Star Wars: Arcturus (Jedi Master Eeth Koth/ Padawan Raven Trebeck)

[Livia Yoran]

OOC: This thread is based upon several years of spanking-related SW role-playing, but you need not have read any of this, promise!

Jedi Master Eeth Koth is canon (he‘s a member of the Jedi High Council in the first SW prequel), the rest – including his padawans – is not. Raven is Eeth‘s second padawan; at the time of this thread, he‘s in his late fourties while Raven is eighteen.

You don‘t need to know much more than this to understand our thread, but if you are interested in background information, other role-plays or fan fics about Eeth and Raven,
• the cast of characters is described here: https://animeotk.com/forum/showthrea...html?p=2798458
• our first-ever thread in which Eeth takes on Raven as his padawan learner can be found here: https://animeotk.com/forum/downloads...o=file&id=2380 (we will publish more of our earlier threads soon)
• our first Eeth/Raven thread on AnimeOTK (this one is the second) can be found here: https://animeotk.com/forum/showthrea...edi-26112.html
• further stories about Eeth, either as a padawan or as a master to his first and third padawans, can be found here: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/3677253/

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Master Eeth Koth left the council chamber, glancing at his wrist chronometer. He had ninety minutes left to find his padawan, pack and make his way to hangar 2 where a spaceship was being prepared for them. Said padawan, however, was currently teaching an initiates’ sparring class. Eeth pondered calling her out of it, as he had done on previous similar occasions, but reconsidered. She was due to be back at their quarters in about an hour. If he packed for her, they would still have more than enough time. After about thirty-five years of mission experience, Eeth could pack in two minutes if necessary. He would even have time to collect the perishable food items from the cooler and kitchen cupboards and have a droid take them to the Temple kitchens.

[Raven.]

Meanwhile Raven had her hands full. She enjoyed teaching the younger initiates, they were usually so animated, energetic and for the most part, eager to learn. This made her smile.

“Jaral, keep your eye on your opponent or you’ll get a flat nose.” Well, flatter than it already was, she thought in amusement, as the Mon Calamarian boy did not exactly have a lot there to flatten. “Good,” she nodded in approval when he once again focused.

She walked between each set of students correcting and offering advice on how to improve, just as she had seen Eeth do countless times. Teaching had come naturally to her. Having spent her entire life in the temple being taught, passing that on seemed only natural and so when it came time for her to take classes the girl happily did so. There was only one part of teaching that she didn’t enjoy…

“Kem! What did I tell you about doing that?” she scolded the girl in a firm but calm tone.

The human girl stopped in her tracks and looked up. Last time she checked Padawan Raven had been on the other side of the room and nowhere near her. She glanced at her counterpart who was still reeling after having been pushed backwards into the wall by a rather uncontrolled Force push. “Um, not to,” came the small reply.

“Mhmm. Tell me why?” Raven pressed, as she silently scanned the boy for injuries.

The girl frowned. “Why is stupid. If I’m stuck and someone’s going to beat me, I’ll use anything I can to get out of it. Do you expect me to just let him win rather than use my skills? Pretty crappy strategy if you ask me.”

“You, little miss, are sorely testing my patience. Lose the attitude, now.” Raven paused at hearing those words come from her lips; Force, I’ve become my master. Still her tone and expression seemed to do the trick and her student lowered her gaze, if only slightly. “Firstly, I expect you to follow my instructions, whether you find them stupid or not is irrelevant, this is an initiates sparring class, not a lesson in Force manipulation. Secondly, you were given a warning, this is the second time I am speaking to you about this. Unacceptable. It appears that you are unable to follow my instructions so you can spend the remainder of your time running laps, now, disignight your saber and get going.”

The expression on Kem’s face was a mix of frustration and embarrassment. She was good at this class and although she could mildly see Raven’s point, her ego was a little tarnished. She stamped her foot and threw her saber to the floor, then stormed off to start her laps. By now others had begun to pay attention to the commotion.

Wordlessly, Raven picked up the girls training weapon and clipped it to her belt, she would address Kem’s outburst, but not now, now that girl needed to blow off some steam and she had eleven students who were in need of her attention. “C’mon, Squirt, you’re not injured, just a lil sore. Show me what you got?”

