4. Jedi Knights

The following morning, I found Luke standing in the middle of the main cabin, his new light-sabre lit, eyes closed, whirling and twirling, a look of pure quiet written on his face.

I moved to sit away from him and watch when suddenly he put his sabre off and opened his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Oh, no, Knight Kenobi, you're not sitting and watching. Come here!"

I shook my head. "No way, Luke. I'm not ready yet."

"Nonsense." He moved to stand in front of me and pushed his light-sabre in my hands. "Close your eyes." I sighed but did so. "What can you feel?"

I would have laughed to the ridicule of the situation. I was a Knight for longer than him, and he ended teaching me.

I opened my mind to the feelings in the air, in my hands, to my hearing, to my smell. And there it was.

"I can sense you."

He chuckled. "I'm standing too close. Wait a second." I heard him walk away. "There. And now?"

I chuckled back. "I still sense you, Skywalker. You're too powerful for this room to contain." And my eyes opened. Before me, his own blue orbs were widened in stun. "Try something else." The words almost came huskily. Almost.

He walked back to me and took back his light-sabre. "Alright, a duel is in order I'm afraid. Meet me in ten outside."

My eyebrows lifted. "In ten? What am I gonna do these ten minutes, shall I ask?"

His smile grew mischievous. "You'll see. It's in your room." And he exited the room, heading no doubt to the armoury where he'd find training sticks.

I headed slowly as a ghost to my own room, and opened the door.

I gasped.

On my bed laid a full Jedi outfit, beige as was my father.

Next to it, a note. "Embrace your destiny. Q-G."

I smirked and looked into thin air. "You'd still be alive, Master, you'd earn a slap."

I heard him chuckle as a whisper.

!-!-!-!-!

"Here I am, Farmboy!"

Luke whirled around and took me in, a look of surprise all over his features.

I had seen myself in the mirror before I came outside, so I knew what he was seeing.

A perfect copy of my father. Except in woman form.

His surprise turned into a kind smile. "I knew it'd fit you." Then he walked to me and handed me a training light stick, a present of my father's house. "Here. Attack me, Knight Kenobi."

I smirked. "With pleasure, Knight Skywalker."

Surprisingly enough, my old reflexes came back quickly enough. A small tingling in my leg made it clear I still had to work on that part, but Luke didn't manage to touch me.

At first.

As if an unknown power then coursed his veins, his eyes flashed gold and in an instant he had switched from my father's Soresu to a deadly Vaapad. The style his own father liked most.

Which he wasn't supposed to know.

Fortunately for me, my Master was an expert in the Vaapad style. I was trained to resist its pull and agressivity, as well as defend myself from its blows.

But after a while, Luke still manage to have me lying on the sand, his stick pushed onto my neck.

He swallowed uneasily and helped me up. "I'm sorry, I don't know-"

"I do. You do have Skywalker's blood, Luke. And now, I'm almost jealous enough to say you're better than me in sword fight."

His eyes lit a bit. "I'm sure I'm not that good when stress takes over."

I smirked. "False. Don't tell me you weren't careful not to hurt me out there, that'd be a lie." Bold enough to take a pace forward, I ran my free hand on his cheek. "You're too a gentleman, Luke Skywalker." This came as a whisper, but he still heard it.

His own hand covered mine, and his kind gaze locked on mine. "Come, let's go back inside."

I shook my head and lit my stick back. "Nope. Once more."

Luke stared at me in owe. "What?"

"I said: again. Beat me again, Skywalker, so I can defend myself next time I meet your dad."

He rolled his eyes but lit his stick anyway. "You had it coming."

And with a devilish smile, he jumped towards me.