Turin Turambar in Space
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Turin was four when Echo fell to the Sith. His father, Commodore Hurin, had died just a few weeks before, covering the retreat of a defeated republic battle fleet after a disastrous ambush. With their retreat went the scattered picket forces defending the system and its environs, too weak individually to be more than fodder to the advancing armada. His mother, Morwen, refused to flee the system; the loss to morale would be enormous, and she did not wish to abandon her home. Such thoughts did not apply to her young son, Turin. She'd already lost her eldest, Lalaith, to sudden onset cancer, and was wholly unwilling for the same to happen to her secondborn. The boy was a force sensitive, much like his father, and with raising him at home no longer an option, Morwen reached out to her contacts in the Jedi order and insured that there would be a knight at the other end of the refugee convoy's hyperspace jump, ready to ferry Turin off to the academy at Tython.

At the academy, Turin was a mixed student. He was brilliant, picking up in the blink of an eye what others could struggle with for hours, and strong in the force. Of particular delight were his lessons with the lightsaber, where he outdid trainees years his senior. In his meditation, however, he often lagged behind; his quick-tempered nature proved difficult to master, and he cared little for academic save where his father had worked. His attachments too were troublesome, for he loved his mother dearly and the gossip of the Jedi proved an impossible to sensor line of information as to the fate of Echo under sith occupiers in the years of peace. Scarcely would months go by without some new deprivation revealed to the galaxy at large, from video and hologram recordings smuggled off the planet by Morwen and her supporters. She operated out of a prepared bolthole, where she raised her daughter Nienor, born 6 months into the occupation. Many of his masters at the temple despaired of someone of his potential held back by his own self.

When Turin turned seventeen, he was scouted at the temple by the newly-returned Jedi Master, Beleg Cuthalion. Beleg had served with Turin's father in the war and moreover delighted in Turin as a student. Turin excelled in the fields of Beleg's specialties, and their personalities matched well; Beleg had a talent at relating the lessons to Turin in a way that left them completely sensible, and Turin, in turn, learned eagerly all of what Beleg could show.

Turin spent seven years apprenticed under Beleg, and after a few weeks spent learning on low stakes missions Beleg brought his charge with him to the border systems, where tensions fluttered on the brink of open war. Here Turin tempered his mastery lightsaber dueling with live fire experience and learned more practical field skills for undercover work. Under Beleg’s tutelage, he learned to shoot as well as a professional marksman with nearly every sort of blaster in circulation, fly ships of all varieties, and to slip unseen between patrols and blockades to leave his foes none the wiser. Turin grew into the fullness of his height and stature and began to gain for himself something of a reputation of his own for those on the border systems. They called him the Dragon of Echoes, and those among the empire who faced him reckoned him a great Jedi Knight.

 

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The Galaxy is once more on the brink of war. Imperial Fleets once more Patrol the border systems in force, and the Sith that follow behind grow increasingly bold and unafraid.

Fearing the signs of conflict Jedi Master Beleg has sent his Padawan to the Jedi academy on Tython to take his Knighthood trials in the hopes of keeping him safe from the bloody opening blows of the treacherous Sith assaults.

Carrying with him the loss that has been part of him his whole life, Turin once more returns to the center of Serenity and Learning that had been his home for much of his youth...

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The shuttle doors open, and Turin Thalion steps out of the ship and onto Tython. Gone are the disguises and body armor; in their place are immaculate Jedi robes doing their best to suggest “well kept” but only succeeding at “new.”

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"Padawan Thalion." One of the housekeeping droids, an A6 model, is there to greet him. "Welcome back to Tython. Quarters have been prepared if you wish to refresh yourself before seeing the Council."

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“I’ll be fine.” There’s a pause, as Turin notices the flaws in his grooming that his freshening up on his ship didn’t get to, but he refrains from correcting himself. “I can only assume I’m expected.”

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"Correct, Padawan Thalion. This way, please."

The Jedi Academy is, as ever, a quiet and serene place, the Force a steadily meditative pulse in the background. The droid ushers him through, past classrooms and meditation halls and around the traffic of students and instructors, to the doors of the Council Chamber at the center of the building. There in front of their solemnly closed face the droid leaves him, trundling off to attend whatever other tasks it might have.

