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Buggie continued down the halls of the Jedi Enclave, his robes swirling around him as he walked to the Jedi Archives. Over the past few days, Buggie had come into contact with a number of fellow Jedi and various Enclave workers. As he strode down the hallway, he recognized a few familiar faces and nodded in greeting to them as he passed by. It was easy to make acquaintances at the Enclave, as all the people Buggie had met so far were friendly and agreeable. The atmosphere around the Enclave really made it a peaceful place for Buggie to study.

As he entered the complex that the Jedi Archives were located in, Buggie called a lift to take him up to the main floor. After a few moments, the lift had arrived, opening to let out a Human and a Mon Calamari. Buggie nodded and wished them a good morning as they passed, which they returned merrily. Buggie then stepped into the lift and keyed the command for the main floor. As the doors closed, Buggie leaned back onto the back wall. The lift jerked slightly as it began to raise itself up to the main floor of the Jedi Archives. Soon enough, the lift had arrived, its doors opening smoothly to the main level of the Archives. Buggie stepped out of the lift and made his way over to the Archives.

The Archives looked like that of any other library, but it consisted of levels of shelves and computers. The records and information were all of a blue hue sitting on the bookshelves. There was a wealth of information related to the Jedi within the entire Archives; Buggie could only imagine how much more there would be if much of the information wasn't lost in attacks against the Jedi. Many other Jedi thoughtfully wandered the Archives, perhaps searching for knowledge that would help them with their understanding of the Force. Buggie made his way over to an empty computer terminal to sit down and began to search for the last document he left off on the previous day. As he accessed the search function, he noticed a strange feeling come over him. It felt as if someone was watching him with interest. Buggie stopped, resting his hands on the keyboard of the computer.

Suddenly, a voice spoke from directly behind him. Surprised, Buggie turned around as a man spoke to him, "So you're Buggie, I presume? I heard I could find you here."

Although he wasn't immediately apprehensive, Buggie was curious as to who this stranger was. The man seemed to be of a species that Buggie had never seen before. His eyes were startling pure black orbs, and his skin was a light blue color, not unlike some of the records at the Archives. His hair was golden and almost feather-like upon first glance. Truly, this man was a sight to see. But who was he? On top of that, Buggie wondered why this mysterious man was searching for him.

After a moment, Buggie gained his senses back and spoke in as friendly of a tone as he could, "It seems you've found me! My name is Buggie; what can I do for you?"

Smirking, the man nodded and continued, "It's more of a question as to what I can do for you, really. My name is Godot. I've been assigned by the Jedi Council to train you."

Buggie's eyes lit up as he immediately sprung out of his chair. He bowed to his new master, and said, "My apologies, Master Godot. I didn't realize who you were."

Now Godot laughed quietly and said, "Don't worry, I didn't expect you to know who I was. I've been away from the Jedi Coalition for a little bit, but that's a story for another day. I'm sure by the time you arrived here I was still away."

"Of course. I'm glad to finally meet you though!" Buggie said, offering his hand to his master.

Taking his hand and shaking it firmly before releasing, Godot said, "It's a pleasure Buggie. I see a lot of potential in you, I hope that I can bring it to it's fullest. You're the first Padawan I've ever been assigned to, you see. I've planned a few basic training exercises for you that should help expand your skills in the Force. After we've finished those, we'll move on to progressively more advanced techniques. What do you say we get started now?"

Smiling, Buggie said, "Certainly!"

"Alright then, follow me," Godot said, as he began walking towards the exit of the Archives.

Buggie followed his new master excitedly. He made sure to keep his emotions in check, but he couldn't help but be eager to begin his training with Master Godot.

After following his new master out of the Archives, Buggie continued following him down the Enclave halls. After walking for a few minutes, Buggie began to notice something strange. Other people didn't seem to notice Master Godot or even acknowledge him as he walked by them in the halls. Whenever Buggie was off to do something, it seemed that almost everyone he saw at least nodded in greeting to him. What made his master so different?

Deciding to see if he could scrape up any details, Buggie asked his master, "You mentioned earlier that you were away from the Jedi Coalition for some time. What was it that you were doing?"

Glancing at Buggie, Master Godot seemed hesitant to answer, but responded, "I also said that it was a story for another day. Don't worry, it's nothing sinister. You still have much training to go through before I feel you're ready to know, my young Padawan."

Nodding, Buggie said, "Yes, Master."

