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

Teaching physical surviving techniques was not easy. The first class I had was a challenge and at the same time something I feared. I hid my fear well, back up somewhere in my mind, but it was still recognizable in the fact I had no idea really how the students were going to respond, or if they would listen to me. I was enlisted in the army as Captain Skywalker, but I had already in mind not to stay that for very long. It was a beginner’s rank for the best coming from the Academy and a gift if they stayed. Those who went active got the rank of lieutenant. My answering commander was an admiral in the fleet and head of the Academy. Basically he was my employer, although another division in the Army paid me. The salary going with the job was acceptable and I could easy live from. I needed the job for income. My father had had some funds, but from that a little remained. A couple of years I had roamed alone through the galaxy, fixing and upgrading my Sauer class freighter, all military and highly illegal, and I paid from that same funds my money for college at the Academy. Now they were paying me. Inside the Academy I had the authorizations going with my captaincy and the job as trainer.
I had my own quarters, my name on the door, and an own training area, what was closed off. What was in there was only known by me. I owned there VCK-37 assassin droids who I used for personal training. Only someone like me was able to confront them and survive. I needed that edge, made me feel alive. It was not often I felt truly one with all the live around me. The Force itself was an unconscious form of live, twinkling and bright, it was pure. It was an indestructible power in the Universe. And through my father I had a great potential in it. My mother had been a normal person and in that way I was raised.

My students knew the name of Skywalker through history records. They were surprised I carried the same name as I introduced myself to them. I had four classes twice a week, with twelve students in one. The class carried on one semester and then there was an exam for them. What they had learned so far, was being tested. In the second semester I had the other half of the first years, also divided over multiple classes. The days were long and tough. I taught them something about being confident and sure. A clear head was the basis to survival. Then lectures followed by me on screen about all sort of techniques on survival, learning to rely on what a surrounding had in store. The third lesson I took them outside into the field. I liked being practical, because boredom was a danger for me. Impatience and anger lay close around the corner, and never having really learned to be in complete control over my emotions, the dark side lingered always nearby me. I could be pretty hot minded and then it was not really wise to confront me. I made quickly a habit of it to keep the door to my class room locked with my mind, so none could disturb my lessons. Against the use of the Force normal muscle power was no match.
Bad feeling students, weak- and strong-minded I knew them all at the first introductions. I played in on it so shaping them all into good combat buddies. I detected hidden questions and encouraged the students to ask them. I educated them about in the more philosophical aspects of being a soldier in the army. I learned them that life was a road, full of dangers and pitfalls, but worth fighting them to achieve dreams. I told them not to let them scare off by the hard trainings and the orders, but to search for friendship, learn about trust and strength. One day I took my classes to a fight art museum in a neighbouring system. I flew the charter of the base myself. Forty curious people went with me; my students got curious looks from the civilians, including myself. It was a sparse contact with the normal life as they left it at the start of the college year. Before we went in I instructed my students fiercely. One incident and we would all go back instantly to the base getting punishment for everybody. Civilians had to be left alone. After the in check in the museum I left them go exploring and watched it all myself. Never had I been there, I learned again reading and writing. Most interesting were the techniques for my own kind of people, human Jedi. Imperial heroes were still presented. Holograms were made about them. But that could not really interest me; heroes of the past, my students shared a different opinion. But also they had interest in the young ladies who walked around. If possible they tried to change thoughts among each other. When I caught unwillingly unspoken thoughts I put an end to it. Angry the boys were faced down, the girls didn’t understand. I found myself into a position I had a lot to explain and I didn’t like it. I smiled instead only friendly toward the girls and ordered the boys to come with me. After the museum visit we had a drink in a cafeteria and after that we went back to the spaceport and returned with the charter back to the Academy. At the base I dismissed them and went to my quarters. Later I reported to my commander how the visit had been going.

The examinations for the first semester were tough and quickly I knew what students would finish off the first years and which students would become fallouts. The selection was great, but it was necessary to get good soldiers. Over frightened and fearless soldiers would do no good in a battle? Next all the teaching I had enough free time in what I was to be found in the library of the Academy. I did a lot of research on survival and next to it finding literature for fighting. Somewhere I expended my classes and what I taught to keep it exciting for myself. The teachers for fighting techniques weren’t happy I did that. They discovered it, when they asked the students how they knew some things. Off course the students gave my name. A meeting was held at request and I had to come forth and explain why I educated the students in fighting spirit and styles. None of them knew I was trained to use the Force, only that I had the potential. I didn’t want to explain why I did it, so I kept silent and crossed my arms for my chest. Neither knew I carried a lightsaber with me, not even the admiral who lead the Academy. As long I had it, I kept it hidden. Long ago I had made it myself under the guidance of my father. The blade was an unusual colour, that of the twilight sun, shades of red, blue and yellow were visible in the orange blade. I only knew what the colour exactly meant for me. But never had I explained that to anyone, not even my father. The saber was the only weapon I had always with me, but I was neither Jedi or Sith. I was trained full, but never faced something what the Jedi called the Trials.
One of the teachers, one of Rodian fighting styles, became angry and demanded that I answered. But I didn’t. Then the man turned toward the admiral and requested to him, if he could order me to speak. The only answer I had was that I had no comments to their concerns. They were noted by me and I knew about them. The meeting was dismissed with a warning for me. But I put the warning aside and went on teaching what I felt was necessary for my students. I had no ears for the concerns that I was ‘stealing’ something from them. They were entitled to have an own opinion, but I saw it all differently and my arguments were based on my believes. And the believes were founded in what my father had learned me and what I felt from the Force. To that weren’t arguments possible. I was strong headed on that.

I hated really this kind of meddling. I was not really aware of it, until I stood up and the door toward the hallway glided closed behind me. I liked to destroy something, and even more to kill the man who had brought up all this. I was aware of it by the way that people stepped aside and let me go through and I walked pretty hard through. The green in my eyes was steel and all knew somehow it was wiser to let me pass. There was a light in my eyes what was not supposed to be there. In my own quarters I gave in to my feelings and battle my anger off against the droids in my training room. First my fighting style was pure aggressive and I slay two droids, before I calmed down. My style turned slowly to defense as I exhausted myself greatly. After the fight I used to fall asleep in bed and go through what was called among the Jedi, a healing trance. That was how I fought my anger off and dealt with what was thrown toward me. Sometimes it was hard to keep my feelings in check and not use them. Reaching out with the Force was easy, not reaching out was harder. But concerning the position I was in, very much worth to fight for. I didn’t want that my opponents knew about my training Force abilities. Now I had friends, real friends. If they knew, they could become scared of me. It was common knowledge that normal people feared the Jedi, because of their powers, although they had always been seen as the good guys. In the end they were considered to be as dangerous as a Sith, as had proven history in the past. Untrained Force users were very restricted in the use of their powers and so not considered as a danger and natural superior enemy. I wanted it to keep that way. And it was even better if they had no knowledge at all.