A/N: So I got this done surprisingly quick. Hopefully it is better than chapter 3 was. It is about twice as long, so huzzah.

Shout out to Darian J. Kim for reviewing and showing some support, thank you greatly! It keeps me going.

So, enjoy, and please let me know what you think! Any comments are welcome.


Sunset woke in a bed too comfortable to be her own, and guessed she was in the infirmary. Her legs and arms felt sore still, and one of her many burns from the training bot still stung, but she felt better. Considering the state she was found in, a lot better.

She sensed Macedon in the room, and risked a peek, opening her eye just a smidge. He sat in the corner, his eyes closed, hands under his chin. Around him swirled the many pieces of his lightsaber. He frowned, and seemingly as a result, a piece fell out of sync, and lazily hovered where it was. Sunset watched a moment longer, as the lightsaber was reassembled.

Macedon opened his eyes and held out his hand, catching the saber as it dropped into his palm. He looked up at the door a second before it opened. The padawan Sunset had seen when she was losing consciousness walked in, and in his hands he held two small plates, each holding a slice of cake.

"How is she doing?" the padawan asked, as he held a plate out to Macedon.

"Ask her yourself, she just woke up." Macedon replied smoothly, and he glanced over to where Sunset was now beginning to sit up. She almost immediately groaned, and fell back down.

"Ugh, sitting was not a good idea. I'm fine, mostly. How long was I out?" Sunset asked to either of them as they began digging into their cake. She was only a little envious.

Ok. She was really envious. Triple chocolate was her favorite.

"Lets see- you were asleep through the night, and it is nearly mid day, so roughly 13 hours, give or take. I wasn't keeping too much an eye on time." Macedon replied. He paused, seemingly trying to find the best way to word his next question.

"Where were you? Much less, why were you alone?" he asked in a slightly more stern voice.

"I was training with Master Luna, she had me fight a droid, and I lost every time but the last, as you can see. She left me for no reason to make my way back. She didn't even try to help. Didn't even care I was struggling, and in pain, she didn't bat an-"

"Sunset." The one calm word made her stop. She hadn't even realized she was raising her voice. Suddenly aware she was clenching her fists, Sunset spread them out over the bed sheet, smoothing it over, and refused to look up. With some difficulty, she managed to fight down the sudden barrage of anger.

"I'm sorry, I am still sore, and really hungry. Any chance the-"

The door opened once more, and one of the nurses stepped in carrying a tray. A large plate of food was in the center, with some utensils and water, as well as a roll of gauze.

"Good afternoon everyone, glad to see your up Padawan Shimmer. If you don't mind I just need to roll up your sleeve and re-apply a bandage, and I will let you eat." As the nurse set the tray down, a sudden panic rocked Sunset. With a little dread, and a little relief, she realized she didn't have it on her arm anymore. And the dread slowly took hold as she realized she hadn't felt it when she was going unconscious either.

"Are you alright?" two voices spoke at once, the nurse and Macedon shared a glance, before both looked at Sunset again.

"Yeah, I'm fine, it, ugh, just hurt a little to lift my arm. Still sore and all." Sunset put on her best reassuring smile, and hoped that her lie would slip by. She could tell no one in the room believed her, but no one objected.

"Alright. I will let you eat and have a bit more silence. I will take Corinth here to find his master, and then we have a few things to talk about." Macedon sighed heavily, and motioned with his head towards the other padawan. After politely dismissing himself from the nurse, he strode out of the room, and Corinth gave her a quick smile before following.

Sunset sighed, and her misery grew at the barely noticeable pitying glance the nurse gave her. Not seeing another option, Sunset mentally prepared herself for the inevitable lecture ahead.


Sunset looked up as the door slid open, expecting to see Macedon step in. Her eyes narrowed slightly when she saw Master Luna instead. A small seed of anger began growing in Sunset once more.

"Before you say anything, I would like to let you know, everything I do has a purpose. From the smallest hand gesture, to the greatest feats I have accomplished. I had to see how you would fare after such an extreme practice without guidance. Test your limits. Among other things. Do you understand?" Luna's expression never changed. Observing and judging seemed to be her specialty. Her hard glare unnerved Sunset, but her anger wouldn't let her break eye contact with the Jedi master.

