"Precisely. Manipulation of the Force requires practice. You have shown promise with kinetic abilities, what with learning to throw your lightsaber accurately. Practice is all you need, and I'm certain that you will find this more useful than anything you will learn in texts."
Myraline leads you to the front of the Temple, where the great steps are walked by Jedi and civilian allies alike, going about their business as usual. She closes her eyes briefly, then opens them and begins walking down the steps.
"Follow me," she says.
"Not far..." Myraline says. Suddenly, she raises a hand and there is a distinct cracking noise somewhere to your right. A man wearing a leather jacket and black pants jerks his head to see what the noise was, and Myraline sneaks up on his left side and taps his shoulder. He jumps.
"Myraline!" he yelps. "I TOLD you not to do that to me..."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist," Myraline says. "And it has shown my Padawan the usefulness of Mind Tricks. Rianna, I would like you to meet Quinn, an impressive pilot and long-time friend of the Jedi Order. Quinn, this is my apprentice, Rianna Xi."
"Pleased to meet ya," Quinn says, fixing his combed-back sandy brown hair. He has the stump of a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. "So, Myraline, did you need me for anything else or can I go?"
"Of course I do!" Myraline says. Quinn smiles.
"I know, just messin'. So, champ, how old are ya?" he asks you.
"Quinn thinks that the ability to pilot should be a requirement for all Jedi Knights," Myraline says. "But it is not something that everyone can do. Unlike your studies, piloting just requires a certain... knack. It is hard to explain, but it comes naturally to Quinn just as fencing does to you."
"And proud of it," Quinn says.
"Suit yourself," Quinn says. "Just remember me when you're surrounded by pirates..."
"Anyways, Quinn, remember why I asked you here," Myraline says, gesturing back toward the Temple. "Rianna required a civilian subject to test her abilities upon..."
"Figures," Quinn says. "Is it going to hurt?"
"I should hope not."
"Splendid."
"Positive about that?" Quinn asks, unconvinced.
As you ascend the stairs, you notice that you are being watched. A figure stands tall and proud near one of the mighty pillars that guard the Temple's entrance, swathed in Jedi robes. The ebony-skinned man has a hand resting on his lightsaber, the other against the pillar. It is Mace Windu, possibly the best Jedi swordsman in the Order.
"Good day, Myraline Kiros," Mace Windu greets, in his usual serious manner. His stern eyes pass from the mentor to the apprentice. "And to you, young Padawan. Rianna, isn't it?"
Myraline bows deeply in respect for the renowned Jedi Master.
A very, very, very long time. Master Windu is at least in his mid-forties and has dedicated his life to perfecting lightsaber combat, and has also become a rather remarkable martial artist.
"I have news for you, Myraline," Master Windu says as your mentor rises from her deep bow.
"Yes, Master?"
"You have been requested for an assignment by the Chancellor himself."
"Really? For what does Valorum require my assistance?"
"As I'm sure you've heard, diplomatic issues have arisen between Beseedra and Naboo."
"Of course I have. I take it that Valorum feels I am suited to work on such a mission?"
Windu nods.