Although his master had ended the conversation before it even had a chance to start, the question still weighed heavily on Buggie's mind. All he could do at this point was speculate. Part of Buggie was also disappointed that his new master was already keeping information from him. Another part of him wanted to believe that it was all for the better; that Master Godot knew what he was doing. Buggie shrugged it off and continued following his master through the Enclave halls. It seemed they were entering the dining commons nearby Buggie's room. What did Master Godot have in store for him? As they turned a corner and entered the busy dining area, Master Godot continued through into the large kitchen.

Holding the door for Buggie, Godot said, "Don't worry if we're not allowed back here. We'll reach our destination soon enough."

Buggie made an unsure expression on his face, but continued on into the kitchen. Master Godot then led Buggie around another corner into the back of the kitchen. It was incredible that they hadn't been caught yet, but no one was around wherever Godot was headed. Finally, Master Godot seemed have arrived. Buggie couldn't believe his eyes at where they were going to train. He didn't want to believe what he saw. It must have been a bad dream, but it was certainly all real. Master Godot opened the door and held it for Buggie.

Smiling, he said, "In we go."

The freezer. Master Godot had led him into a freezer to train. Buggie didn't dare voice his disapproval, but he was sure his body language said everything he was thinking. As soon as they were both in, Master Godot closed the door behind them. He stepped over to an open space and sat, motioning for Buggie to do the same. Buggie sat and prepared himself mentally for whatever exercise Master Godot had in mind for him. Shivering, Buggie raised his hood in an attempt to keep himself from freezing.

Immediately, Master Godot put a hand out and said, "What are you doing?"

Buggie felt as if he looked at Master Godot like he was insane, "Master, with respect, I'm raising my hood so I don't freeze to death."

"No no no. In fact, get up and take your robes off. You can keep those leggings on, if you'd like. You must learn to use the Force in any situation. That's why I've brought you here. You're not going to find yourself fighting in warm, sunny conditions whenever you come across trouble. That's what I don't like about Naboo; it's too serene. Jedi need to know how to use the Force in any conditions, anywhere. You want to be able to focus on the Force and not on the conditions. Hopefully under my guidance it will become a second nature for you to be comfortable using the Force in any adverse environment. Too many good Jedi have died in the past because they weren't comfortable focusing on the Force in bad conditions. You won't be one of them," Master Godot said as he stood and disrobed himself.

The cold ate at Buggie as he pulled his robes off. Once he had finished removing his clothing, he sat down, shivering more than ever. Master Godot sat before him, having already removed his robes. Unbelieveably, Master Godot looked comfortable sitting before Buggie. It was as if the temperature of the freezer wasn't even bothering him. Trying to keep himself warm, Buggie placed his shivering arms together and looked to his master.

"Excellent. I'm glad you haven't complained so far. Let's begin your training, shall we?" Master Godot said, looking at his Padawan with a smile.

(Training for "Meditative Trance" begins here.)

Buggie relaxed and enjoyed the outdoors as he sat in the beautiful gardens of the Jedi Enclave. In the trees, birds sang to each other, their hymns sounding far off into the distance. Having left his robe and undertunic indoors, Buggie felt the full extent of the afternoon sun shining on his light green carapace. It had been another typical day for Buggie. Early in the morning, he had made another visit to the Jedi Archives to study. From there, he had visited the commons to eat. After dropping off his robe and tunic, he made his way outside to where he currently sat. Now the time had come for Buggie to reflect on his studies and how they could better influence his connection and alignment within the Force. Studying would serve him no purpose if he didn't take time to consider all he had learned. It was for that reason that Buggie always made sure he dedicated time during the day for reflection.

"Hello my Padawan. Mind if I join you?" A familiar voice said from behind Buggie.

Turning, Buggie smiled at the sight of his master, Godot. His golden feather-like hair tousled about in the light breeze. It appeared to Buggie that Master Godot had also been taking advantage of the warm weather, as his outer robe was absent.

"Master, you're always welcome. How are you today?" Buggie asked.

"I'm doing well, Buggie. In fact, I've been looking for you. Have you been keeping up with your studies in the Archives?" Master Godot asked, sitting down next to Buggie.

"Yes, Master," Buggie said, curious as to why his master would ask such a thing, "In fact, I was just going to begin reflecting on my studies."

Smiling, Godot said, "Excellent. In that case, I'd like to teach you a skill that will assist you in your meditation. Many Jedi, with the assistance of the Force, reflect upon information and their studies by putting themselves into a trance-like state. This skill will allow you to shut out all distractions and strengthen your connection with the Force. In my opinion, it's a very useful skill for a Padawan to have, which is why I'd like to teach it to you."