Raven was rewarded with a big smile as the boy raised his saber and came at her, it was a privilege to get the teacher all to yourself and he wasn’t about to waste it.

By the end of class all twelve initiates were exhausted. She had called a worn out Kem over to cool down and stretch with the class, however, and much to the girl’s dismay, Raven kept her at her side during this.

When the class was dismissed Raven placed a hand on Kem’s shoulder, stopping her from leaving. “Kneel,” Raven instructed, doing the same. She could sense guilt and regret from the girl which was a good start. “I don’t think I need to tell you that losing your temper and throwing a fit is not an acceptable way of dealing with your emotions.”

Kem huffed. “I was frustrated, and, anyway, it’s not fair…”

“Oh? And what, exactly, is not fair?” Raven challenged, her own brow furrowing.

“It’s obvious isn't it? I could beat him if I could use all my skills. It’s stupid.”

Raven was momentarily reminded of an incident during her junior padawanhood with a hand to hand combat instructor. She had used that same argument, although unfortunately her temper and indignant behaviour had earned quite a bit more than what she had in store for Kem. Still, Raven’s face softened at the memory; she knew how it felt, it was a hard, albeit important lesson to learn. “Whether or not you could beat him is irrelevant, what is important here is that you were given an instruction by a senior Jedi, disobeyed it, and then indulged in a temper tantrum when corrected.” She paused here, seeing that her words were sinking in. Raven leant forward a little and took the girls hand. “I know it feels unfair, and I do understand, I went through similar when I was little older than you. You are very good with your weapon and no doubt given open slather you would do much better. Incidentally, I’m sure the others would also; you are not the only one good with a saber or Force manipulation here. But that is not the point of this class, this class is to teach you to work with your weapon. Using Force manipulation in conjunction with your fighting skills comes later in your training, after you have mastered the basics. Do you understand?”

Kem frowned, her ego taking a bit of a battering here. “I guess.”

“You guess? This isn’t just about you, you could have hurt your sparring partner; you're not ready.” Raven scolded a little more tersely than she had meant to.

“I,” she huffed. “Yes, Padawan Raven, I guess. I mean, I understand.”

“Good.” Raven released her hand and unclipped the girl’s weapon from her belt, holding it out for her to take. “Be thankful that you are getting this back at all, show such disregard for you weapon as a padawan and you would probably lose it for a lot longer than twenty minutes,” she warned, the mental picture of Eeth's reaction had she thrown her weapon in a fit of temper darting to mind.

Raven stood, and extended her hand, helping Kem to her feet. When the girl was upright she turned her to the side, pulled up the back of her tunic and landed three teeth rattling smacks to the spread of her pants. Each smack was as hard as Raven could make it and was rewarded with a compunctious yowl. Sure it was not of the same caliber Eeth or an older Jedi might be capable of, but it was certainly going to be felt.

“WhaaatForrr?!” Kem said tearily.

Raven knew that it had hurt, it was meant to hurt after all, she could also tell that Kem was working hard to keep from openly crying.

“What for? Really, must I answer that?” Raven raised her hand again, her expression ominous.

“No, NO, WAIT! Because I disobeyed and threw a fit!” Kem blurted, twisting in the padawan's grip in an effort to angle her butt away.

Raven had no intention of swatting her a fourth time, however had learned from the best, sometimes just the threat was enough. “Correct. I’ll be sending a message to your crèche master about this. You have until this evening to tell them the full story yourself. You need to meditate, to release your emotions into the Force,” Raven wanted to help her with this but it was at that moment that her wrist watch alarm went off; she was going to be late. She pulled the girl into a hug, and projected some calming energy.

“Hey. You didn’t have to do that, I can do it.” Kem stated, but did not pull away, she liked the feel of the padawan’s Force presence, it was calming.

“I’m sure you can, but you didn’t today. I want to see more of an effort to control your temper next time. Now, go on or you’ll be late for your next class.” With that Raven released the girl from her hug and began stuffing things into her bag.

[Livia Yoran]

Eeth was standing at the door to their quarters and impatiently waiting for his padawan. As a matter of fact, he could be very patient if need be, but there were things that he had absolutely no patience with, and his padawan's habit to lose track of time and arrive late for appointments was somewhere near the top of the list. She had much improved, of course; anyone being trained by Eeth would have to be suicidal to continue keeping up bad habits because that invariably ended painful.

