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Warnings: Eventually m/m between mc and Kavar
Kavar's POV
It was rare to find him on Dantooine outside of Council meetings. More often than not he was dealing with conflicts and acting as negotiator. As the youngest Weapon's Master his services were well sought after. Due to this he rarely saw a break and had about burned himself out on missions.
That was what led for him to ask that he be given a month's break from mission. Short of it being an emergency that had to be resolved immediately he was not leaving Dantooine. Maybe while he was here he would find an apprentice to work with.
While not interested in taking a padawan he wouldn't mind guiding a young apprentice. It would start them down the path of possibly becoming a Weapon's Master. Padawans were too much work and time for him. His busy schedule rarely allowed him time for himself much less another living being.
Currently he was headed to the Training Halls to visit Vrook. The old master had requested his presence as soon as he landed. What for was anyone's guess. If Kavar had to guess it was likely due to the brewing war between the Republic and the Mandalorians.
A peace missions was what he had just returned from. Failed negotiations between the two parties showed increased hostilities. Soon it would break out into all out war.
The Jedi Council had already decided against interfering. They would allow the Republic to deal with the Mandalorians on their own. It was not the Jedis responsibility to act as warriors.
It was not something he agreed with but Kavar would not go against the will of the Council. They made their decisions for a reason. Something not all of the younglings understood if their eyes were any indication.
Out of all the younglings and younger Knights or padawans he suspected that Revan and Malak would go against the Council. Their charisma would allow others to follow them. How many would stay was the question. Not how many would follow.
As he entered the Training Halls he noted there was a padawan speaking with Vrook. The padawan was human with dirty blond hair. He was tall close to six foot with lean muscle. Without seeing his face Kavar would guess the padawan was in his late teens or early twenties. Most likely getting last minute instruction before he took his trials.
Something that surprised him was how muted the boy's presence was. It was as if he wasn't really there. An odd thing to think given that Kavar could see him with his own eyes.
Then the boy turned as if sensing his curious eyes. The deepest blue eyes he had ever seen met his own sky blue. It took a long moment but he felt recognition go through him.
The one he thought to be in his late teens was still just a child. At just 16 standard years Lukas Lambert a prodigy much like Revan was though much quieter. If Kavar remembered correctly he was well on his way to becoming a guardian.
Kavar also remembered how bright of a presence the boy used to have. That no matter how much they tried to teach him control it stayed just as bright as ever. What happened to dull it so significantly?
Lambert bowed as he greeted, "Master Kavar. If you will excuse me I have duties to attend."
With that the boy disappeared. When he was out of sight Kavar could no longer sense his presence. It was as if he was gone completely from the world.
Kavar said pointing to the door the boy disappeared out of, "That's not normal. What happened to Padawan Lambert?"
Vrook said pinching the bridge of his nose in a rare show of agitation, "He's been like that since the loss of his master two years ago. Tracking him down is next to impossible. To even meet with him you have to find him during training times."
Kavar questioned hiding his wince of sympathy for the boy, "Why not send him to soul healers? Surely they could do something for him?"
"Tried that," sighed Vrook, "He wont open up to them in the Force or otherwise. And they wont force the issue as you well know. Trying to pair him with another master has ended in disaster several times. Honestly the Council doesnt know what else to do with him."
Oh no. Kavar had a sneaking suspicion now of why the Council agreed so easily his request. They wanted him to take on a padawan and here was one no one that no one could control.
"No," denied the younger master immediately.
Vrook raised an eyebrow as he said, "I havent asked anything of you, yet."
Kavar reaffirmed, "You dont have to. I know the games you and the others like to play. The answer is absolutely not. I have no intentions of now or ever taking a padawan."
Vrook replied calmly, "That's what we all say. At least while you're here look at them. There might be one or two who'll surprise you. Maybe even enough to change your mind."
Lambert's POV
It was interesting to see Kni... well Master now, Kavar again. At ten years his senior Kavar had just been Knighted when Lukas entered the temple. More than once during his early training the man had taken to instructing him personally.
Kavar to date has never taken a student and before Lukas's master's murder he would have wanted Kavar to be it. His master had been murdered by fellow Jedi Masters. They had seen his potential in the ability to hide himself. To make his presence invisible unless he was right on top of them.
Revan and Alek was one of the few people he respected. It wasnt trust but Lukas did allow them to get close. Far closer than anyone could say they were allowed.
Vrook didnt exactly like him but he did try to help Lukas. The young man didnt allow Vrook to try. No one wanted to understand him. All they wanted was to fix what was "wrong" with him in their eyes.
