#padawan problems

Obi-Wan: *sighs*

Padawan Feemor was 16 when his master died in an explosion that cost Feemor his hearing. Qui-Gon Jinn took Feemor on as his first apprentice and taught him Basic Sign Language.

Ahsoka: WHAT

Ahsoka: do this again

Obi-Wan: Yes.

PERSONAL LOG - KEEPER FYET-GREYSTORM BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK One galactic standard week on Nar Shaddaa has given me very little in the way of hope for their scientific research methodologies. I know what Arbiter Nyomi would say but honestly, one would think that independent medical facilities with no allegiance to either Republic or Empire would have combined the medical knowledge and methodologies of both to come up with something new. To be fair, I imagine few would be pleased about me being on Nar Shaddaa at all, but it seemed a good place to look into twi'lek neurophysiology and endocrinology. Sad as it is to say, sometimes the best place for insight into neurochemistry and endocrinology is through the research of those having to deal with patients suffering the aftermath of taking illicit drugs. Besides, I have Alti, Keyvaar and Aranar'aliit to back me up. Thus far Keyvaar managed to dissuade one of those former 'cookery cultists' from identifying me as his former deity. I wish he hadn't done it via a blow to the head, mind you... AUDIO LOG - TRAINING GROUNDS, TYTHON BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK "...I understand the sentiment, Ryall, but Force telekinesis is not always only used for throwing things! Try creating a shield so that Vi'ine can finish healing without worrying about a blaster bolt to the back! And if you're going to throw anything at the enemy, perhaps try a rock and not the medkit you will want to use later! ...Thank you." PERSONAL LOG - KEEPER FYET-GREYSTORM BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK THORN budgetary review meeting. Apparently they wanted to take funds away from preventative measures in order to secure a heavier funding allocation towards weapons. I spent two hours making a bit of a speech about how 'friendly fire isn't' and that I doubted anyone on Alderaan, Corellia, Tatooine, Taris or any of the other places where rakghoul plague comes up really needed more people shooting. In the end, the extra budgetary allocation went to development of more easily deployed research / treatment staging grounds and early warning systems, and there will evidently be a discussion with relevant personages about deploying backup from the Republic military if required during an outbreak. I think that the Supreme Chancellor will agree to that because she really does need a way to save face after recent events... AUDIO LOG - LIBRARY, GREYSTORM ESTATE BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK "Mom wants to know if you're going to make an appearance at this dinner tonight." "You mean the formal affair at which I will have to wear that dress I can't breathe in and be polite to Devoy Lyrri, whose emotional resonance around me is very inappropriate. Can I avoid it without being rude?" "Probably. You're good at that. Plus you have all that research. Thanks for getting better at not filling my head with it, by the way." ".................." *siiiiiiiiiiiigh* "Nerf it. Find me a more comfortable dress and I'll go." "I'll punch Devoy Lyrri if you want." "You will not, Mae. You're the heir. You can't go around punching people. Particularly not since he will probably be thrown at you as a potential suitor next." "Aw, NERFBISCUITS." *giggle* PERSONAL LOG - KEEPER FYET-GREYSTORM BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK I know I was only supposed to be at the University of Coruscant for three days for use of their archives. However, when the head of their Biological Sciences department asked me to contribute to their research on an interesting variation on ascomycetous pneumoconiocis, I could hardly say no, given my ... erm, expertise with fungal infection of that type. It shares a lot of commonalities with PX-133, though thankfully not with the Dark Side component and the massive multi-organ spread. Still, there is the fever to contend with, and ascomycetous pneumoconiocis is a fairly significant issue given how many of our forces end up in Rishi jungle dealing with Revanites... AUDIO LOG - FORT GARNIK MEDBAY, ORD MANTELL BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK "--Yes, I know I said I was on my way to Tython, and I will get there. But when we picked up the warning about the outbreak of Corellian mumps, I was hardly going to ignore it, was I? You know as well as I do the damage that sort of epidemic can do in a closed community that hasn't been receiving more than the bare necessities, nutritionally speaking. ...Yes, I'm fine, I have Alti and Keyvaar. We're in the Meepmobile, at least, so we can inoculate and treat those that need it. ...Yes, we dropped Arbiter Nyomi off at Carrick Station; she was afraid Ahri would try getting her to teach younglings again if she stopped on Tython, but I will be fine. You know everyone here is nice to me. And I'm making grazer loaf. ...Yes, I will send some back via Alti. ...Thank you. Send my love to Muffin. ...You always have my love, silly man." PERSONAL LOG - KEEPER FYET-GREYSTORM BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK I've had to cut short my research with the healers in the Kalikori settlement. According to Marran comms, Primatrix Alasha has gone missing under circumstances that suggest she was wounded during capture. I need to go back because we will no doubt be looking for her and it sounds very much like she will need a healer when we find her. She's been there for me when I needed a rescue; it would be unfair of me not to respond in kind. In any case, I haven't been learning much new, so cutting matters short won't do too much damage to my research goals. I need to get back to the Rest and compile everything with the details that Xze sent via Primatrix Alasha. I wish she hadn't decided to make a game of this whole load of nerfery. I also wish she'd stop calling me by the name of my Sith ancestors. But never mind; the important thing is that I'm packed and ready to go-- ...Oh. The Council wants a word before I go. I hope they won't mind a fairly informal update if they want to know the state of affairs in the Kalikori settlement... *                                 *                                      * The offer hit Jallira like a fast-moving speeder. She sensed it coming - had started to sense it somewhere in the middle of the status report on her various activities over the last year. The Meepmobile, her padawan, the training courses she ran on Tython, the medical lectures ... the reasoning behind making it official was her status as semi-formal liaison between the Jedi and Luka Sene Councils, as generally they wouldn't assign less than a Jedi Master for that sort of thing. However, when Raiyden had offered her the role of liaison, and she'd taken it because it needed to be done, the Jedi Council had apparently started to take notice. They'd evaluated, and somewhere along the line, they decided that she had earned the rank. For all her overdeveloped sense of self-effacing modesty, logic told Jallira that they weren't precisely wrong. Rank and title were not rewards; she'd learned that from her Naming. Even her unofficial Naming to Apothecary had come weeks after she'd taken on all the responsibilities of an Apothecary, and the formal Naming had been just that - a formality. Even leaving that part of it aside, though, from an objective point of view, she'd come so far since joining the Marran. She'd done so much good, helped so many people. She'd developed - or possibly just proved - patience, wisdom, compassion ... and most of all, self-awareness and self-discipline. She wasn't even meeping. She could indulge in that later, when she wouldn't look like a silly nerf in front of the entire Jedi Council. But once upon a time, she wouldn't have been able to help it. If she turned it down, as part of her longed to do, it would be like saying that every bit of good she'd done, every bit of progress she'd made didn't matter. Modesty was one thing, but acknowledgement of progress was something else. She never let anyone else duck the results of effort like this. She should follow her own example. So instead of meeping, or hiding in her hood, she bowed her head respectfully and said, "I am honoured, and will continue to justify your faith in me." She knelt when they asked her to, and heard the Council's words, heard the weight of tradition behind them. But the part that resonated most with her came at the end: "Protect and guide the Republic as the Force guides you." As she rose, she wondered if she was actually obliged to tell anyone within the Marran about this. If nothing else, the 'Master Meepers' jokes were going to last forever once this got out.

