"So I hear that your the best?" Malak got no response. The boy before him, just remained as if he was, in what appeared to be deep Meditation. Malak found that he had to repress the urge to kick him in the head to get his attention. Some times being a Jedi could be very taxing.
"Well...you don't look like much to me. The Masters here must have low standards." Still no response. Now, your starting to get on my nerves. Malak was a good half foot taller than him, and definitely more muscular. Malak despised weakness, in what stretch of the imagination could this scraggly little thing be the best Duelist? Now, this little runt had the nerve to not answer him. Not being the kind of person to be ignored, he decided to make him answer him. "Hey! I'm talking to you Runt!" Malak reached down to pull him to his feet, by his white hair.
With blinding speed, his wrist was grabbed and twisted, as two fingers hit a pressure point in his arm. First, came the pain, then his arm dropped to his side useless. The boy twisted and weaved around him with the grace of a dancer, hitting pressure point after pressure point. In a matter of seconds, Malak dropped to his knees. His arms and legs useless. He couldn't believe what just happened.
How could this have happened? How could he been taken out so...effortlessly? Casually, the white haired boy walked around him and squatted down so that they were eye to eye. His eyes were a brilliant purple. They hinted of a storm that brewed within. The eyes of a predator. There was no mistaking it. He had the eyes of a Predator.
Then a slow grin crept over the white haired boys face. Malak felt fear grip his heart. He never really had a chance to begin with. He understood that now. He unclipped Malak's Lightsaber from his own belt. He brought it up under Malak's chin. He was just a thumb squeeze from ending Malak's life.
"Big and stupid is not a good combination, my friend." He tapped his head with the same fingers that just brought him to is knees."First, learn to use this...before you use this." Wiggling Malak's Lightsaber. He pushed Malak's head down till it was just a few inches off the ground. Then he slid a data pad under his nose.
"While you're waiting to regain the use of your body. You should read this part on pressure points...it just might save you life someday." He started to leave, then turned around and said. "The next time you try something like that again. The Masters will find you in the same position you are in now, But your pants will be at your ankles and your saber will be sticking out you butt. Oh...by the way...I love the Racing Stripes." With that he walked away not giving it another thought. He could hear Malik screaming at him as he left the courtyard. "THIS ISN'T OVER REVAN! DO YOU HEAR ME...THIS...ISN'T...OVER!"
Revan was quite pleased with himself as he walked away with an almost strut. For the last three days that idiot had been bragging how he was going to make the Echani Runt beg for mercy. How he was going to be the new number one Apprentice. Idiot.
"Now, that's a familiar sight...wasn't that the same way I left you the first time you challenged me to a fight?" Revan spun around so fast that he almost lost his balance, but still he managed to keep it. Leaning against the wall behind him was Jedi Knight Arren Kae. She had a playful grin on her face.
That usually didn't end well for Revan, but at the moment he didn't really care. It had been nearly a year since he had last seen her. Disregarding Jedi protocol he dove into her with a bone crunching hug. It caught her off guard. But, didn't he always. After a second, she returned the hug, not really caring if they were being watched of not. She had not realized until that moment just how much she had missed him, as well.
"I've missed you." Revan whispered, more to himself than to her. To him, she was everything that he wanted to be. She was strong, yet she was gentle. Her raw power was staggering, but she carried it with a grace, beyond her years. When she talked to you. It was never felt like she was lecturing or talking down to you, like some bags-of-wind that were called Master. In his opinion, she was hands down the best Jedi in the order. She took a step back to get a better look at him. "My...you've grown." She said smiling at him. The complement made him blush a little. "So have you." He nervously said, not realizing that his head now came up to her breasts, and they were pretty much in his face. Arren slowly sway her chest side to side. Revan's eyes eagerly followed .
"Hypnotic aren't they?"
"Huh-huh...OH FRACK!" Revan realized just what he was doing at the last second. He jumped into the air, as a Force Wave was sent at him. He flipped over Arren and landed like a cat on the wall she was just leaning against.
