[ WP ] Not all force users pass the Jedi trials . You are a young padawan waiting for your food at the cafeteria .

For some the temple has been a home, but the luckiest of all are the ones who are chosen to leave. I have watched them, seventeen of my class of twenty who have found masters, left on travels and returned with tales of adventure and wisdom. 
 
 They have come back stronger, more sure of themselves and their powers, but for those left behind, we stagnate, trapped in classes and teaching younglings to recite scripture by rote. Slowly, as time after time I was passed over, I became saddened and eventually, angry. 
 
 Once I was chosen by a young Jedi, although in truth I think it was Master Yoda who asked if they would take me. I was already sixteen and by then some of my former friends had even taken the trials, but I had lagged, my attention to my studies lax. She was called Mei Re-Woo, a Tellaxian and a strong Jedi, but we could not mesh. 
 
 I struggled to follow my master's commands, seeing little sense in them, until at last there was a serious mistake. We had followed a smuggling ring to Axor Prime and she asked me to wait, to guard a door while she entered a Opine Den, to seek a contact within. Instead I grew bored and wandered away, seeing little threat in the drugged patrons, but they were not the threat. 
 
 A group of Rhodians slid in while I was away, summoned by the owner who had little love for Jedi and without my warning, they nearly killed my master. I found her body, dumped in a sewer and it was more luck than faith in the force that allowed me to get her off world and back to Coruscant alive. 
 
 It was nearly a year of bacta treatment before she would see me, to allow me to apologise, but when the time came I could not. Her face had healed, but still showed the signs of where it had melted and without a word I fled her room and no longer petitioned to see her. I was a coward and everyone knew the truth. 
 
 I returned to my life in the temple, but from then I was never even considered to become a padawan and no one asked any questions as to why. I simply lived, completed my studies, are, slept and aged, until at last I was given the right to take the trials and earn my way to becoming a Jedi. 
 
 At twenty one all Jedi may take the trials, although you only have a single chance and may wait and continue to learn if you choose. Some long-lived species choose to stay for hundreds of years as a trainee, or a padawan, but for me, it was my escape, my chance to prove that I was not what they all called me behind my back. 
 
 I am told that for each padawan the trial is different, as each must prove themselves in a different way. I was summoned to the great council room to learn what form mine would take, but on arrival I found the door open and the internals dark and empty. 
 
 Except... it was not empty. At the far side, sitting in Master Yoda's chair, there was a form, my old Master, Re-Woo. She sat, the breather held carefully in one hand and a light saber in the other. Transfixed and horrified I tried to turn, but the doors behind me had sealed and with no choice left, I walked forward and into the room. 
 
 She watched as I approached and then, as I neared the centre of the room, her hand rose and the lightsaber flashed forward. I closed my eyes, waiting to hear the thrum as it ignited, but there was nothing and at last, I opened my eyes. It hovered, waiting for me in mid air, unlit, my old master keeping it steady with the force. 
 
 Her voice cracked out now, the voxbox grating it with a metallic edge as it amplified what remained of her natural voice. `` Take it. Take the lightsaber.'' 
 
 Hesitantly I reached forward and took it, only to find that the moment my hand seized it I was dragged forward, pulled towards my master with an inevitability that could not be withheld. Now I was close, able to see her clearly and unable to look away from the destroyed features which had once smiled at me with warmth and friendship. A friendship I had betrayed and allowed to burn and which bacta could not heal. 
 
 `` Why... what is this trial?'' My voice cracked and wobbled, full of fear. 
 
 A smile seemed to play on her lips as she looked up at me. `` It is time...'' She paused for breath. ``... to take responsibility for your actions padawan. It is time to end my suffering.'' 
 
 I felt myself released and stepped back immediately. `` No, I... I can not Master. I am so sorry. I did not mean to abandon you, i did not mean to betray you. I was weak, stupid and I did this, I *caused* this.'' 
 
 She shook her head slowly. `` I had so little chance to teach you, but this lesson is one you must learn. What happened was the *will* of the force, but it is *your* responsibility to follow through. Kill me, end my suffering and show that you have leaned a lesson here.'' 
 
 My finger pushed down and the room was filled with the blue glow of her blade. My own lightsaber had been left in my room, but it was no match for this weapon, with no variance to the blade at all, showing only the flawless workmanship that my master should have turned into a lifetime of service. 
 
 I looked down at her and she closed her eyes, ready for me to take my action. This was my test, this was my moment. 
 
 The hilt clattered down to the floor, the noise echoing behind me as I fled the chamber. I did not return to my own room, nor return the greeting of the few who cared to acknowledge me as I passed them. Instead I walked to the lower hanger, where the transport ships were spared and quickly greeted the shipclerk on duty. 
 
 I raised m hand in greeting, but avoided his eye. `` You are needed by Master Windu, he wishes to discuss his personal craft.'' 
 
 The Clerk frowned. `` I can not leave my post young one, the Master knows that.'' 
 
 I nodded. `` I am to remain here until you return, it is very urgent.'' 
 
 For a moment it seemed as if he would hesitate, but at last he smiled and stood. `` Probably wants a better droid again, he's never happy.'' In a moment he had walked away and as the door slid shut I slipped into the hanger and toggled the main bay doors. 
 
 The radio squawked with messages as I pushed through the atmosphere, looking for minimum height and then fell silent as I moved to full speed and out, past the Couruscant lane markers. I had never flows so far by myself, but there was one more step to take. 
 
 The navicompuer plotted a course quickly and in moments we were read to leave, but my hand paused on the handle. This was the end of a life for me, but it was a life that had held so very little. When I pulled the handle, it was with no regrets.
