She didn't have to kill him, she thought to herself, as she gutted the man she had called her master.
He would've let her go had she asked she thought, and perhaps that was true. But she didn't do it because of him, she did it because.. well, because it was her bloodline at stake.
She did it to embrace her inner self, her true self. To reclaim the family lineage. Still, she couldn't say she didn't enjoy it. The feeling of someones life slipping away in her hands.
He had died instantly, his inner organs decimated by the force of her blow, she had never felt anything like this before. It was like she was reborn through the torn flesh and broken bones.
She kept striking, tearing away at his organs crushing what remained of the man spilling his own green blood upon his research. He used to like the man, he had saved her life, she used to look up to him as a mentor and a friend.
Alas, all she could feel for him now was dismay at his weakness. She was but a child, yet the mighty jedi had fallen before her feet. She spat. "A true jedi would've beaten me." She was a mere padawan, after all.
He didn't sense her fall. He didn't stop her. He couldn't. As she felt the last of his life fade away she let go of the hilt of the training saber, letting it fall to the floor. His blaood was everywhere.
All over the cozy pillows and the handcrafted furniture in the cave that had been her home for the last couple of months. It was on the roof of the cave and covering the holocomputer. As she bent down to pick up her master's saber she exclaimed "No, no, no, no!"
She searched everywhere in the cave; tore apart every nook and cranny, in a desperate attempt to find it. She found nothing, and in a fit of rage she sliced the holocomputer in two.
Her heirloom had been stolen. It was that filth of a rodian. He was dead, it was too late. Where would he have put it, where?! WHERE!? Then it struck her, the delivery droid that came to the cave earlier that day.
That sneaky two-faced scum of a jedi knew of the pendant's power and wanted to take it away from her. It was her birthright! HER HERITAGE!
Surely, it is being taken to the archive on coruscant, she had overheard a conversation between Master Juyo and her Padawan about returning to the Republic capital with some important artifacts.
She realized that her going on a trip to the Jedi Temple would be suicidal at this rate, she had to intercept that package before it reached Master Juyo.
As she left the cave, she spat upon her old master's corpse. "Good riddance." Her vision turned to the skies and she wept, she wept for what she had lost, and as she wept the rain fell and day turned to night.
He would've let her go had she asked she thought, and perhaps that was true. But she didn't do it because of him, she did it because.. well, because it was her bloodline at stake.
She did it to embrace her inner self, her true self. To reclaim the family lineage. Still, she couldn't say she didn't enjoy it. The feeling of someones life slipping away in her hands.
He had died instantly, his inner organs decimated by the force of her blow, she had never felt anything like this before. It was like she was reborn through the torn flesh and broken bones.
She kept striking, tearing away at his organs crushing what remained of the man spilling his own green blood upon his research. He used to like the man, he had saved her life, she used to look up to him as a mentor and a friend.
Alas, all she could feel for him now was dismay at his weakness. She was but a child, yet the mighty jedi had fallen before her feet. She spat. "A true jedi would've beaten me." She was a mere padawan, after all.
He didn't sense her fall. He didn't stop her. He couldn't. As she felt the last of his life fade away she let go of the hilt of the training saber, letting it fall to the floor. His blaood was everywhere.
All over the cozy pillows and the handcrafted furniture in the cave that had been her home for the last couple of months. It was on the roof of the cave and covering the holocomputer. As she bent down to pick up her master's saber she exclaimed "No, no, no, no!"
She searched everywhere in the cave; tore apart every nook and cranny, in a desperate attempt to find it. She found nothing, and in a fit of rage she sliced the holocomputer in two.
Her heirloom had been stolen. It was that filth of a rodian. He was dead, it was too late. Where would he have put it, where?! WHERE!? Then it struck her, the delivery droid that came to the cave earlier that day.
That sneaky two-faced scum of a jedi knew of the pendant's power and wanted to take it away from her. It was her birthright! HER HERITAGE!
Surely, it is being taken to the archive on coruscant, she had overheard a conversation between Master Juyo and her Padawan about returning to the Republic capital with some important artifacts.
She realized that her going on a trip to the Jedi Temple would be suicidal at this rate, she had to intercept that package before it reached Master Juyo.
As she left the cave, she spat upon her old master's corpse. "Good riddance." Her vision turned to the skies and she wept, she wept for what she had lost, and as she wept the rain fell and day turned to night.