Sage Hazzard
May 4th, 2003, 09:55:32 PM
Outside the council chambers a man was burning a hole in the floor. His constant pacing was more a distraction to others than a aid in his own thought organization. Relizing his poor restraint, he forced himself to take a seat.
The speech was on play, rewind, repeat in his mind. He'd written it somewhere, though had misplaced it now. Instead he improvised, improved, and overhualed everytime the speech started again. The idea was firmly in place in his mind. It was the means of communicating it to the council that was the difficulty.
"Master Hazzard, they asked me to send you in," a grey hair Jedi woman accompanied with her Padawan said to Sage as she herself exited the council chamber.
His head snapped up, out of his own thoughts, and examined what she had just said. It was his turn.
"Thank you," he said with a nod, taking the door from her hold.
She bowed honorably and her Padawan took after his Master's action. Sage replied in kind, though his eyes were already looking through the crack in the doorway.
Alright, Hazzard, just speak from the heart he coached himself, finally pulling the door fully open.
As he took his place in the center of the room he looked each council member in the eye as a recognition of respect and bowed low.
"Esteemed Jedi Council, I address you today without request for military aid, warning of danger, or report of grave occurence. Instead I bring to you a vision of improvement. I hope you come to think the same way on my proposal."
He paused to let the members of the council soak in his words and prepare themselves to commit fully to his speech. Letting out a long breath, he continued.
"For long we have taken in recriuts, named them Padawans, and assigned them to Masters. However, as you must all know from personal experience or shared stories throughout the Temple, this does not always occur as smoothly as invisioned by our founders. Instead Padawans often wait in limbo without training or instruction. Milling about the halls of the Greater Jedi Order seeking education from any source avalible, without a ryme or reason to their search. How can we expect these young hopefuls to take our place one day, and take on the mantle of defenders of Peace and Justice, if we cannot instruct them what that means in the early stages of their development? We cannot, nor should we. I propose a solution and a foundation for improvement in generations to come."
He drew a deep breath again and let it out.
"A Greater Jedi Order Class structure. One committed to taking in new recruits, teaching them our basics, and ushering them onto Masters when they are ready. Giving our recruits knowledge should be our main priority, for it is them that we pass our cause onto. For us to turn a blind eye to those that would inherit our name, Jedi, is to turn in our robes and lightsabres now for it is only prolongling the inevitable."
Bowing respectfully, he placed his hands inside the cuffs of his robe and awaited response.
The speech was on play, rewind, repeat in his mind. He'd written it somewhere, though had misplaced it now. Instead he improvised, improved, and overhualed everytime the speech started again. The idea was firmly in place in his mind. It was the means of communicating it to the council that was the difficulty.
"Master Hazzard, they asked me to send you in," a grey hair Jedi woman accompanied with her Padawan said to Sage as she herself exited the council chamber.
His head snapped up, out of his own thoughts, and examined what she had just said. It was his turn.
"Thank you," he said with a nod, taking the door from her hold.
She bowed honorably and her Padawan took after his Master's action. Sage replied in kind, though his eyes were already looking through the crack in the doorway.
Alright, Hazzard, just speak from the heart he coached himself, finally pulling the door fully open.
As he took his place in the center of the room he looked each council member in the eye as a recognition of respect and bowed low.
"Esteemed Jedi Council, I address you today without request for military aid, warning of danger, or report of grave occurence. Instead I bring to you a vision of improvement. I hope you come to think the same way on my proposal."
He paused to let the members of the council soak in his words and prepare themselves to commit fully to his speech. Letting out a long breath, he continued.
"For long we have taken in recriuts, named them Padawans, and assigned them to Masters. However, as you must all know from personal experience or shared stories throughout the Temple, this does not always occur as smoothly as invisioned by our founders. Instead Padawans often wait in limbo without training or instruction. Milling about the halls of the Greater Jedi Order seeking education from any source avalible, without a ryme or reason to their search. How can we expect these young hopefuls to take our place one day, and take on the mantle of defenders of Peace and Justice, if we cannot instruct them what that means in the early stages of their development? We cannot, nor should we. I propose a solution and a foundation for improvement in generations to come."
He drew a deep breath again and let it out.
"A Greater Jedi Order Class structure. One committed to taking in new recruits, teaching them our basics, and ushering them onto Masters when they are ready. Giving our recruits knowledge should be our main priority, for it is them that we pass our cause onto. For us to turn a blind eye to those that would inherit our name, Jedi, is to turn in our robes and lightsabres now for it is only prolongling the inevitable."
Bowing respectfully, he placed his hands inside the cuffs of his robe and awaited response.