Obi Wan the One for me

The desert sunrays burned hot on my tan skin. I came to the training camp to prove I'm good enough to be taught by a real Jedi master. But one in particular Obi Wan Kenobi. Though of course he probably doesn't know I exist, other than quickly going over my profile. Maybe he noticed my picture. Maybe he just looked a little longer. I imagined his handsome sculpted features. He didn't have any facial hair like some of the other Jedi Masters. He was young, handsome and strong. He was in his mid 20's. He had established himself as a top Jedi. But most importantly he was number one in my heart.

I snapped out of my thoughts. I placed my hands on my sculpted hips and smiled up at the sun. I dressed in a shear white top that exposed my midriff and a white long strip of fabric that ran between my legs that had two slits up the side exposing my upper thighs. My long sandy blonde hair brushed against my back as the hot air blew around my sleek figure.

I'm going to make him notice me. Yes, today is the day he going to see me and choose me as his apprentice. Then I'd always be with him by his side. A pearl white smile came over my pink lips. Oh yes he'll notice me today. I'll make sure of it.

"Arie." called one of my comrades. "Come on the group is moving out."

A group of apprentice Jedi gathered, all different races and aliens. All had talents and gifts, but I had to out shine then all. Some soldiers had joined us and swarmed around the students. They were here in case we'd come into any trouble. Then my gaze saw him gliding in the air like an angel as he jumped over the crowd and landed gently on the desert floor. All the students watched him eagerly waiting to hear his command. His sand hair glowed in the intense sun.

My heart melted at the site of him. Taking a deep breath I gazed at him as his eyes past over the students and for a split moment met mine. My breathing stopped. My heart raced and fluttered. It was a moment when my whole existence stood still. Turning away I started to breath. "Come on breath" I told myself. "I've gotta keep a cool head. Whew"

My intense emerald eyes gazed toward him. A slight stroke of weakness filled my legs. I cast my sight downward and jogging towards the others holding back a blush.

Our group's orders were to head due north there we would meet a traveling band of raiders. The bad kind, they would have machine guns and grenades it was really old technology, but still dangerous. We crouched at an impasse for them to arrive.

We waited in anticipation as the dust in the distance rose in the sky. My weapon lay next to me. A half sword and gun that became separate when the fight would come. But now lay like a silver lance at my side.

I could feel the nervousness and tension as the caravans started to approach us. As they approached closer, Obi Wan stepped out into the desert sunlight. The caravan vehicles came to a screeching halt. A monstrous man jumped out of the armored Jeep. He started yelling at the top of his lungs in a language I didn't clearly understand.

Obi Wan talked in a stern by calm tone back asking him and his men to forfeit the goods they stole and be peaceful about their surrender. The rough men watching him and wore sneers and dangerous smiles. The leader screamed back and raised his weapon and then the explosive sound of fire rounds began.

All at once everyone was in the fray. Gunshots whistled and light sabers flashed through the air. The desert dust picked up and swirled like a tornado around the fight. Tearing apart my weapon, gun in one hand, saber in the other and rushed into the heat of battle. I couldn't make out the clouded figures, but there in the midst of the heat and dust storm I saw one of the hideous bandits.

With a mighty blow he struck one of my companions in the face, his body flew to the ground limp.

I rushed head on towards the bandit, my sword flashed through the air and sliced down on his bulky arm. He let out a roar and I felt one of his punches impact my shoulder. Growling I held back my pain; gritting my teeth.

I drew my gun and aimed it strait at his face and pulled the trigger. His headshot back with the force of the impact and he fell like a tree. I saw another bandit coming from my side. My keen eyes caught the machine guns sparks as they erupted from his gun. I flipped out of the way landing my hands and back on my feet with agility. I aimed my gun and fired. The bullet hit his forehead. "Another down. "

Then I felt another bandit come from behind me and grab me, his force crushing my body. My survive instincts ran like wild through my veins. I thrust my silver sword back into his flesh. His grip dramatically loosed. I pulled my sword and swung around and thrust it deep into his abdomen and ripped down. I then realized the horror of death and of killing before my eyes. The man screamed in agony and collapsed. I stood over my victim in a kind of trance. I felt the cruelness of war fill my blood.

I heard the yells and cries around me as my comrades and soldiers drove the smugglers to defeat. The dust died down and bodies and crimson blood covered the dust.

"Sure these men were killers, but does that make it ok to do justice like this." I thought to myself. "A Jedi life must be like that of a knight. To protect the innocent from harm, and these men had raped, killed and plundered." I gazed down on the man I killed.

"But a Jedi must forsake all pleasure of life to be devoted to Justice." My mind then imagined Obi Wan. "Could we ever be together?" I was determined to make him my Master and serve under him and in that way, I could be by his side. But my heart ached at the thought of not reaching out and stroking his face as his soft eyes looking into mine. I smiled gently and went over to one of my comrades and helped him to his feet.