Kyiari leaned against the temple wall and rested as she watched the last of her troopers straggle in. It was PT day for the 05 and the 09 and they’d run the exterior of the temple. A pretty good distance even for her, though it seemed some of the boys were struggling more then others with it. She was just glad that all she’d had to do was show up on time and appear to be supervising while Drift and Cres had handled everything, and run at the front of the group of course. The Order had brought in a few officers when the war first started and the senate orders that even padawans were to take command positions were issued. They did their best to never make them enter a situation blind. So for two weeks, Kyiari and the other padawans spent all day every day learning military ranks and terms and salutes and procedures. Everything they could to be as prepared as possible before they had to board the ships and head out either with their masters or to rendezvous with them wherever they already were. But she still felt uncertain about procedure and what she was supposed to do when it came to things like this. She was glad for her officers though, they’d proved to be great helps as she struggled to catch up with a role she’d never trained for.
Her comm beeped and when she answered with perhaps a bit of a sigh for being pulled from her thoughts, she was told to report immediately, that a situation was developing. She straightened up and hurried over to her seconds.
“Drift, Cres, something’s going on with the Seps. Master Mace is calling me in. Finish up here and let the boys know that we may have to leave again soon. I’ll let you know when once I’ve been briefed on what we’re dealing with and what high command wants from us. And maybe tell them I’m impressed. They did good today.”
Both men saluted and she hurried off. Breaking into a jog past the troopers and guards at the entrance to the temple and into the temple. Her footsteps barely paused as she adjusted her stride to the more polished interior floors. No one in the temple really blinked at a padawan jogging through the temple much. She could see two initiates sprinting across the hall ahead of her. From the direction, probably in the library and now late to a class. She took time to admire the art as she moved. She loved this place. This was home. This was her family and she couldn’t wait ‘till the war was over and maybe then peace could fill the Force here again. She loved her home and her order and if they needed her to fight a war to stop the Sith, to stop the destruction the armies of the separatists were inflicting. She’d do so.
She quickly reached the high council chambers and nodded at the guards at the doors. The well-known path was quick to travel. She reached her hand up and knocked once before entering quietly. Preparing herself as best she could for whatever was to come.