Interested, Buggie nodded and said, "Of course, Master. Whenever you're ready."

"Good. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable and then close your eyes. Relax yourself and attempt to slow your breathing. You're going to want to shut out all distractions. Just feel yourself within the flow of the Force and let it carry you. Allow the Force to surround you and shield you from the background noise. Let it act as your haven so you can concentrate without interruptions. Concentrate on nothing but your reflections and the Force that shrouds you." Godot said, motioning for Buggie to begin.

Nodding to confirm that he understood, Buggie closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Feeling the Force around him, he allowed for it to wash over him like he had done so many times before. The Force flowed through Buggie, and he relaxed himself within it. He let himself get carried away by the current of the Force that flowed around him. Before he knew it, the sounds of the birds had disappeared. The soft sound of the trees blowing in the light breeze had vanished. Buggie was in his own fortress, shut out from any interruptions. The time had come for him to concentrate on his studies. Like every other day after visiting the Archives, Buggie began to reflect on what he had learned. He recalled the numerous articles and pieces of information he had spent hours studying. It was all so clear in Buggie's mind. Through the power of the Force, the trance had improved his ability to concentrate on what he had studied.

When Buggie was satisfied with his meditation, he allowed himself to drift back to reality. He felt the Force uncovering him, allowing him to exit his trance. When he finally opened his eyes, he was surprised to see that the sun was setting in the sky. The birds could no longer be heard singing as loudly as they were before. As Buggie glanced to his side, he saw that Master Godot still sat nearby him, giving him a proud smile.

"Well done Buggie! I see you've used your meditation ability to its fullest. Don't worry about the amount of time that you'll be entranced for. With a little bit more practice, you'll develop the ability to snap out of it at will. Sort of like a mental alarm clock. In any case, I'd like for you to keep practicing this skill more, preferably after you visit the Archives tomorrow. For now, you deserve a break. Let's get back inside, it's getting chilly out here." Godot said, standing up from the ground and stretching himself out.

"Yes, Master," Buggie said as he stood and did the same.

(Training for "Meditative Trance" ends here.)

((OOC: Training for "Danger Sense" begins here.))

As Buggie laid on his bed reading a document that had been copied from the Archives, he heard a knock at the door. Wondering who it could be, Buggie placed the document on the top of his bed and started toward the door. As walked, the wind blew through his open windows, rustling the papers. When Buggie reached the door, he opened it only to reveal his master smiling at him from the other side. Buggie noticed that his master was, strangely, not wearing his Jedi robes. Instead, he wore a more casual outfit.

"Hello Master," Buggie said, welcoming him in, "What brings you here?"

After taking a step through the doorway, Master Godot said, "Not much, my Padawan. I was wondering if you would accompany me to Theed. I've got an important meeting at a tavern called Kit's Keep. I thought you might like to go out."

Nodding, Buggie said, "Sure thing! I could use a break from studying anyway."

Before Buggie could go on, Godot spoke, "Excellent. You need to go change out of your Jedi clothing though. We can't go about announcing what we are in public. Dress casual."

Buggie nodded in confirmation and walked over to his closet. Although there weren't many options, Buggie grabbed a vest and some slacks. Finding clothes that fit was an arduous task on Naboo. Designers hardly had the Verpine body structure in mind when they made their clothing here. As a result, Buggie was forced to have his clothing shipped from the Roche Asteroids to Theed. While slightly expensive, it wasn't a choice. Buggie couldn't go about wearing only his robes every day.

After a few moments, Buggie was changed and ready to go. After grabbing his keycard and following Godot out of the door, Buggie locked up. Soon, after borrowing one of the Enclave's many transports, Buggie and Godot were on their way. As the FK-7 Airspeeder zoomed across the landscape, Buggie wondered just what his master had in store. He sat, deep in thought, wondering just who Godot needed to meet at a tavern.

Before he knew it, the airspeeder had parked within the confines of Theed. An elegant place, the taverns and bars weren't filled with the scum and villiany that could be found on more backwater worlds. Exiting the airspeeder with his master, Buggie followed Godot onto the streets.

"Kit's Keep isn't too far away, my Padawan. Once there, we'll have to split up. You should take a table a distance away from my booth, but make sure you're facing me. I want you to watch my back in case anything goes awry," Godot said to Buggie.

"Yes Master. What am I supposed to watch your back with?" Buggie said.

