A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away …
Galactic Sitch
Jedi Knights Kim Possible and Ron
Stoppable have passed the Trials
Now as full Jedi Knights the two friends
have the galaxy available to them.
There are stirring of unrest
And rumors of a new Sith menace.
Is the dormant dark side stirring
Or has Jedi intuition been clouded
The fate of the galaxy rests in
The hands of Possible and Stoppable
"There is no emotion; there is peace," intoned a blonde man as he exhaled in meditation. "There is no ignorance; there is knowledge," Another part of the mantra recited in monotone. "There is no passion; there is serenity." A slight bing from his dormitory privacy button. Without seeming to be distracted the man finished his intonation with "There is no death; there is the Force," before rising from meditation to answer the door.
Answering the door the blonde man grinned and brown eyes lit with excitement. Outside his door stood his best friend, and fellow Jedi Knight, Kim Possible. "KP! What's the sitch? I'd so be ready for a mission…in like five minutes."
Kim grinned but raised an eyebrow at him. "Ron, if that's how you spoke to Master Sensei than I'm not surprised he was glad to be rid of you." She poked his side as she walked past and flopped on his bed. "You do remember that you have passed the trials right? You don't need to cram for the knowledge trial. No mission though, I wanted to spar in the training room, before the younglings are there this time. Do you want to?"
"You bet KP!" Ron checked that his lightsaber was clipped to his belt. "Rufus c'mon buddy," Ron called. From the desk crawled a small protocol droid, shaped almost like a rodent. Reaching its master's foot the droid quickly climbed to its place on Ron's utility belt.
Kim chuckled and walked out the door. "Tell me again why you can't refer to the droid as R6-F15. That is what it is called."
Ron grinned; this argument was as old as the droid. "Because I modified him. He's almost like the pet I'm not allowed to have."
Reaching the sparring room the two friends divested of outer robes. Then they stretched before taking the fighting stances. Instinctively Kim reached to brush the, now nonexistent, padawan braid away from her face.
Ron opened with his signature Form II, or Makashi style. With one hand on the hilt of the blade Ron ignited his green saber. The blade pointed down in a flawless rendition of Form II's opening stance. He was ready to use his flowing style which fit him like a glove.
Kim grinned and powered up her blue saber after taking her opening stance. Both hands grasping the hilt of the saber, held on her right side. The tip pointed at her opponent. By an unspoken signal the two saluted and began the duel.