"I see that your reflexes have improved, thou you judgment hasn't." Arren shot at him, she was quite impressed at his flawless technique. A year ago, he would have been picking grass out of his teeth by now.
Was this still the same boy that challenged her to a duel on his first day as a Apprentice? It seemed so long ago, yet it has only been just six years. She thought back and it made her smile. There she was just minding her own business, meditating alone in the courtyard. The sun was just rising. She always liked that time of day. With the birth of a new day, came new possibility.
Then, this five year old pup strolls up to her and demands a duel. The thought alone was idiotic. The boy probably just learned to tie his shoes and now he wanted to challenge a seasoned Padawon to a fight.
"You're kidding right?" she asked , trying her best not to laugh. It didn't help that he took this silly heroic pose as he declared. "I will be the most powerful Jedi that ever lived!" She had to admit he was bold, stupid but bold. "A Womp Rat poops bigger than you." She told him laughing.
"I'll teach you some respect!" he yelled as he launcher a fist at her face.
"Have it your way Wompy." Arren roller her eyes as she caught his wrist and sent him flying some twenty feet behind her. She didn't even bother to get out of her Meditation position. She revered the altercation as if she was swatting away an annoying bug. She was just about to return to her Meditation when Revan jumped on her back and tried to get her in a head-lock.
"You're a persistent little poot, aren't ya?" And she sent him flying again. This time when he got up, he had to spit out a mouth full of the Courtyard. "Leave me alone. I am trying to Meditate." she warned him with a pointed finger.
"Make me!" He howled as he charger her again. With only a finger she hit him five times in very precise locations. The hits in themselves were not too hard. Just hard enough. Hardly any real damage was done. The effects were on the other hand devastating. Revan dropped like a stone, face down , butt in the air. Arren pulled his paints down. The boy needed to be taught a lesson.
"Well this is a rare morning indeed, Wompy...it seems that we have both the sun and the moon today." She left him there and thought that would be the end of it. She couldn't have been more wrong. Just like the sun rising, so did Revan. Every morning he was waiting for her in the Courtyard. Everyday ready to do battle and everyday lasting just a little longer. After a year of it, she found that she was actually look forward to seeing the little poot every morning. Then one day curiosity got the better of her.
"Why do you keep come back everyday Wompy? You know your never going to beat me."
"To be the best...you learn from the best." His words filled her up with a warmth she had never felt before. She wasn't sure why the praise of this little boy meant more that any Master in the Order, but it did. It would be years before she finally understood why. All she knew was that he won her over that day.
Her Master would often tease her that he was her unofficial Padawon. Every time she learned something. She found an uncontrollable urge to teach it to him. Even, when her Missions became more and more frequent, she knew he would always be in the Courtyard at sunrise. Waiting for her. Now, he had people seeking him out because he was what they considered the best. Arren wondered who will be his pet apprentice?
Revan dropped to the ground, in a kneeling position with his head bowed low. His shame flowing off of him like a waterfall. "P-please forgive me...M-master Kae. I-I was rude...and disrespectful...and...and...I'm so very sorry." The truth of the matter was Arren found it quite amusing. He was at that curious age, and it's was to be expected. She found that she was even a little flattered. Still, she couldn't let him get away with it. She decided to let his shame sink in a little more, before she let him off the hook. When she couldn't take the sad ashamed face he was making any longer. She walked over and scrubbed the top of his head playfully. "Hey Wampy, since when did you start calling me Master?" Without any harshness in her voice.
"Your a Knight now. I'm just an Apprentice. It wouldn't be proper for me to address you common." Revan was glad she wasn't mad at him anymore and that she called him by her pet name for him. Thou, she was the only one he would ever let call him that. He found that he was somewhat confused by her question.
Arren found Jedi Protocol to be very annoying at times. "I've been your friend longer that I've been a Knight." She knelt down next to him and whispered in his ear. "When it's just the two of us call me Arry. O.K." He nodded happily. As they both got up he asked her. "Are you here for the Trials...are you getting a Padawon...can I be your new Padawon?"