"Here, take it. It's a small holdout blaster. Conceal it in your clothing, and make sure the safety is on. I don't want you blowing a hole in your groin," Godot said, covertly slipping the blaster to Buggie.

As they continued walking, Buggie slipped the blaster carefully into the waistband of his pants. The feeling of the metal against his waist was uncomfortable, but at least he could safely know that the blaster was still with him. As the two approached the tavern, Master Godot signalled for Buggie to wait a moment. As Master Godot entered the tavern, he disappeared into the darkness inside. Wasting time, Buggie walked over to a nearby street vendor and picked up a newspaper. Flipping a credit chip to the young boy who ran the stand, Buggie opened the paper. After pretending to read it for a couple of minutes, Buggie decided to enter the tavern.

Upon his first step into Kit's Keep, Buggie was overwhelmed by the scent of rich smoke and alcohol. Stopping in the entrance to get his bearings, Buggie attempted to get used to the dark tavern. Casually glancing around the tavern, Buggie took an empty seat at a table near the middle of the room. As he walked, he glanced quickly at the booths along both walls. Relieved, Buggie barely noticed Master Godot sitting at a booth on the other side of the tavern. Buggie took a seat facing the booth, but couldn't make out what his master was up to. Across the table from Godot sat an Aqualish, dressed in a spacers jacket and pants. Buggie assumed that the Aqualish was the contact that Godot had come to meet.

As a server droid rolled up next to him, it said in a metallic purr, "Welcome to Kit's Keep. May I offer you one of our fine drinks?"

"Water," Buggie said, looking at his newspaper.

"One moment please," the server droid said, rolling over to another group of patrons that had sat at a table in front of him.

As Buggie looked over an article related to swamp contamination, he glanced up again to check on his Master. Still sitting with the Aqualish, nothing had changed. As the server droid rolled up again with his drink, Buggie took it off of the droid's tray. Putting down the paper, Buggie inspected the glass to see if it was clean. When satisfied, Buggie drank the cool water and looked down at his paper again.

Suddenly, something had changed. An alarm was screaming in Buggie's head, urging him to duck. Reacting quickly, Buggie slammed his head down against the table. No sooner had he done that, he saw a glass go zooming over his body and hit one of the patrons in front of him in the back of the head. Slowly sitting upright again, Buggie noticed that the tavern had gone silent. The first thing he saw was the group of patrons seated at the table in front of him, staring angrily. After a moment, Buggie saw that they weren't looking at him, instead they were looking at another group of patrons, standing up at a table behind Buggie. Buggie's heart froze. If blasters were drawn, Buggie would be right in the crossfire. As a Gran yelled something in its native language at the other group, Buggie prayed that nothing would come of this altercation. Even as he thought, though, something was welling up inside of him.

Suddenly, shouting erupted from the two groups. Before Buggie knew what had happened, blasters were drawn. Every table flipped in the tavern as the other patrons yelled and attempted to flee. Buggie sat frozen to his seat, as one of the thugs drew his blaster and aimed. As the thug pulled the trigger, the alarm inside Buggie's head went off. Flipping the table, Buggie dropped to the floor. Blaster bolts flew up in the air all around him. With every shot that rang out another alarm went off in Buggie's head. The danger was tremendous, as was the feeling deep inside of Buggie, telling him to react. Patrons went down from the crossfire, screaming in pain. Buggie had no idea what was going on, but he could almost sense everything dangerous that was happening around him. Now was no time to think about the Force, though. No matter what was causing the alarms to go off in his head, he needed to react. Pulling the chair he had abandoned close to him, Buggie propped his back against the table.

Bolts struck the table that he was sitting against, a warning firing off in Buggie's head with every contact. Something within him told Buggie to grab his blaster, but he was paralyzed. Soon, the screaming in his head had vocalized itself. With his hands on his head, Buggie tried to shut out the blaster bolts that zipped over him. Yelling as the blaster bolts screamed all around him, Buggie needed to find a way out. The alarms ringing in his brain weren't painful, in fact, they exhiliarated him, making him more aware of what was going on around him. They urged Buggie to act, to do something other than sit. He couldn't though, Buggie was a statue.

Something grabbed him, seemingly from nowhere. A familiar voice yelled to him, "We need to get out of here!"

Before Buggie knew what was going on, he was being dragged from his cover. Struggling to get to his feet, Buggie finally stood and sprinted towards the entrance. Master Godot had already exited, and was standing in the doorway, motioning for Buggie to follow. Something inside of Buggie told him to dive, or else he would be cut down by crossfire. Already a miracle he had made it this far, Buggie stretched out in the air. He could feel the blaster bolts zooming around his body, singeing his flesh.

