Journey to Arkania -Prelude - Day 1 - Students

The tiny Zabrak rises, her indigo eyes blinking in mild surprise at the display, and her mouth tight. She doesn't even look at Ian, but instead heads towards the side of the stage that has the most power cords and wires. Her gait is smooth and calm, focused. As Ian points to her, her brow furrows, but she only glances at him once with a glare, then continues on her way.

Standing over the wires of the equipment, she suddenly draws her training lightsaber, and begins slicing at the bundles of wires!

Errad watched the display utterly aghast. For most of his time at the temple, he had avoided other youngling as much as possible. He participated in group exercises when he was forced to, but preferred spending his time in his studies by himself.

This display was beyond anything he could have imagined a prospective padawan doing and not being drummed out of the Order. How had this individual made it this far. How was he even being considered for training with a Master?!

Puffed up with indignation, Errad stalked the rest of the way on to the platform. He walked up to where the pallet was swinging with it's long-haired, leather clad perpetrator.

"Just who do you think you are?!" ,Errad said, trying to imitate the tone of one of the Council Masters and sounding foolish, "come down from there this instant. You are going to mess this up for all of us and I for one am not going to be dragged down by the likes of you!"

Errad turned to the others.

"Well, are you not going to say something? Don't you know he's flushing your futures down the refresher?! Do you honestly think the masters will only hold him accountable?

Errad looked at all of them. He knew his face was flushed. He also knew he likely looked like the biggest idiot on the planet. Given no better choices, he turned back to Ian and glared.

"Fuck off, Coruscant!
We're ditching this stupid plaaaace,
Headed to Arkania
Going off into the depths of spaaace!


He gets one more verse off, complete with a pass by Errad who can now see him plainly as he gives him an incredibly rude gesture along with a grin. Ian Maxwell, unlike the rest of them, -is- a Padawan, though one who has the distinction of have passed his trials, completed his own lightsaber and then been dropped by his master. Twice. They haven't died, been injured, swore he'd been headed to the dark side, they were just tired and decided to stop.

His attention, however, is mostly drawn to Alyx heading towards the holoprojectors that have been set up. His eyes widen and he stops singing as she ignites her lightsaber and goes to hack at the cables powering his entire 'presentation'. Even as he raises his hand to summon the Force to take her saber away from her she has already finished. The blade of the training saber, though weakened to avoid injuries in a mock battle, is still powerful enough to cut through power cords.

The lights and music immediately shut off, though the droids continue to dance in a comedic juxtaposition to the noise and lights there was before. Padawan Maxwell lowers his hand and simply glares at Alyx as the crane swings him around again. As it passes the pallet he's riding on close to them again, he drops down, showing a disregard for his safety before he lands in a crouch. "Well, well, well. Captain Shale of'the Fun Police, we meet again." He glances away from the tiny Zabrak before he gestures at Lark and Errod. "An I see you brought yer deputies too."

Alyx disengages her lightsaber and tucks it away as Ian drops down in front of her, crossing her arms over her chest and giving him a bemused smirk. "Did you ever consider that maybe you should just become a children's festivities coordinator, instead of a Jedi?"

She glances back when the door opens to the ship all of the knights and masters had boarded an hour ago, and her voice lowers, her expression becoming more serious. "You're never going to graduate to knighthood at this rate, Ian. You're seriously too old for this shit." Actual concern flickers in her dark blue eyes before she turns and starts to walk away. The Knights and Masters won't want an interruption in privacy when they deal with Ian . . .