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A/N: First time posting in this fandom, longtime writer. Just a quick idea. I'll probably flesh it out in a bit, but wanted to test the waters first.
She had heard only tales. Told late at night over the campfire. Stories to help young ones settle and sleep. Tall tales to bolster the youth. Legends to give hope to the grown.
Lexa knew, from the tales her gran used to tell her, that the color of a blade was important.
But she never thought she'd ever see the day.
Now?
Now she couldn't get her ass to scurry back fast enough and away from the fray. Her blaster had been knocked from her hand, and she knew she had to get to it and behind cover before she got hit by something more than flash grenade. The storm troopers were still advancing, and her camp was fighting back honorably.
But the blade. It was so bright, burning her vision as she stared, but she couldn't take her eyes off of it.
The figure had appeared from a nearby tent, the blue flash of the blade cutting through the night, causing a ripple of surprise and, maybe, fear, to shudder through the battle lines. Lexa watched as several storm troopers ceased firing on a group of her people and targeted the figure. They wore a dark robe, the hood up, and any sense of who or what they were was encased in the billowing fabric.
The blade arced and swung through the air, the hum reverberating in Lexa's bones as she watched, not even noticing that shots were getting closer to her. It wasn't until the figure was almost upon her that Lexa finally twisted around, and reached for her blaster. Her boots dug into the dirt as she felt a hand at her back, pushing her behind a low wall. Spinning around, Lexa leveled her blaster and took aim, firing a few rounds at the troopers. Two fell and the other two collapsed as the figure deflected their own blaster bolts back at them.
Turning slowly, the figure took in the camp, noting that the firefight had all but ceased; the remaining storm troopers were retreating. Holding the blade vertically, the power was cut and the blade went silent. Lexa blinked in the sudden darkness and swallowed thickly. The figure's hood had slipped after they had pushed Lexa behind the wall, probably in their attempt to get a sightline on the troopers, and Lexa was struck at the shock of blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun.
Her camp had been harboring a Jedi.
A young, female, attractive Jedi.
If her gran could only see her now.