Landing hard and rolling onto the pavement, Master Godot dragged Buggie up.

"We need to go! Hurry!" Master Godot shouted.

Sprinting to their airspeeder, Buggie and his master soon engaged the engines and shot into the air.

When they were safely away, Godot exclaimed, "What was that all about? What happened?"

"I don't know! I had a strange sensation telling me to duck and the next thing I knew, a glass had shattered on some guy's head. I thought I was a goner back there. Thank you Master." Buggie said, exhausted from the stress.

"You did good Buggie, just relax. You've had a tough experience. I'm glad you didn't run out in a panic, or else you'd be dead. Those thugs were lighting up the place," Master Godot said, looking at Buggie, "I'm glad to hear that you've developed a danger sense as well. That sensation you described was the Force telling you to react to imminent danger. Quite useful if you find yourself in a pinch."

"You're telling me. It seemed like with every blaster bolt that shot around me, I was getting a sensation telling me to move," Buggie said.

"Good, it's hard to practice such a skill without actually being in life-threatening danger. I'm happy to hear you've naturally adapted to it," Godot said, "Look, you should take a nap. I'll get us back to the Enclave nice and easy. Just rest up."

Buggie nodded to his master and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he drifted off. The experience that he had went though drained him, but at least he was alive.

((OOC: Training for "Danger Sense" ends here.))

Calming himself, Buggie sat back and allowed the Force to wash over him. Searching with his senses, Buggie attempted to locate the hydrospanner and the bit. Finding them deep within the maze of mangled droid parts, Buggie then used the Force to search for ways to extract them. Finding no plausible means to remove the hydrospanner and bit from the droid using his hands, Buggie then opted to use the Force to remove them. Focusing on the drill bit, Buggie closed his eyes and concentrated. He sensed how the Force flowed through the bit, as it did with everything else. Buggie intended to influence the Force that flowed through the drill bit to raise it up and out of the droid's interior.

Reaching out to the drill bit, Buggie gestured with his hand, imitating the motion of lifting the drill bit. Using his Force-enhanced senses to guide his actions, Buggie touched the drill bit through the Force. Letting out a deep breath, Buggie concentrated on moving the drill bit, observing how the Force interacted with his efforts. After a moment, Buggie's attempts paid off. With a small nudge from Buggie, the drill bit moved slightly. Shutting out his surroundings, Buggie concentrated solely on the drill bit. Raising his hand, Buggie could sense the drill bit following his motions slowly. Careful not to lose his concentration, Buggie used the Force to raise the drill bit more, bringing it closer to himself. Slowly winding the drill bit around a group of wires, Buggie allowed the Force to ease his motions, steadying the drill bit. Finally, Buggie had removed the drill bit from the droid, observing how the Force mirrored his actions as it flowed through the bit. Setting the bit on the floor mat lightly, Buggie then proceeded to concentrate on the hydrospanner.

As he concentrated on the hydrospanner, Buggie immediately noticed that it would take more focus for him to remove it from the droid. Feeling the Force flow through the tool, Buggie reached out to it with his mind. Applying the same strategy that he used for the drill bit, Buggie shut out his surroundings and concentrated only on the hydrospanner. Gesturing with his hand, Buggie felt the Force mirror his actions on the hydrospanner. Calling upon the Force to assist him, Buggie eased the hydrospanner from where it had rested on a series of wires. Turning his hand gently, Buggie sensed the hydrospanner similarly rotating due to the Force. Allowing the Force to create a connection, Buggie eased the hydrospanner up closer to the access port. As the hydrospanner moved, Buggie could see the handle slightly showing from the access port. Keeping his concentration, Buggie then carefully influenced the Force to move the hydrospanner out from the droid and over near the drill bit.

Deciding to test his skills further, Buggie attempted to control both the drill bit and the hydrospanner. Holding the hydrospanner steady, Buggie lifted the drill bit slowly and moved it towards the hydrospanner. Carefully balancing both, Buggie moved the drill bit into the hydrospanner and connected them once more. Allowing the Force to assist him in easing them back down to the floor mat, Buggie then ended his exercise.

Letting out a deep breath, Buggie picked up the hydrospanner once more. Buggie knew that learning to lift things with the Force was a useful skill. As he continued to work on the droid, he planned on practicing the lessons he learned later on so that he could improve his methods.

((OOC: Training for 'Telekinesis' ends here.))