<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/95/e5/11/95e5115b95d95835473001ce6ddaf96e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tarl Montross<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jedi Temple, Landing Platform/Main hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Attending Ceremony<br/><br/>It was a new sensation feeling others who were Force Sensitive, so many others even from here the landing platform his sightless gaze. He wore the heavy armour of his people Clan Montross and many gave him a wide berth. It take too long to explain to everyone that if a Mandalorian warrior meant to do them harm, moving aside would not be very helpful. It would take a long time to understand this environment. His home was orderly, regimented. Everyone had a purpose and knew that they had to do from hour to hour. Watching this teaming amount of life go left then right, stop then back the way they came was exhausting. How did they accomplish anything?<br/><br/>He lets his feelings guide him to the temple. Of course the direct route from where he landed goes through some rough neighborhoods. Some children come begging for food and credits. He senses the four others trying to surround him in the darkness. "You should leave." he says to the young girl who then tries to kick him in the balls.<em>Of course.</em>He doesn't even try to fight the children as they hurt themselves on his armour. They reach for his tool pouch, his medpack, his credit chip and get swept aside in a simple spinning maneuver that sends them tumbling. He wasn't trying to hurt them...yet. It's when one of the four come and touch his axe that is still mounted on his jet pack that everything becomes more serious.<br/><br/>None of them see the shift into fighting stance as he avoids their clumsy blaster shots. Tarl isn't angry, they weren't a threat. The crescent blades that fire from his left gauntlet injure his shooters. Taking the Mythosaur axe and snapping out its blades takes but an instant. This weapon can parry lightsabers and has been in his family for generations. "You touched my weapon. It's well within my code of honour to end your life thief." he'd swung the weapon around as the others in this crew scattered leaving him alone with an axe blade to his throat. "But living with others that leave you behind is a fate worse than death. I leave you to it."<br/><br/>He navigates through the bewildering city planet until getting to the Jedi Temple. Part of him is disappointed, this was no fortress--it was more of a library. At least his Force Sight allowed him to take in that the place was well ordered and planned out. No wasted spaces, he liked that. No guards challenge him at one of the many entrances.<em>Were they so arrogant that they didn't believe spies or enemies wouldn't come to their home?</em><br/><br/>Tarl finds the Main Hall just before the little green guy starts to speak. This Yoda had a lot of power and spoke strangely. He liked him. He was a fierce old buzzard. Some droid was gathering new recruits. Padawans. "I'm not being put in with the farmers am I. I plan on being a Jedi Knight soon and the Warmaster eventually." he tells the droid. "Yes, this is the lineup for the potential Jedi Knights. The Agricorp farmers are in another part of the building. Now follow me."  Tarl opens the mask of his helmet. If they were going to remove him for being blind it was better to find out now.<br/><br/>He follows the droid when he isn't told to leave.