Swirls of deep blue and milky white surrounded the Republican transport as Catelle travelled through the hyperspace tunnel with a group of unfamiliar people. Each person had a friendly face and a kind smile every time they looked at the fretting youngling, however, none of their smiles could calm her nerves or ease her consciousness. She was trying so hard not to think about the life she left behind (knowing it would only lead to tears) but the occasional thought would creep up on her like an assassin in the dark of night, almost bringing her to tears once more.

"Approaching Coruscant!" The pilot, who Catelle had learned was called Yreva, called out from the cockpit. "Prepare to exit hyperspace!"

At the call of this, Master Plo Koon returned to his seat next to the child and the co-pilot (who was not doing a very good job) made his way back to his seat. Muffled argument could be heard from the cockpit between the two pilots on board. Something about 'it being called the cockpit for a reason', the argument didn't last long as Plo Koon told them to keep their focus on returning to Coruscant safely. This action made Catelle smile slightly as the male pilot instantly shut his mouth, stupid misogynistic patriarchy.

With a slight grunt, Yreva called out again, "Exiting hyperspace in 3, 2, 1." Pulling up the same lever that she had pulled down to enter hyperspace, the galactic swirls that had previously encompassed the ship elongated into white streaks as the ship came out of hyperspace with a sudden jolt- nearly knocking Catelle out of her seat.

As the beautiful stars returned to the vast vacuum of space once more, a new thing was added to the view. A planet. A planet that looked like it was made from lights. Coruscant. It was nothing like the green and blue terrestrial appearance of Alderaan, where water would lie city lights had replaced it. A complete city planet as she had heard. A they approached and entered the atmosphere of the city, the young girl automatically noticed how different this place was to where she grew up. The whole bustling of the industrial planet was overwhelming for little Catelle, to say the very least. No grass or trees. Or sea or sand. Just buildings and speeders in place of greenery, mixed with the fumes of suffering that lingered in the air from the lower levels. Weaving it's way through the traffic, the transport slowly began to feel like the only familiar thing to Catelle.

"We're about a minute out from the Jedi temple, Master Plo." The male pilot, who Catelle had quickly learned was called Griff, called out having been silent for the majority of the flight back. The Jedi master nodded in response and placed a hand on Catelle's shoulder.

"Do not be afraid, little one, I can sense your fear rising." He attempted to offer comforting words towards the fearful youngling, sometimes Catelle forgot that Jedi had heightened senses and could sense her internal conflict.

"I'm not afraid," Lies, "I'm just eager with anticipation," Lies again, "The Jedi temple seems exciting!" Another lie.

Plo Koon looked unconvinced as he raised an eyebrow but decided to not push for the truth having sensed her elevated anxiety. Instead, he stood up and wandered over to the cockpit and stood in between the pilot and co-pilot seat- watching as the ship approached the Jedi landing platform. With a gentle sigh, Catelle stood up from her position on the bench and sheepishly walked over to Plo Koon- standing next to him at a slight distance. Wow. There was no denying that the Jedi temple was breathtakingly outstanding from first sight. Each of the five spires that emerged from what seemed to be the main building stood proudly in the Coruscant sky. For a respectable temple, it seemed to be very show off ish. Not many people could be seen wandering around the temple, perhaps the odd personnel or guard as they approached the hangar.

"It's truly beautiful, sir." Catelle murmured, in awe of the temple's magnificence. Her eyes scanned the temple as she spoke.

"Yes, I agree." Plo Koon looked down at her with a parental eye, having already formed a bond with the youngling.

"I hate to break up the art show," Yreva interrupted, smiling slightly, "But we're entering the hangar."

"Thank you, Yreva." The Jedi nodded and walked back to his seat followed closely by Catelle. As the ship landed in the temple, a familiarly large pit formed in the little girl's stomach. Where she was and what she left behind felt like lightyears apart from each other, as much as they weren't.

Slowly embarking off the ship, Catelle looked around at the relatively empty hangar. The arrival to the homeplace of the Jedi did not feel expected, anyone could tell that due to the sheer lack of people in the landing area. What Catelle had assumed would be full of life, people bustling around just like in the outside city, was relatively quiet. This only added to her uneasy feeling. This feeling however was quickly resolved by Master Plo Koon reaching down for her hand to hold it in a comforting manner. Looking up at him, Catelle smiled graciously and she squeezed his hand tightly. Returning a nod to her, the Jedi began to lead the youngling through the temple.

As Master Plo led her cautiously into the hallways, Catelle gazed up at the tall, elegant walls that towered above her- the Jedi temple could not seem any further away from home. Each door led to somewhere unfamiliar, each turn showed a place that seemed different from the other and each wall told a different story. This temple had been standing for...well...force knows how long and so many Jedi had passed through these same halls that Catelle was travelling through at that moment.

"Um, Master Jedi sir? Where are we going?" The child questioned, tugging down on his arm to grab his attention.

"To the council room, young one. The Jedi council will be eager to speak to you," Plo responded with comfort. Fear began to heighten in young Catelle, the Jedi sensed this obvious change in emotions and squeezed her hand gently, "But do not be afraid. Everything will be alright."