APOTHECARY'S PERSONAL LOG BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK So people tell me to put my foot down ... and then there is trouble when I do. Honestly, I do not think there is any chance in the galaxy that I will ever become any better at this 'social' ... thing. I have largely been locked in the lab the last few days. I imagine Rilus is not entirely pleased about this. At least the stealth sandwiches have stopped (which just proves who was responsible for them; Arbiter Alasha has been a little preoccupied, and understandably so, with injuries that Kanth and the Archon sustained in a battle with Jettak, the Garhoon 'heretic' responsible for this 'undead monster' issue we are facing at the moment), so I feel a little less guilt about putting anyone to any trouble. Still, beyond time spent in the kitchen and some stealth feeding of my own - because I may be busy with various bits and pieces but I'm nerfed to the Outer Rim and back if I will let Rilus subsist on mess hall food - there really has not been time for much else. I imagine that part of this is Ozakif, my maybe-padawan. When I asked advice about his apparent contempt for any sort of discipline, a problem I had already anticipated was highlighted beyond my ability to work around it; a padawan's training is a highly time-consuming endeavour, a way of life being learned, and there was no way that Ozakif could devote adequate time to it if he continued with the Third Marines. So I had to offer him the choice - train as my padawan, or remain with the Third. I knew it was going to be a difficult decision for him, but that is the life of a Jedi. Difficult decisions have to be made, preferably without an emotional meltdown being involved. ...Which means that it is not particularly heartening that his first reaction was to flee for Coruscant, where he feels 'safe'. He has told me that he had trained under masters before, but I honestly do not see it. Did their training go by the wayside so quickly? He did, to his credit, apologise for leaving without saying a word to me, but spent that credit early by informing me that having to choose was not 'fair'. Given some of his experience in the field, I am a little curious as to where he got the impression that life was 'fair'. Any warrior - Jedi, marine, or other - has to make difficult decisions. And in terms of being Jedi ... we are the ones who have to be fair, even when it means that the world is less fair to us than it is to anyone else. That is our burden. It is different for Ozakif, I know this. Most of us began on that path so young that we know no other way. He is starting late, for all he talks about being 'only' nineteen. He is six months or so younger than I am, no more. Chronological age has nothing to do with mental or emotional maturity. Look at Lynai ... Kadin ... Nake. In any case, if I know anything about Ozakif, he is currently on Nar Shaddaa, indulging the gabaki habit I told him to start breaking. He may return, and he may even decide that he is ready to devote his life to the path he said he wanted when he asked that I take him as padawan. But ... honestly, I am not sure he's ready. I'm not sure he'll ever be ready. However, I will keep an open mind and evaluate him very carefully when he comes back. And I will not commit to anything until that evaluation is complete, and ensure that he does not burn bridges with the Third until I am satisfied that he truly is ready to undertake this responsibility. Beyond that ... there has been a great deal of work to do. I am still trying to work on my own branch of research involving Gara - or GARA - and that is taxing in the extreme and currently not going anywhere. There was curing Master Othone, which worked well but apparently must be kept a secret because to make it known that I cured what was deemed incurable would tip Master Othone's hand and put me in more danger than I find myself in already. There is training with Raiyden, who I think is nearly ready to start learning to channel the Flames into compounds for the Aegis cores and so forth. Beyond even that, there was updating the various notes I have been keeping on Force-severance, since Sedryn came to me feeling 'sick' and it was clear that his disorientation was due to his Force connection coming back. Apparently the black substance destroyed the immediate capacity for using the Force but the core of his potential remained, nearly dormant and helped by a Force-bond to his unborn son. Given Tython's state of war, I recommended Alpherides as a place for him to go to retrain himself in the basics. And then there was Caer. I did not mean to hurt her feelings. I just ... do not do well with social situations. I have spent one wedding, one cantina night and more conversations than I can count backed up against a wall because too many people ... I still find it overwhelming in a number of ways. But she kept pressing and pressing for this 'girl's night out' thing and seemed set to bully me into it 'for my own good' and while I appreciate that some progress can be made by throwing someone into a social situation at the deep end ... Arbiter Nyomi and Tomuraan are right; I have to draw a line somewhere. But 'no' was not working. What was left but flagging up the fact that she was trying to impose her ideas on how to live onto me? I tried to soften it with explaining that I am not a particularly social person and get awkward in large groups, and that frankly I am not a 'fun' person in that way. It didn't work. She is still upset about it. So I stay in the lab and hope that Rilus is not going to request that the med droids remove me bodily. I have things to do. Things that do not inadvertently hurt my friends or end up with me fretting unduly over a maybe-padawan roaming nerf-knows-where doing nerf-knows-what and leaving me entirely at a loss for how I will schedule my own life around his non-decision.        

