Scout traversed the corridor slowly. Not quite slowly enough to study everything that lined it, but enough to give it a good glance. She probed about and especially ahead with the Force, as best she could, but didn't pick up much. All the logic and first impressions on this planet couldn't quite squash the suspicion that she was walking into a trap. The quiet didn't help her nerves.
She didn't like this place. Or rather, she felt like she could like it, it reminded her of home more than any of the other places she could remember seeing in the past two years, and that... it wasn't good. In the end the Temple had not been safe. This wasn't either.
Not quite in the doorway yet, she looked through into the room beyond. The Force murmured like distant thunder, guiding her eyes first to Wynn. She studied him, every aspect she could see, tried to probe. He had a feel in the Force, stronger than that of most people. Not that she could pick up much. She could never pick up much.
But she was reasonably sure there wasn't anyone else in the room, which she felt confident in more because of her eyes than the Force, and if there were traps - maybe the statue, she was suspicious of that - what could she do but be ready to move?
Her nervous scanning gaze finally picked up on the door carvings, and keeping her ears open for movement she studied them. They weren't in Aurebesh, but she was already aware that the letters matched up to the ones she knew, it was just a cipher and one she understood. She exhaled in what was just short of a snort. Not in the same order, some of the phrasings were different, it was formal... but she had to admit. Very Jedi.
Whatever waited in there, she couldn't go in in this state. The man had waited this long without moving, he could wait a couple more minutes.
With the speed of long practice, Scout immersed herself in silent meditation. Her eyes slacked. Her tongue curled up so the tip just contacted the roof of her mouth. The Force flowing in a wheel from the crown of her head, down her spine, through the marrow of her bones, discharging out gradually from the pressure points in the soles of her feet, taking what it could of stress and that old welling pain. What would happen would happen, and she needed to be balanced to act properly.
Silent meditation had helped her many times in the past and it helped her now. When she stepped through the doors she was centered. She tensed again as they closed, quickly checked the parts of the room she hadn't been able to see through the doorway,
"I will respect the Order. I will protect the weak and defenseless from oppression and evil," she said, rearranging the tenants she had learned as a child, but leaving out Jedi. No one needed to know about that. "I will not fear dying for the cause. I will put the community's needs above my own and never abandon my duty. I will practice honesty and honor my promises. I will honor life and all lives. At all times I will act to represent the Order."
It hurt a little, saying these again after so long. Scout half-closed her eyes and swallowed, letting the Force wash her back to balance.
She paused, and more softly said, "I like your code."
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She didn't like this place. Or rather, she felt like she could like it, it reminded her of home more than any of the other places she could remember seeing in the past two years, and that... it wasn't good. In the end the Temple had not been safe. This wasn't either.
Not quite in the doorway yet, she looked through into the room beyond. The Force murmured like distant thunder, guiding her eyes first to Wynn. She studied him, every aspect she could see, tried to probe. He had a feel in the Force, stronger than that of most people. Not that she could pick up much. She could never pick up much.
But she was reasonably sure there wasn't anyone else in the room, which she felt confident in more because of her eyes than the Force, and if there were traps - maybe the statue, she was suspicious of that - what could she do but be ready to move?
Her nervous scanning gaze finally picked up on the door carvings, and keeping her ears open for movement she studied them. They weren't in Aurebesh, but she was already aware that the letters matched up to the ones she knew, it was just a cipher and one she understood. She exhaled in what was just short of a snort. Not in the same order, some of the phrasings were different, it was formal... but she had to admit. Very Jedi.
Whatever waited in there, she couldn't go in in this state. The man had waited this long without moving, he could wait a couple more minutes.
With the speed of long practice, Scout immersed herself in silent meditation. Her eyes slacked. Her tongue curled up so the tip just contacted the roof of her mouth. The Force flowing in a wheel from the crown of her head, down her spine, through the marrow of her bones, discharging out gradually from the pressure points in the soles of her feet, taking what it could of stress and that old welling pain. What would happen would happen, and she needed to be balanced to act properly.
Silent meditation had helped her many times in the past and it helped her now. When she stepped through the doors she was centered. She tensed again as they closed, quickly checked the parts of the room she hadn't been able to see through the doorway,
"I will respect the Order. I will protect the weak and defenseless from oppression and evil," she said, rearranging the tenants she had learned as a child, but leaving out Jedi. No one needed to know about that. "I will not fear dying for the cause. I will put the community's needs above my own and never abandon my duty. I will practice honesty and honor my promises. I will honor life and all lives. At all times I will act to represent the Order."
It hurt a little, saying these again after so long. Scout half-closed her eyes and swallowed, letting the Force wash her back to balance.
She paused, and more softly said, "I like your code."