<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marvelcinematicuniverse/images/9/9d/Black_Panther_Textless_Character_Poster_03.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20171201051947)(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bd/6a/0f/bd6a0fa70e332d76bff951c68fdf39bd--halo-game-halo-cosplay.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Tyree Bronwell Ordo<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Jedi Temple - Main Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Attending the ceremony &gt; Beginning the rest of his life</span>[/hr]<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> In the morning, his golden eyes snapped open, and his lightsaber flew into his grasp, igniting into a pure silver blade and bathing the room in it's pale hue. His breathing was hard and sweat beaded his entire upper body. He looked around, taking a moment to focus himself. Then he realized, he was in his room in the small suit he and the Old Man had been given until the Ceremony.<br/><br/> Tyree sighed and thumbed the switch on his saber, causing it to deactivate before dropping it on the bed. "I miss Kallor." Surprising to him, he actually did miss the alien world he'd been marooned on. It had been home for so long that he had no choice but to hold some sentimental memories. Once he was done reminiscing, he got ready for the day, and for the Ceremony.<br/><br/>---Several Hours Later---<br/>"Are you ready for this, Tyree? My son?" Even though Krell Ordo's (https://img00.deviantart.net/31c4/i/2014/337/0/5/commission__mandalorian_by_aiyeahhs-d88m8gy.jpg) voice was modified through his helmet's speaker, Ty could hear the pride in his voice. To know he felt such a way made the young man's heart swell. He would do right by the man who protected him and taught him how to protect himself for all these years. "I hunted a Rancor alone...I can handle this, Old Man." He knew Krell could sense the smirk hidden behind his helmet. As Yoda came to stand before them, Ty's head snapped to look at the small Jedi Master. Force power radiated from him like a geyser. It made Ty's pulse race. <em>"I want to fight him,"</em> he whispered to Master Krell. <br/><br/>"You'll lose." Krell's voice was matter of fact. He had no confidence that his adopted son could win against Yoda. That spoke volumes to Ty, but only made him want more. "I can take a loss against someone like him. The fight's what I want." In truth, it was a bad habit Ty had picked up. Living with one other person and constantly putting his life on the line had awakened something in him that liked to be stoked. He needed to challenge himself with worthy prey, or a worthy opponent. It was why he begged Krell to spar with him as often as he'd allow. He craved the challenge of bettering himself. "Master Yoda is not someone you can hope to challenge. Not for many years, young one." <br/><br/>"So I challenge him again and again until I beat him. Simple." Krell couldn't help but laughing at how straightforward his Padawan was. It was easy to guide him as he was a simple boy, and could easily be coaxed if needed. Also as long as you were firm, he didn't tend to disobey. "Fine. I see I'm not gonna make you think any different, kid. I'll talk to Master Yoda when I can. See if he can put in a few minutes to teach you why you shouldn't immediately try to Force Jump to the peak of a mountain." The two hushed up as Yoda began to speak, while Ty looked around, taking note of everyone in the room. Even their positioning. Out of respect for the Grandmaster, he and Krell (https://www.theamericanfashion.com/product_images/x/243/Idris-Elba-The-Dark-Tower-Roland-Deschain-Leather-Coat__50590_std.jpg) both removed their helmets; holding them at their sides.<br/><br/> He'd been back in civilization...<em>almost</em> a week now? Ty felt nervous surrounded by this many people; he had to keep his anxiety hidden from the Force, so no one Master or otherwise would realize. His instincts had been honed almost his entire life on a planet that was Jungle, Forest, Ocean, every climate. Creatures of every type. Challenges and struggles often. He wasn't used to...society and other intelligent life aside from Krell. It unnerved him, and any minute he expected someone to challenge him. And he would have to prove he was the best, like always. The moment came and went though; Master Yoda continued to speak. Ty kept listening. He could feel the people around him. Their presences in the Force all differing, but all as clear as day to him. <br/><br/>So many strong Jedi were here he had to focus so he wouldn't get drawn by their power. Finally, Yoda passed the torch and another Master spoke. Tyree listened to every single word though, his attention not wavering in the slightest as everything he'd be doing was explained to him. Krell had always said if you didn't pay <br/>attention; you die. Plain and simple. So even with something so simple, Ty made sure he did nothing but that. When it came time for his true welcoming into the Order as a Padawan, he went to stand with Krell Ordo on one of the dias'. They had been chosen for each other many years ago; seeming as if the Force itself aided in the pairing. Once he received his robes, Ty simply slipped them on over his armor, like Krell; then he placed his helmet back on his head, listening to the familiar HISS of the vacuum seal locking into place.  The two said a few words, then snapped their heads forward, causing a crack to echo around them from their helmets colliding. "I'll see you soon, Old Man." Turning, he followed the droid along with the other Padawans, curious as to see what his new life would be like.<br/><br/></span>