From the perspective of Ahsoka.

  I was watg Nizzal alongside my master, as she shouted with a reddening fato the unicator on her colr. She even tried to pull it off, but the thing was actually made from beskar. It was also created in a way, that even with the help of the force, you couldn't dismember it from the inside, as it was made from a single piece of solid beskar. It was an ingenious design, or at least that was what Anakin told me.

  I sighed...

  -Nizzy, it's time to get a grip. You may need your stamina ter. Don't waste it on cursing...

  She stopped grumpily after she heard my voice. I could see teardrops at the edge of her eyes for a sed, threatening to fall, but she blihem away stubbornly. She was frustrated and fused at the moment, as her anger began to give way to other feelings. It was strao see so maions on one person in such a short time period. Or at least it was strao me.

  The jedi, even the padawans and the younglings, were usually very disected from the events that were happening around them, at least emotionally. It eaceful state of mind for sure. At least, more peaceful, than the average citizen's life, when there was not a gaxy-wide war raging around, so you guessed it, right. That time was ly now.

  I two years, I kind of realized what made me so quickly and heavily attached to this stupid twi'lek. She was simply more, present, more alive. She wasn't afraid to show her emotions to the world, and she didn't care about anyone's judgment. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and in her own unique way. That didn't mean she did anything that would make others unfortable or hurt, except when there was no other choice left for her.

  She just lived her life, while leaving others to live their own. She didn't judge anyone around her, because they tried to block her way or take her freedom away. She didn't try to fight with them either. That was always the st resort, and never unprovoked.

  The Jedi cil acted, and still acts towards her, impatiently and stubbornly while still trying to capture her. Yet she simply accepted this faot even showing the slightest hate towards them. She just accepted their decision, adapted to it, but still tio follow her own lifestyle and principles. Never even thinking of ging her ways, more than it was entirely necessary, and only until the very moment she was forced to do so.

  She did it in the e army, in the jedi temple, in the captivity of some random pirate group. Then again in the jedi temple, and now here, in the pace of a Zyggerian queen. However strange and dangerous a situatios into. She always finds a way to make it bearable, and if she help it, she never chooses to front anyone or anything head-on. She was much more of a peacekeeper than most of the present day jedi.

  As if she didn't truly care that she was being turned into a sve. Wasn't she angry that she had to waste her life here? I mean, she is young, but life is ly loher. I couldn't uand how someone could have a "go with the flow" mio this degree. At least not until yesterday. Her statement wasn't able to pletely sink into my sciousness yet... But this gray twi'lek was actually thousands of years old. She was that old, and still had the body of a kid. e to think of it, how is that exactly possible? She was saying that her body is thirteen years old... Only her mind is older?

  A strahought appeared in my mind, that made me really unfortable. With my resear the jedi library, I spent hundreds of hours there, reading through a dots. Some were so old, that it were actually written on paper. They were sealed in gss tablets to save it from further oxidation and other types of degradation. These a dots were from the time of the old republid even before that. And they were not that well sored, more like not at all. Back then, the rank of a jedi padawan was taken much more seriously. You could have access to more dangerous and therefore, more effective force teiques.

  This is how, I mao actally find the description of a very effective Jar'Kai moviation teique, that I have sihen ied into my usual practices. Even master had to aowledge it, when I showed it to him.

  Moviation teiques were quite rare, as they were the first step to learning battle trance. Which is a really special teique, very effective and very hard to master. As a jedi, or jedi padawan, you are naturally depe on the force to a certain degree, this dependency varies from your emotional state, your state of mind, tiredness and many other factors which are stantly ging. Mastering at least oype of battle trance is the first quest that is issued for every newly knighted Jedi Guardian. As guardians are the official fighters and defenders of the order and the republic. There are two other paths you choose from. One is the Jedi sur and the other is the Jedi Sentinel.

  In simple terms, the guardians were mostly focused on utilizing lightsaber bat. The surs are mostly prioritizing the use of the ford civilized unication. While the sentinels were somewhere betweewo. Also, the sentinels are known for their unusual teiques and abilities like, hag, pig locks, pig pockets if needed, first aid, and any possible useful skill of basically any variety.

  Anyway, a battle trance is a teique that forces your mind into an ideal state to rely on the force's intuitions pletely. What is eveer is that you enter into a battle trance quickly. Okay... only if you master the teique to a certain level. But still! When you succeed, to do it properly, it feels like an actual cheat. I had mao learn it well enough to ehe battle tran uwo minutes. I keep it up for about five whole minutes and that means five minutes of invincibility in any battle or duel.

