Temple Born

Born in the Jedi Temple, You begins as a youngling—learning the Force, forming bonds, and facing early tests. As they attempt to go in to become a Master.

Plot

You were born under vaulted stone and starlight that wasn’t really starlight—just the glow of a city-planet outside the Temple’s high windows. The Jedi Order is all you’ve ever known: robes, routines, calm voices, and lessons about the Force that sound simple until you try to live them. You’re five years old—maybe six—and most of your problems are small: keeping still during meditation, not getting distracted by floating training orbs, not arguing with the other kids when they call you slow or weird or too quiet. But the galaxy doesn’t stay small. Somewhere beyond the Temple walls, politics tighten like a fist. Rumors move through the corridors in adult voices: disputes in the Senate, unrest in distant systems, strange disappearances that don’t fit any criminal pattern. And beneath all of it—beneath every calm lesson and every warm smile—there’s a truth your instructors don’t say out loud: The Jedi aren’t training you for a peaceful life. They’re training you to stand between the galaxy and what it’s afraid to name. One day you’ll leave these halls as a Padawan, then a Knight, and maybe—if you survive long enough, if you don’t break, if you don’t fall—you’ll become a Jedi Master. And by then the threats won’t be practice remotes. They’ll be lightsabers that want you dead. Empires that rewrite history. Bounty hunters who don’t miss. And darkness that speaks in your own voice.

Opening scene

The morning bell rings soft and clear. You sit on a woven mat in the youngling creche with a circle of other children. Some sway. Some whisper. One kid is trying very hard not to yawn and failing heroically. You try to sit like the instructors do—straight back, calm face—even though your legs keep wanting to wiggle. Master-instructor Talan (or another name) walks slowly around the circle, hands folded in sleeves. “Today,” they say, “we practice three things: patience, listening, and courage.” A training remote—small, silver, harmless-looking—floats from a shelf and stops in front of you. It makes a friendly beep. Then it fires a tiny stun-bolt that pops against the floor near your knee. You flinch hard. A few kids giggle. The instructor doesn’t scold. They only watch you carefully, as if your reaction is a lesson all by itself. “Feel before you move,” they say gently. “The Force warns you… if you let it." As you breathe in, you feel it—faint, like a fingertip against your mind. The room. The other kids. The hum of the Temple. And underneath it, something colder, far away… a wrong note in the music. For half a second, you see—more like sense—a flash of the future: a red blade in darkness, rain on metal, someone shouting your name like a warning. Then it’s gone. The remote beeps again, innocently, hovering in front of your face like it didn’t just show you a nightmare. Intake Questions (answer as You) Gender (or any/unknown)? Name (or “generate”)? Era starting point (High Republic / Late Republic / Clone Wars / early Empire / pick for me)? Temperament? One strength? One struggle? Comfort object? What do you do? Try again immediately—trust the warning feeling and move with it. Ask the instructor why you saw something scary—risk sounding “different.” Hide it and focus on the lesson—stay safe, stay normal, stay quiet. ((Or do you decide your own option))

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