"No. You left me to fare for myself when I was obviously not in a position to do so, you broke a rule set by the council you are part of, and now Macedon is going to get in my face about it. I don't think I understand at all." Sunset replied heatedly. Something deep down told her that her anger shouldn't be getting the best of her, but that anger only grew when Luna smirked.

"I see. When you are relieved from the infirmary, come find me. I have something of yours, should you wish to collect it." Without waiting for a reply, Luna turned and glided out of the room, her foot steps never making a sound. A moment later, Macedon walked in once more, followed by the nurse from earlier. Macedon immediately stepped up to the side of the bed and placed his hand on her shoulder. His gaze was soft, but alarmed.

"You're practically radiating anger, what happened? What's wrong?" He asked hurriedly. The nurse paused, and quietly stepped back out of the room.

"Was it Master Luna? I saw her coming from this direction, tell me what is going on." Macedon asked a bit more gently. Sunset wouldn't meet his eyes, and her anger slowly but surely ebbed away.

"She is just so, so, aggravating! She came in here and basically said I was weak and then left! What kind of council member does that?" Sunset didn't know why it felt like it wouldn't be a good idea to tell the whole truth, but it wasn't really a lie either. She closed her eyes and sighed, and looked up at her master.

"I am sorry, I just, when she walked in, I was so angry with her, and I couldn't fight it down. I'll get it under control, I promise." Sunset vowed, and she was slightly surprised when Macedon gave her a fatherly hug. She was grateful nonetheless, it did wonders to calm her down.

Moments later, she was allowed to leave the infirmary, with a roll of bandages, and orders to come back if any of the burns didn't heal up in a day or two. As she and Macedon walked out, she decided she wouldn't go to Luna, no matter what today. She didn't want to get too angry again.


The next day, Sunset was awoken by a knock on her door. It wasn't Macedon's usual knock, and she assumed Luna wouldn't. Her confusion grew with each step towards the door. She opened it to reveal three young padawans, a few years younger than she was. All of them had different expressions. One of awe, one of suspicion, and one, well. That last one looked like he was just dragged along.

"Are the rumors true?" the one with the suspicious look asked. Taken back, Sunset stared at her.

"What rumors?" the girl facepalmed, and the other boy that had the awed look answered.

"People are saying you dueled with Master Luna and almost won. That she was so humiliated, she left you to make your own way to the infirmary. And the-" he stopped when Sunset held up a hand.

"Of course those aren't true. It was a practice bot, and she was looking over my performance. If we had been dueling, I would have lost in the first five minutes." The boy looked crushed. The girl looked rather triumphant, and the third cuffed the other boy on the back of his head. Seemingly accomplishing what they had come to do, they shuffled down the hall, leaving Sunset to contemplate how the rumors started. As she was closing the door, a shout stopped her midway.

"Hold the door please!"

A messenger stopped in front of her, breathing a little hard. He held out a package while he recovered. Sunset took it hesitantly, not having the slightest idea as to who it came from.

"oh man, I'm out of practice, haven't had to run that much in a while… ugh. Phew, ok. The package is from Jedi Master Luna, said it was urgent. Don't know what it is. Have a good day miss Shimmer." And he was off, running down the hallway, quickly overtaking the group of padawans and pushing past a few others.

Sunset closed the door, and sat on her bed. Opening the package carefully, she caught her breath. Her thoughts quickly flashed to the item she kept up her sleeve. She had asked many times over for a second saber. And many times over she was denied. So she resulted to making her own. She had dissembled hers enough times to know what she needed. It was strictly outlawed to do so, but she had done it. She noticed a small note, and picked it up.

Your weapon was crude, but surprisingly well made. I decided you needed one of jedi quality, and saw to it you were permitted to train with a second saber. I hope it is to your liking.

~Luna.

Without waiting another second, Sunset took her now official second lightsaber. It was smooth and cold to the touch, silver with traces of gold finish, and the hilt was slightly curved. It felt comfortable in her hand, and when she turned it on, she smiled. The purple blade matched her first, and now, Sunset felt as though she could never be mad at Master Luna again.