"Calm down Wompy, your going to pop." Now this was the Revan that she remembered. So full of energy and life. So much like a little brother, thou the only similarity between them was that her hair was the same color as his eyes. It was a fact that always called attention to her. Not that her beautiful face and curved athletic body didn't.
"Now, to answer your questions yes...yes...and I'm afraid not. I did request you, but a Master has ...pulled her Rank so to speak." She couldn't hide the annoyance in her voice. "Don't get me wrong Wampy. From what I've been told about her is true, you're in good hands." Arren chose her next words carefully. "She's just a little...to cold for my taste."
"Great, a cranky, old Master...are their any other kind?" His sarcasm made Arren start busting at the seems. A second latter he follow in with her.
"Now, don't get cocky. You haven't passed the Trials yet." Arren said as she wiped a tear from her eye. Revan cocked a brow at her. "Arrogance is not very becoming."
"How, about confidence?"
"It will have to do. Now, tell me...are you still having those Dreams?"
"Visions." Revan corrected her.
"Dreams."
"I think I know the difference between a dream and a Vision." Arren closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. It wasn't her intention to upset him. She rubbed the top of his head, and it had the desired affect on him that she wanted. He instantly relaxed. If what he saw was true it did not bode well for the Jedi, or the Republic for that matter.
" When the time comes I'll be ready...Don't worry Arry, I'll protect you." Deciding to try on her pet name for size. It was met with a warm response, as Arren grinned at him. There might be hope for the boy yet.
"Well...I'll sleep better knowing that." Arren teased him. Never knowing that a hooded Jedi Master was watching them with intense interest. She stepped back into the shadows as Revan looked over his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes at the location that his watcher was hidden from sight. Someone was there. He could feel it. He gave the slightest of nods, just to say, "Gotcha" before continuing on with Arren.
It wasn't till Revan and Arren were out of sight that the figure stepped out of the shadows. She was impressed that Revan sensed what the Knight did not.
"Well played young Revan...well played indeed. I knew when I discovered you, on that backwater planet, that you would be the one to surpass us all. Her name will be just a footnote in the pages of history...But, you...you will be talked of, thousands of years from now...with awe and fear...awe and fear." Kreia pulled back the hood of her robe, to revile her old worn face.
She detested Arren with a passion. It could have been for her youth and beauty, that now was but a distant memory to Kreia. The woman flaunted her natural assets with wanted disregard. She was once beautiful like Arren, she told herself. Many men made shameless advances at her for many years. Once she even succumbed to them. Tasting the pleasures of the flesh. Crying out the name of a man that claimed to love her, only to be discarded after his needs were fulfilled. To hear how he bragged to anyone who would listed of how he had seduced the Ice Queen Jedi. What she allowed him to do to her. What he made her do to him. She hoped that one day Arren would feel the sting of such humiliation, as people that use to respect her, would now make jokes of her.
Or, it might be the way even Masters held her words with more regard than Kreia's. She knew that Historians were not as respected as active Knights. She was a Master Dammit! Did that not account for anything! Then the Bitch had the nerve to argued her Petition to have Revan as an Padawon, all the way to the High Council. The audacity of that woman! Then, Kreia only won by merely one vote.
No, the thing that ate at her the most was the Bond that the two of them had. A Bond that should have been hers. She was the one that found him. She was the one that arranged for his parents to be killed in front of him. She was the one who saved his life at the last second. She was going to turn his gratitude into servitude. Yet, fate had stepped in and they were separated by a unforeseen circumstance. She thought he had died...she should have known better. He found his way to the Jedi somehow. Now, this woman was reaping the benefits of all her good work. That could not be allowed. In time she would shatter that Bond, but for now she would conceder it a tool. A tool that she intended to use most effectively in his training.
"Enjoy your brief time with him Arren. It will not last. He is mine now...and I am not a woman that...shares." Kreia turned around and walked away as she plotted her next move.
Sorry, I didn't proof read as well as I thought. Just a few changes. I hope you like it. More Chapters to come.