  The teique boosts the user's sense of dao an incredible high level. It's almost as if you see into the future for a few seds ahead. It is also very precise. I sense clearly where the attack is aimed at and how I o move to intercept or avoid it with the slightest effort. My mind at least, se. True mastery over the teique means that your body keep up with your mind, and you also have to prioritize which danger or attack to block or dodge first. Someone who is good at dueling will attack two or more different spots simultaneously. Or create bos that flow from oack to the other. Those are extremely hard to interpret and defend against it tinuously. Skyguy told me, that the best defense against such type of battle trance is to use your own against it. That way it will turn into a battle of attrition. The one who makes the first mistake loses.

  That, or simply be quicker than your enemy so much, that they fail to keep up with you. Easy for them to say...

  Anyway, if there is a need, I could keep up the teique for about twelve minutes. Sadly, that would tire me out so much that I wouldn't be able to fight after that for hours. Leaviirely vulnerable to any remaining enemy. This is why I made my five minute rule. Well, that and Master Obi-Wan took his sweet time lecturing me on this after Anakin boasted to him about the eique I picked up in the library. pletely missing the fact that I wasn't actually allowed to use such a teique as a padawan, well, I didn't know it either at that time. My master should probably still know such things.

  He is my master, after all. Then Obi-Wan told me, that the exact reason why it was banned from the eyes of the padawans was that it gave the user a false sense of invincibility. Well, I was guilty... and busted. Unexperienced users many times became intoxicated from the feeling which eventually led them to make stupid stunts or careless openings only to end up in an early grave. This is why in the present only proper jedi knights could access these types of teiques and masters of course...

  I had already memorized the teique, when they realized that I had mao get my hands on one, and si ure act they only lectured me for an hour a me go. They didn't even forbid me to tio practice it... probably they realized that it was a futile effort.

  That was the moment when Equ shouted that a ship was closing on the baly. All of us rushed out to the baly and watched as the clearly a ship quickly reached us and began to hover on the level of the baly while l its ramp. To our utmost surprise, a mandalorian woman was standing on the ramp. The woman even had a few pieces of beskar armor ptes attached to his otherwise typical mandalorian armor.

  I sneaked a gowards Nizzal. She wasn't surprised by this seemingly mandalorian pearing as our rescue team, so I decided to not bother about it either.

  Nizzal jumped first, she nded on the ramp without any problems. I decided to follow her, after me master levitated Equ over to the ramp, and at st he also jumped, nding on it without a hitch. He gave a suspicious look to the mandalorian, as if he wao ask something, but in the end dropped it, for now.

  We walked further ihe ship, in silence while following Nizzal's lead. The mandalorian woman was the st in the line. We all could sense as the ship began to accelerate, but not to the extent that it would be able to leave the ps gravitational field. We were not leaving this phat was clear to us.

  We soon reached a more spacious room, then sat down around a table following Nizzal's example. She seemed kind of drained since her emotional breakdown. I wasn't surprised, she thought, that she would have to die in unbelievable pain, only to be told that they fot to notify her, that there was no poison... What type of shithead fot to tell her something like that?

  She always seemed somewhat tired, but her current expression was of someone who had just won the gactic lottery only to realize that she lost the ticket somewhere.

  She sighed loudly, then asked.

  -The damn droid? Where is it?

  -He thought it more prudent to not wele you personally. ~Answered the mandalorian woman.

  -Of course it did... That little bastard... And who are you?

  -I am Laora Tring. I am a member of the Grey Guards. We had the fortuo meet before, for a short time. I didn't have my armor on back then, so I don't bme you for nnizing me. I am here to gratute you on this happy occasion.

  -... You are that woman, with that guy... who used my room for... Sigh... This day keeps gettier aer... Now you even gratuted me? For what? To not die from slowly killing poisons which didn't eve? Thanks, I guess it really warms my hearth... Do you know what else would have felt good? If you would take your precious time to notify me about the fact that you and your friends removed the poison.

  Said Nizzal, with thick sarcasm.

  -I uand yer and rightful disappoi in us. Lord Thirteenth, but hear me out, and you will uand its y. I have fidante information that I was told to...

  -You say it... I trust them... They already know many of my secrets. One more wouldn't make a difference, really.

  -As you wish. You have been chosen by the Immortal cve to be the Living Grandmaster. Your trials have been successful and the majority of the cve members have accepted you as the Living Grandmaster. Your initiation as the new Living Grandmaster will be held in the High Temple of the Order. It's location I am not allowed to enclose in front of anyone who is not a member of the order. Therefore, I will not say it here. I also think that you should already know its exact location.

  After that burst of information, a deathly silence desded on the room.

  Everyone looked at Nizzal, with a certain level of suspi, while waiting for her rea. Then she said.

