"Maraina... do you really think she is ready?" spoke the Jedi Master to the woman who was known as a headmistress of the Jedi Academy on Naboo.<br/><br/>"I do not think, Dar'to. I know Terra Marson is ready to have a Jedi Knight take her as a Padawan. She has been ready for months, her training exceeding any of those in the academy," replied the one named Maraina, who spoke highly of the young woman, who was already of the age of twenty. The one named Terra, being at her age, was placed into the more advance students who have yet to be taken by a master. Yet, that day would certainly change for the young woman who displayed such elegance and skill for one of her standard. She sparred against a fellow classmate, a young boy of eighteen.<br/><br/>The two battled it on, welding none other then training lightsabers, though they couldn't sever limbs or pierce flesh, they still did burn. They raged back and forth within the training, appearing as if neither had the upper hand. Both parried and attacked, Terra blocking off his attack as she back flipped, thanks with assistance from the force, a few yards away. She expertly spun the training blade, which was nothing compared to the duo violet colored lightsabers she had brought to function over the time given at night to sleep. The work had been worthwhile, since she had constructed her very own twin lightsabers.<br/><br/>Eyes watched in both approval and with scowls as there were many, students and mentors alike, that watched in interest as Form V took place before them. Her preference with Form V took place with the fact she admired III's way of elegance, precision, and quick reflexives. But like younglings, they wished to learn how to fight with such ferocity that they focus primarily on offensive attacks more then defense. Then there were those who focused vice versa. But Terra was intent on holding a balance on a offensive and defensive way of learning.<br/><br/>As soon as she blocked an attack, she parried with a fierce one of their own, a cry emanating from the dark haired, young woman as she brought the lightsaber downward in a small arc, knocking the training blade out of the potential padawan's hand. The blade stopped just at his neck, where the victor stood and the young man admitted defeat. The two gazed into each others eyes for a few moments before the young woman broke out into a smile, calm, serene, and kind compared the fierce countenance she had on moments before. Drawing the saber, she held out her hand, helping the young man up before the two slowly walked out of the training room, where the spectators watched in interest before the crowd disintegrated.<br/><br/>Terra detached herself from her fellow friendly classmate, Kras who wandered off. She did as well, heading down the corridors as she slipped the training lightsaber into her belt, brushing her bangs away from her green eyes, which resembled much of the plush foliage on Felucia. Her skin was smooth, cream colored and full with her age of twenty. She stood at a decent height, 5'5" to be precise. Her attire consisted of a dirt brown tunic, with loose sleeves that reached her wrist, with beige pants underneath. She pulled on the reddish brown boots expected to be worn.<br/><br/>Her future Master was to arrive for her... this idea both nerved and excited the young woman, who was finally to obtain the title as Padawan.<br/><br/>"Padawan Terra..." she whispered, placing on her belt as she gazed at the cot that she had laid on for so many nights... since she was eight years old. She recalled the night she arrived at the Academy, her parents had been no where to be found, or that had been what the man had told her and her mentors. With her ability to use the force to her own ability, she was admitted without hesitation. From then on, she trained in the ways of the force, to become a Jedi, if she was permitted.<br/><br/>Those years of training would pay off, she was confident in this belief. Terra closed her eyes, smiling to herself. But she would sure as hell as miss this place... which had been her home where her true home was no where to be found. She shifted the back over her shoulder, glancing her room as she moved through the sliding doors. It then shut as she moved away, down the corridors as she gazed outside the many windows of the corridor, various ships zooming by at either moderate or a slower speed. The day was beautiful as always, the skies blue, adorned by the occasional sky.<br/><br/>Truly, the day reflected her mood.<br/><br/>Approaching the main room, she immediately spotted the headmistress of the Academy that would be watching her, another student, to be brought under the wing of a Jedi Knight.