all sabers mine had that function too. And it was welcome. Macey had done the same with hers. We fought against each other, experiencing little troubles to defect the strike of another. Macey had had real lightsaber training and switched continue between different fighting styles. I had never that sort of training, so I fell back completely to what the Force told me and then moved my saber for interception. Macy appeared also to know how each strike was named and how to perform. I defended myself mostly now, tried sometimes an attack. But so were my practical sessions with assassin droids. They shot bolts at me, who I intercepted and deflected. Remaining in defense kept me in the centre of my concentration, so no opening was there that my opponent could make use off. Neither did I feel anger or some other raw emotion, so it remained defensive on my side. Macey stopped eventually, and gave me a traditional salute of respect with her lightsaber. I didn’t answer it.

After the session we shared a light meal in the Officers mess and Macey talked a long time about all the existing fighting styles among the Jedi. It was interesting, because my own father had told me nothing about it. I had my own attuning to the Force, what appeared to her very uncommon. When she asked about my lessons I shook my head, not wanting to tell about it. Neither did I want to think about it, because it brought so many memories back to where I didn’t want to think about it now. I didn’t want the sphere being spoiled. Macey didn’t inquire more about it. I thanked her for it. My past was my alone. We took a lot of cups of tea and due to that we had to visit the refresher a couple of times. Fluid was good for the body and cleaned the blood considerably from all toxic inside. I enjoyed the hours together very. Macey was a Jedi like all others, but interesting to study because I knew a little of that order. I learned something also about a Sith order, but she mentioned a little about it. I found orders not very healthy, because it pinpointed life into a forced course, what felt to me wrong.
After the meal we visited the Persuitor another time. I let all education about fighting styles go and moved my thoughts to more important matters. I briefed a couple of my officers onboard and heard how well they were getting along with finding the appropriated personnel. I received the news that High Command had been visiting too, but that visit had been secret and nothing was on record. It was my XO (Executive Officer) who told me finally, when I asked if he had more news. Macey pointed later out that were on a level afraid of me, and that it was related to my past and my powers. I knew that, it was a matter that couldn’t be helped. A little fear was useful to my opinion and I left it with that.

I introduced Macey to my classes and the reactions she got back, varied between amusing to amazement. They were thrilled and appeared to be eager listeners to hear from a real Jedi. Macey held rhetoric about the meaning of life, some points referred to her. What she hadn’t shared with me, she did with my classes. I sat in the window and watched her. Although grown men and women students held an innocence that was a lovely thing to witness. From it grew a seasoned warrior in time. There were more questions than when I taught. But when time was up, the lesson was put to an end. In the hallway I met a colleague next doors and was alerted he had some trouble makers in his lesson. And his class was now off to me. I nodded and went back to my own class room. I sensed something was indeed amiss among them, Macey felt it too and secretive she shared her concern with me. So I stepped in front of the class, instead of her. I knew them well. Presents and absents went normally as I called up all names from my memory, I needed no status to know who was there and who not. One student was missing and I wanted to know what the matter with him was. I wasn’t answered, so I raised my eyebrows and let the Force wander over all my students to see if one knew. The spectrum of emotions was wide and were feared appeared I knew there was a course of information. With a threat I got precisely what I needed to know. Then I grounded the group and stationed a couple of stormtroopers inside, and set out to find the lost student. And for that I had to go into the wilds of Raxior.

It cost me the rest of the day and half the night to find a weakening life spot in the Force. Not equipped with Force potential the boy was locked up into old prison and beaten. Also his clothes were taken and wounds were all over his body. I had to cut myself through the duracrete wall, but with a lightsaber it was easy. I ripped my cloak from around me, wrapped the injured boy fully in it and carried him back to the academy. There I delivered him to the medical center and instructed the physicians to make a full health report on the boy. I wanted to know everything. When I came back two hours later I got the report and visited their patient, but he slept under influence of medicines. I studied the report and was at the end really angry and shocked. The damage brought on the young man was severe, a part of future dreams destroyed.
So in the early morning hours I came back to a weary and scared grounded class and the moment I came in they all knew I was aware what had happened. I called up six names that were being arrested and taken to detention. It was a real shock to the first years, but I had no mercy with those who disobeyed the rules and that pained someone for fun. The academy was the military already and the arrested students would be convicted by Imperial military law. Afterwards I had a long conversation about the incident with the admiral, head of the academy. A board meeting would be organized so a new incident could be prevented. A beating was not wished on the academy and forbidden. The group was placed under quarantined restrictions. The idea had not been developed by the six arrested students alone, there had been more involved who had wanted to punish the weakling in their midst.
Macey took care and watched over the injured boy in the medical center. She had experience with young children and she used that experience to win the trust of the boy. She learned a great deal from him. What was exchanged between her and him was remained in confidence and not shared with others. But yet it was still monitored by a surveillance system and by that I watched the conversation. It was a sad and humiliating story. Macey or I could take the memories away, but his body would always remember the incident. So it was healthier to allow time to do the healing.