More than once Vrook tried to force him to see mind healers. While he went to the meetings he refused to say anything. It annoyed the masters but they couldnt force him to speak. There was no telling which masters worked with the one's that killed his master. They would do everything they could to get him to cooperate.
Lukas was heading towards one of the lesser used training rooms. This particular room also had a variety of different melee weapons. Besides his lightsaber his favorite weapon a vibrosword.
Using the little known hallways he swiftly made his way to the training room. Immediately Lukas discarded his robe so that he was in his black tshirt and pants. Then he unhooked his lightsaber.
Taking up the first Soresu kata Lukas went through the motions. Soresu rarely saw any practice anymore. It was developed during the widespread emergence of blasters as an offensive weapon.
Lukas was still unsure if he would be joining Revan in his determination to help the Republic. It did not hurt to be prepared however.
Moving through the form's katas he fell into the Force. It was an awkward, painful embrace as he avoided using the Force for the most part. Avoiding the Force was becoming harder and harder.
Lukas's relationship with it had become strained ever since lost his master. Pain always laced through him when he fell into the Force. Images flashed through his mind with the fear. Blaster fire sung in his ears and his lightsaber flashed trying to block it.
So lost in his own pain and visions he did not hear door open. He could hear yells from a familiar voice. That was Revan. He was barking orders to people he couldn't see.
Something came at Lukas and immediately he switched from Soresu to Makashi. Fluidly he blocked several strikes that he couldn't see. He blocked strikes that were not of a lightsaber for. Instead it was seemed to be that of a vibroblade.
Suddenly a presence encased his within the Force. It was unfamiliar and he struggled against it. What? Who? No he couldn't allow this to happen.
Lukas raised his lightsaber blindly against the other. Then he felt it be pulled from his gasp.
A voice called out firmly, "Lambert... Lambert... Lukas!"
The use of his given name brought him out of the vision. Images were blinked away and he found Kavar standing there. In the man's hand was Lukas's lightsaber unlit. The two shades of blue eyes clashed as Lukas tried to remember where he was. This was another reason that he trained so far away from everyone else. He feared that he would hurt someone on accident.
He demanded with a growl, "Return my lightsaber, Master Kavar. You should not have startled me like that."
The Force presence shifted and the doors to the room shut and were locked. A deep growl escaped Lukas that didnt seem to gaze the Weapon's Master. Instead the man's presence returned to encase him.
The master said calmly but firmly, "I'm afraid not youngling. I can see that it is not safe to allow you to roam the halls as you are. You could very well hurt someone in your state."
Lukas's eyes narrowed as he snapped, "You have no right to stop me."
"Actually I do," returned the man easily, "As a Master I have a duty to protect the younglings including yourself. So we will stay in here until you've calmed down."
"I am calm," ground out Lukas.
Kavar said as his Force presence ran over him, "No you're not. I can feel your agitation and fear."
Bastard! He was the same as everyone else! He didnt want to understand Lukas and why he acted as he did. All he wanted was to change him.
Kavar clipped Lukas's lightsaber onto his belt next to his own. Slowly he moved to where the practice swords were. He pulled out two wooden blades and threw one to Lukas who caught it easily.
Then he explained, "If you can knock me down then I'll let you leave. Otherwise you're not leaving until you're calm."
Fine if that's how he wanted to play then he would play. The padawan lunged at Kavar who sidestepped him. A gentle touch to his hip corrected his form.
There was another strike that was blocked easily by the Weapons Master. It was followed swiftly by a form correction. The two fell easily into Makashi and gentle corrections followed. Lukas's presence in the Force calmed as they practice blades cracked against each other.
Kavar suddenly stepped within his guard throwing off his tempo. He was knocked off his feet by the master. Lukas jumped back up to his feet and their swords cracked again. Their swords cracked again and Kavar went back to correcting his form.
Breathing slowed as he stepped back and took a defensive stance. Kavar smiled gently as his own stance changed becoming more offensive. He struggled to block the strikes as he was surprised by the man's strength.
Kavar still called out his corrections to Lukas's form. The two continued to circle and each other. More than once he had to block a quick strike. The burning of his arms kept his mind sharp.
Then Kavar stepped away lowering his sword. He smiled and gently said, "There you're calm now."
Lukas felt the presence unlock the doors and hesitantly stayed away from him. For a moment he glanced at the door considering his option. Then he fell back into he defensive stance.
Kavar's presence showed his surprise but he returned to his own stance. Then once again they were sparring and Lukas received gentle corrections.