A/N: Guess who is baaaaaack! And guess what else. This isn't FP or The Wrath's Knight. Actually, it is completely unrelated! But... it did get my creative juices flowing again so I will update both soon! Now, backstory. I have a speech impediment that ensures I cannot pronounce the letter "R". As such, a certain little sister of mine challenged me to write a ff without that specific letter. So I did. You won't fin a single letter " R" in this story besides the A/N. Let me know how I did or if you want to see something else!
Cobalt glances off the falu blade in a stunning display of skill and subdued passion. One Jedi. One Sith. An Alliance built both between and by them watches in anticipation. This moment was both expected and unexpected. Expected as the Jedi had (and this had stupefied all who did not know the unconventional Jedi) boasted on many occasions of unmatched finesse with the blade. Unexpected (and this had stupefied the Alliance in its whole) because the Sith was modest and calm until battle demanded it. So, when the gauntlet was laid down and the challenge accepted, the whole of Odessen knew by midday. By evening, all non-essential people assembled into the Mystic's Enclave and blades' song is a low hum, swelling and falling with each slash, flip, deflection and attack.
The Jedi named Nava Quinn smiles despite the sweat leaking into slate eyes. Though it had been weeks since she was wounded and almost killed by Zakuulan despot, she had yet to duel,yet to feel alive and whole. The new title given (without consent, Lana was not the only one who hated titles) most definitely did not help. Jedi did not command battles, lead Sith, and seek vengeance. Yet, this was destiny at play now, and she simply followed the path given. Besides,dueling Sith was commonplace, even if the fight was amiable. With the cool, metallic hilt in hand and the cobalt blade humming its song, she felt almost sane. With the Jedi's body dancing and with muscles pushing and sweating, she felt at home.
Lana smiles as well, even as the Jedi's blade comes just a bit too close to touching an undefended side and ending the fight. Since meeting the woman on Manaan, she held the Jedi in high esteem. The absolute potency behind the woman's slight visage and light tendencies took away any of Lana's potential doubts but in the end, it was Nava's acceptance and wit that won Lana's attachment. To see Nava smile with such uninhibited emotion (oh, but how funny itwas to see a Jedi eschew the Code) gave the Sith hope, as fanciful as the locution was. This was Lana's confidante and ally. This is the woman she is attached too. As odd as the bond they have was. It does not mean she holds back, though. Instead, Lana attacks with all that she some of Lana's smile comes when Nava begins to sweat.
In the end, the duel was always going to be won by Nava. The Jedi was simply too skilled and damn that Jedi, too omniscient to lose to anyone except a specific despot hiding in Zakuul. And damn Nava twice, she bows to Lana, a smug smile that she only gives to the level-headed Sith emblazoned on Nava's face. "Well, it has been a while since I have faced such an opponent,Quinn," Lana says as she bows as well, falling back on last names in defeat.
"I would say the feeling is mutual, Miss Beniko, but…" Nava allows the sentence to fall away,the insult lost in a badly hidden gasp.
"Jedi scum."
"Sith bitch."
Lana steps back, yellow eyes wide, mouth hanging agape. Nava only smiles that damn smug smile, eyes glistening with glee. "Don't act you like you don't love me, Lana. And please, close that mouth. It's unbecoming."