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Turin takes a breath, centers himself, steps up to the door. He was glad to be gone from this place, but it’ll be fine for now.

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The door stands closed, as doors are wont to do. He'll have to knock before he can enter.

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That is how non automatic doors work, generally speaking. He steps forward and raps it solidly, twice.

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The doors swing open smoothly, allowing him entrance. Before him is the seat of the Jedi Council on Tython, a large round table, with seats for thirty members. Of those seats, only ten are filled at present. Present in person are Masters Nikil Nobil, Syo Bakarn, Tol Braga, Oric Traless, Bela Kiwiiks, and the Grandmaster of the Order, Satele Shan. Attending via holoconference are Orgus Din, Shamik Farr, Fane Resta, and Idri Hiiops.

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Turin hasn't seen any of these people in years and did not know them well then. Still, he has no difficulty recognizing these people; Beleg expected him to memorize everything he needed to know about his covers thoroughly enough that they would be natural even in a stressful situation and expected that same skill to be applied elsewhere as well. 

He thinks back to Belegs teachings and seizes the deferentially that his master had insisted would often be necessary throughout his life. "Apologies if I kept you waiting, masters."

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"Not at all, young Turin," Master Satele says. "Please, sit."

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Turin sits, obviously. He’s hardly going to say no.

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"Padawan Turin Thalion, your master Beleg Cuthalion has returned you to this Council that you might face your Trials of Knighthood." Syo Bakarn's voice is formal. "These Trials will test you in body and spirit, but he believes you are ready. Do you agree with his assessment?"

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“I do.”

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"Be very sure of your answer. Once the Trials have begun, they will not stop for any reason."

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This is hardly the place for a flippant answer; it would be smart to genuinely consider it. But... the facts haven’t changed, since he last examined them. He hasn’t gained any new information, and his previous decision was made under far less time pressure and with better reasons. There are plans that call for delayed action, but none for waiting to make a choice.

“I am sure.”

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"Very well," Master Satele says. "Please recite the first line of the Jedi Code, and explain what it means using your own words."

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"There is no emotion, there is peace." Turin recites from early memory; it's one of the first things younglings learn about being a jedi, which is why the real question here is obviously the explanation.

"A Jedi must always be in control of their emotions; they must master them, not be mastered by them. A jedi that is not calm is one who is not thinking rationally, and when you aren't thinking clearly when it matters it can cost a great many lives. If you can't keep calm in ordinary life, you won't reliably do it under pressure, and the mistakes you could have avoided will add up and have consequences for others, even without the risk of the dark side or even just to those around you from a force wielder with uncontrolled, wildly shifting emotions."

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"How does the third line relate to the first?"

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“They’re related ideas, but if emptions are what you feel, passion is how you feel. This line refers more to the dark side of the force, and how to avoid leading into it, than the first line does, and refers less to the more general feelings. Emotions can change how you feel and act, if you aren’t in control, but an unbridled passion can drive you even more strongly down an entirely different path, where one thing leads to another and you have to pull out in the midst of it or else fall rather than simply endangering others.”

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The questions continue, one after another, plumbing the depths of his knowledge of and adherence to the tenets of the Jedi. Each of the Masters takes their turn asking questions, focusing on a particular facet. They're all quite hard to read, and there's no particular indication if they think he's answering well or poorly.

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Turin’s answers are hardly inspired original commentary, but they are clearly answers he’s coming up with himself rather than him echoing another’s analysis. His answers may be more militaristic than the norm, but not really beyond what you’d expect from someone living under master Beleg on the front lines.

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At last, the questions wind down.

"Thank you, Padawan Thalion," Master Satele says. "You may retire to your quarters while this Council deliberates."

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“Very Well.”

Turin bows, somewhat stiffly, but hesds out and down the halls. He still remembers most of the temple’s layout, but he hadn’t had much care for the subject when he was younger, so he’s not actually sure how to find out which of the Padawan quarter’s he’s to sleep in, since he hasn’t been back in almost half a decade and had only spent a single night as a lesrner before heading off with Beleg. 

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