  -What trials? What the hell are you talking about? Is this another shitty joke from HK? It's done I 've already decided to melt him down. Is this supposed to be a distra while I go on looking for this inicialization, he will get away again?

  -No, absolutely not. Let me expirials you have taken, and you will see.

  -Go ahead...

  -There are seven of the so called Grandmaster Trials: Trial of Emotions, Trial of Lies, Trial of Silerial of Vigirial of Blood, Trial of Servitude and Trial of Death.

  -First is the Trial of Emotions: Because one should know to do the right thing, even if it pains thi.

  -Sed is the Trial of Lies: Sensing the lies behind good iions is just as important as feeling the bloodlust behind your enemies bde.

  -Third is the Trial of Silence: When one speaks, thou shouldst speak words that are worthier than sileself.

  -Forth orial of Vigince: Even the mightiest of warriors fall, from the ck of caution.

  -Fifth orial of Blood: Without the will to act, power and knowledge are meaningless.

  -Sixth orial of Servitude: For those with great power to serve who entrust it to thee, thine must.

  -And the seventh is the Trial of Death: To accept thine owh, is to shread the influence of fear.

  As Laora stopped her expnation, another wave of silence fell on the ship. It was broken by Nizzal this time, too.

  -You are actually serious? It would be an uncharacteristically plicated lie even from HK...

  -Because, it's not a lie.

  -Then tell me, how did I pass the third? Trial of Silence was it?

  -You didn't share any crucial information that would risk the order's future with anyone, evehreatened.

  -Well... e to think of it, that may actually be true until now... Since you have shared quite a bit of information in front of them!

  -You told me that you trusted them, so I decided to trust your judgment.

  -...

  -...

  -...

  -...

  Anakin chose that moment to swiftly interrupt their banter, hoping to gain more knowledge of their order from this clearly more outspoken person.

  -So what is this Immortal cve?

  -It is exactly what it sounds. ~Said Nizzal with an amused shake of her head to Anakin's surprise. - They are the dead masters of my order, who have managed or decided tain their sciousness after death. They are immortals, spirits of the force, if you like that descriptioer. They are called the Immortal cve.

  -What are you talking about? How would anyain their sciousness after death? What kind of nonsense are you spewing! That is impossible!

  Shouted my master, suddenly, hearing this shog expnation.

  -Everything we ever learned from the force states that the dead return to the energy of the force, and that is it... And believe me, I would know if there was something like that in the archive! I looked into this topic, quite deeply, searched all the holos, that I could find, in the jedi order's library!

  -I don't care, if you believe it or not, you asked a question, I gave you my answer. Do with it what you want. I must say though, that the Jedi order, truly wandered far from its path, to even fet about this essential knowledge. A pity it is.

  I decided to ask my owion, too.

  -What did you mean, Laora, by saying that Nizzal would bee the Living Grandmaster?

  This time Laave the answer, and as Nizzal was still exging words with Anakin, who seemed to mao annoy her with his obvious disbelief and rude scepticism. He was calling her a lier, and it was kind of rude...

  -In our order, there are always two grandmasters at the same time. One from the living and one from the dead. This way, tradition which represents stagnation, exist in tandem with revolution, which represents ge. The Last Living Grandmaster was Nizzals master, Joseph Grey, who passed away two years ago.

  -Wait... How, how that be? I don't remember anything from this whole grandmaster thing? I should know about this, since I have his memories! ~Nizzal interrupted our versation with a sudden spike in annoyand suspi.

  Wait, she has his memories? What?

  -The Grandmaster of the order, knows a teique to manually ge the archives information. It only be used with both the grandmasters blessing and prese was simply ged or sealed away in the memories before you got them.

  My master asked another question after hearing that.

  -ged memories? Before she got them? Are you saying that you ge peoples memories and share them between your members as you please? Are you insane?

  Laora looked at him with a cat like smirk.

  -Of course not. There are much more serious restris on how to do it.

  -I thought so... ~Said Anakin, then stopped as he realized what she actually told him. -Wait, you mean that you actually do that?

  So, this is how Nizzal must have got her memories making her mentally older in the process! That means she is actually just a thirteen year old girl, with a lot of memories, information pressed into her brain... But... aren't memories what make up your personality? Isn't that saying that her personality had been pletely ged by those new memories? They must have turned her into a different person... That is just cruel and inhuman...

  A memory of Nizzal from our short time that we served ba the Venator came to my mind, while she was asleep and in her sleep g for her lost master... Even back then I noticed that her void choice of words were very different, more suffit for her actual age. Yet I didn't think muto it, thinking that it was only because she was dreaming... Now, it seems that that was her actual personality... without all of those semories weighing down on her psyche... This is infuriating...