[Raven.]

“Master,” she greeted him with a formal bow, then swallowed at seeing his expectant expression and even worse, his do or die stance. She held her hands up in a placating gesture, her right still a little red from the walloping it had delivered ten minutes ago. “A student in my class needed correcting, this ran over time,” she explained, shucking her cloak and tossing it on the hook. It was at that moment that Raven noticed Eeth was wearing his cloak, and…. “We’re going somewhere?” she asked upon noticing their bags.

[Livia Yoran]

“Yes,” said Eeth curtly, shooting her a glare at her tardiness, but accepting her explanation. “Take your cloak and your bag. We need to be at hangar 2 in twenty minutes. We are leaving for Arcturus. Have you ever heard of the place?”

He did not suppose she had, but asked the question nevertheless, just in case.

[Raven.]

The glare did not go unnoticed and so she looked away, grabbing her cloak and slinging the bag over her shoulder. “Arcturus?” she thought aloud, then shook her head. “No, Master. Where is it and what’s happening there?” She queried as they left their quarters, heading for hangar two.

[Livia Yoran]

“It is an outer-rim planet essentially covered in ice,” replied Eeth. “The equatorial regions, however, are inhabitable, at least for people who are willing to put up with the cold. There is so much geothermal energy that it is possible to heat houses and produce food in greenhouses. A few decades ago, a large group of human settlers have decided to leave Coruscant and build up a colony on Arcturus. They were rather successful, it seems. While the colony is still small, it did apply for membership in the Republic. Master Tezik and her padawan Indigo have been sent to investigate whether they fulfill the criteria for formally examining their application. However, an unexpected crisis arose in the nearby Saavigar system. The Council urgently needed to dispatch a Jedi, and since Master Tezik was close and time was of the essence, she was asked to leave for Saavigar immediately. We deemed the situation too dangerous to allow her to take her padawan, who is only thirteen years old and does not have much mission experience. Thus, somebody needs to travel to Arcturus, complete Master Tezik’s mission and look after her padawan. And that someone will be us.”
While he talked, they had entered a turbolift; Eeth entered a code and the lift took off.

[Raven.]

A few years ago a mission like this would have garnered a sigh from the padawan, even if she was a good babysitter, Raven liked to be in the action! By eighteen she had learned that the life of a Jedi is not all about lightsaber fights, blaster fire and chasing the bad guys, in fact it was rarely like that. Sure there were times where they had been in a pinch over the years, even serious danger, their mission to Nar Shaddaa coming to mind. Raven smiled, then looked up at Eeth. They had been through a lot together, he’d taught her so much and she’d come so far. “So we fly in, suss the place out, and babysit the kid, sounds interesting,” she commented a little dryly, but within acceptable limits to avoid being called on her attitude. “Well, on the plus side, if he’s thirteen we’re spared diaper duty,” was added as they exited the turbolift.

[Livia Yoran]

Eeth raised his eyebrows at what he perceived as arrogance.
“I do not think you have ever been to an ice world before,” he remarked. “I have not been for a long time either. From what little I have had the chance to learn about Arcturus, speeders are only used for long-distance trips. For short distances, people use skis or snow boots, and in the capital city of Calinia, they use ice skates for moving along the network of canals that covers the city. They have electric sleds for medium distances. All of this might turn out rather interesting. Personally, I know how to ski, at least in a rudimentary fashion, but I have never had to use ice skates. Nor do I think you have.”

[Raven.]

His eyebrows were generally good indicators of his moods, and so she straightened her posture and quicken her step to match his. It was true, Raven could be considered arrogant at times. She was good at her job and sometimes considered the more menial missions as beneath her, not that she dared voice this of course as Eeth’s reaction would no doubt be undesirable, especially so given she was eighteen and ought to be leaving such thoughts behind with her childhood.

“No, I haven’t,” the teen replied thoughtfully. “Although there was the frozen regions on Arkuna. Remember that mission? It was with…” She paused to think then snapped her fingers. “Master Drkai Luthan and her padawan Endal Kanyan.” The memory made her smile. “That was an interesting mission even if we did get captured by those furry little critters.”