Who: Meetra Surik and Open When: Friday Where: Potts Tower Basement What: Meetra got a present Rating: TBD but low at present
Most days were oddly normal. No chaos, no running for her life along with wondering why the Triumvirate had been after her in particular. It was nice. She'd thrown her name in to be looked at by the organization that was looking out for people because she liked having something to do but if it didn't pan out she knew she had skills that could be employable, and there was the order that was beginning. She'd find her path.
She supposed many would be able to sit back and think of this as a good reward, but that would mean she thought she'd earned any of that. And she didn't really feel that. Not yet. And she'd never been good at the whole contemplation bit that the Order suggested.
So the call had been a little odd, but she'd gone. They'd told her something had come through for her and it had made her wonder. Part of her hoped it'd be Atton, Mical, or Bao-Dur. She'd been friendly with the others, but those three had been closest to her. As much as she'd let them close. But when they'd brought out the box she'd frowned.
And when she'd opened it, most of her breath had left her body. Despite having made a second, she'd know her first saber anywhere. She'd known it when Atris had wielded it against her, and she knew it now. It didn't look any different from where she'd first made it, nor any different from where she'd put it into the stone at the Council's feet in a fit of (futile) defiance. For a long moment she just looked at it before she finally moved on.
She wasn't all too surprised to find herself in the basement gym. when she looked up. For this, she'd break her self imposed rule of not touching the Force too much. Not when the memories were so close and so dear. She remembered Kavar showing her the first forms, and then Vima standing behind her, adjusting her grip to finally piecing the saber together and joining the crystal with it's components. That feeling she'd had when she first switched it on, was the same she got now as she extended it and saw the cyan blade spring to life. She could only smile at it's familiar hum.
The first steps of the forms she knew were almost clumsy, and she knew she was rusty. It made her remember her younger self, all wide eyed innocence and desire to just help and do what the Jedi were meant to do. It felt like a million years ago.
A moment later the clumsy movements made way to more graceful steps. She'd always remember this, and there was a comfort in the familiarity of practice.