APOTHECARY'S PERSONAL LOG BEGIN AUDIO PLAYBACK --ably lymphatic system, which is problematic from a baseline treatment perspective; intraosseous injections at minimum, hopefully won't have to replace the thymus ... at least spleens are not specifically necessary for-- ...Oh. Right. Personal log. It's just been a singularly busy time. As is usual with the Marran, as one crisis is handled, another two or three pop up in its place. Arbiter Alasha provided me with blood samples from a Master Othone, who I don't think I've ever met but seems familiar somehow -- in any case, the point is that the Sith who attacked Arbiter Alasha at the University of Coruscant library the other day has a tendency to create ... well, fairly unpleasant alchemical diseases. Apparently medical science and Force-healing has not been able to do anything about it to date, so she tasked me to find a vaccine and a cure with the work I have done with Flames-based treatments for alchemical ailments. Vaccine is easily enough done; the principle is more or less exactly the same as it was for the protective measure I developed for the new variant rakghoul plague last year, particularly with the addition of synthesised antibodies from Master Othone, who is apparently staving off the disease as best he can, as it were. Cure, however ... this is one truly unpleasant disease. While extant in the blood, the med scans I requested on Master Othone point to the lymphatic system as the area to treat in terms of a cure. It will not be pleasant. Injections into the bone marrow and the thymus at absolute minimum, and currently I'm looking at ways to ensure that the Flames at work won't actually do damage to tissue, or at least that there's a regenerative component to-- *sigh* I haven't left the lab since Arbiter Alasha gave me the blood sample. And her own. I'm feeling a little better about things now that I know the Sith didn't manage to infect her with anything. Which reminds me: *click* "Interoffice memo to Arbiter Alasha Maryn: your blood tests are back, and as expected, you're clear." ...I thought I should let her know sooner rather than later. So many people I should likely be speaking to right now. Raiyden - I imagine he'd have something to say about this, and encountering a disease that apparently can't be cured without the Flames might be beneficial to his training. Ozakif ... my padawan. I have a padawan. I have no idea what sort of trouble he's getting into currently but hopefully he's doing what I asked him to and meditating on the old versus the new translations of the Jedi Code. I want to know what his thoughts on them are before we proceed too much further. At least I have been able to spend some time in the kitchen. I may get nagged for not sleeping properly but at least there's not the 'not eating properly' component to the concern. I am going to have a sandwich, spend a half-hour in restful meditation and then get back to work. And hope that Rilus doesn't send the med droids to physically haul me out of here again. Hopefully he recalls that the last time he did that, I found myself at loose ends and ended up pole dancing for a Hutt on Nar Shaddaa.