Catelle nodded with a slight smile as the pair walked down the temple corridors. Catelle had taken a certain liking to Plo Koon, he had been so kind to her in her times of fear and anxiousness. Kindness she had only felt with her parents. Well, at least she had someone that would keep her safe. He promised.

After a minute or two of silent walking, the duo arrived outside the council room. Plo Koon entered the doors first, instructing Catelle to wait outside momentarily. Catelle nodded that seeming to be her only available answer and leant against the wall. All this time, the only home that she had ever known was Aldera and now a Jedi popped out from nowhere and whisked her away to an entirely new planet. The situation was absolutely undesirable. A minute or so passed before the doors to the council room reopened and Master Plo stood in the doorway, beckoning the girl inside. Catelle smiled at him and walked inside to the centre of the bright council room.

As she looked around the room she was met with the eyes of the Jedi masters. They all seemed rather calm and relaxed but no surprise there, this must be regular business for them. As she reached the centre of the room, the prying eyes that were gazing upon her appeased. Without knowing the etiquette, Catelle bowed quite awkwardly- I mean, that seemed like the right thing to do?

"At ease, young one." A female voice muttered from the circle.

Instantly, her shoulders relaxed as well as her posture. Etiquette was never really her forte. She watched as Master Plo took his place in his seat, at least one comforting soul was present. Everyone else felt alien to the girl, and quite frankly they were.

"We have put much thought into your situation, young Vereya." The voice of who Catelle would soon learn was Master Windu called from his seat in the circle. "The force is strong with you."

"Gentle, you seem to be. But powerful, Master Plo Koon says you are." The backwards voice of a little green being puzzled Catelle briefly, but instead she nodded respectfully as to not show reaction. "Compassion, you show. But attachment I feel."

"The youngling did have a difficult time separating from her parents but ultimately she did it. And bravely too." Plo Koon advocated for Catelle, he truly believed in her.

"She was bound to show some form of attachment to her parents before leaving," A female Togruta by the name of Shaak Ti spoke up, "She had been with them for so long. This should not affect our decision, Master Yoda."

"She is right." Master Adi Gallia spoke after. It was people were deciding Catelle's fate in front of her all over again.

"Right you are. Affect our decision, it does not." Yoda nodded at Plo and Mace for confirmation before uttering his next words.

"Trained as a Jedi, you will be."

A smile slowly began to creep onto her face as a wave of relief washed over her. She was so terrified that she would be denied the opportunity to train as a Jedi or to join their ranks. Reassuring smiles were given across the whole council as Master Yoda opened his small mouth to speak again.

"Basic training, you will have. Then Padawan to Master Plo Koon, you will be." He said with a slight etch of a smile creeping upon his face.

"Thank you, Masters." Catelle said through a bow, feeling that is was appropriate to do so.

A few seconds passed before she realised that she was free to go, leaving with a spring in her step. As she stepped out the doors she let out a long awaited sigh of relief. She was going to be trained as a Jedi. She was going to do something good for the world.

No, not just the world.

The galaxy.

As she began back down the unfamiliar corridors, unsure of where she was actually supposed to be heading, she stopped in her tracks- having accidentally collided with someone. Well, two people in actual fact. Instead of moving out of the way like any sane person would do she simply stood there in hopes that they would just go around her. When they showed no signs of moving, Catelle had already had time to examine them. One of them was a tall man, his hair was a shade of brown with grey hairs seeping in and he wore a beard that made him look wise and serious. And the other person was an auburn haired man who sported a braid hanging from his right ear and a small ponytail on the back of his head. Well, young Catelle thought that this hairstyle was rather funny looking but chose not to comment.

"I am so deeply sorry for bumping into you two." Catelle muttered after a silence that went on for longer than it should have.

"Don't worry, little one. My padawan and I were in no rush." The Jedi introduced the man next to him as his padawan. Catelle only hoped she didn't have to cut her hair like that to qualify.

"Right, well. I simply don't know these halls well enough and I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings." The girl attempted to defend herself when there was truly no need.

"Oh, you're new to the temple? What's your name, youngling?" The Jedi spoke once more, crouching down to her level.

"I'm Catelle. Catelle Vereya." She extended her hand for the Jedi Master to shake, assuming it polite. Thankfully, he shook it.

"Very pleased to meet you, Catelle. I am Qui-Gon Jinn, and this is my padawan." He said indicating for the person next to him to introduce himself.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi." The padawan said with a smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Catelle responded with a smile, "Should there be somewhere you should be going? Not that I don't enjoy your company, I just assumed that you were heading somewhere and not just wandering like I was. Why am I still talking?" Catelle had seemed to ramble on, that being an excited trait of hers.

Qui-Gon laughed slightly, "You ramble, young Catelle, but you are correct. We should be going." Qui-Gon stated as he began to walk off.

"It was nice meeting you." Obi-Wan spoke to Catelle before running off after his master.

Catelle's eyes followed them as they faded from view. She shook her head slightly, laughing as she turned around and began wandering aimlessly around the halls of the Jedi temple.

Or should she say...

Home.