Author’s Note: You’ll begin with a character creation system of sorts or so I hope as I am winging this at midnight, there is no smut planned for the first few bits of the story but rather after a timeskip.

All characters are above the age of 20+

Content Warning: This story will inevitably involve combat, sex, drug references/use and a slow burning relationship between your Jedi and a student of your choice.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

You twisted the cap off the plastoid bottle and quickly lifted it up to your lips, the water an instant blessing to your lips you allow for a moment to rest in your mouth for a blissful minute before swallowing. A cool chill serenades your throat as the bustling winds of Tatooine whip across the sands while you were shielded by the windshield of your speeder, a luxury you were more than thankful for.

You turned back to face the other occupants of the speeder, confidant enough in your abilities to talk and drive in the very same moment. Your hood stayed up, scuffed and in far less a ceremonial state to avoid easily being caught on to. But it was hard, hard to get rid of such things even if they were made to be discarded without a second thought.

It was far too easy to sense the worry and discomfort of the youths amongst the rear of your landspeeder, only your co-pilot - a Mirialan - was steady and stoic as ever. Enough that seeing Kyta’s calm posture was a reassurance of its own, “They’ll be fine,” She spoke softly, both hands resting in her lap but you note that she’s projecting her right hand pointed at the wheel in front of you. Meaning that she was probably driving the speeder at the moment, “How are you doing, it’s been some time since...” The woman trailed off quietly perhaps wisely, it wouldn’t do to incite panic amongst your students.

Funny; a decade ago you wouldn’t have considered yourself fit to teach a whole class let alone your own Padawan when they would assign you one.