(Her Room)
(Keisa's 12 ½)
(Keisa's View)
Oh how much I love to relax after a stressful, 2 hour training run with Father. Ever since I turned 8, I've been ordered to train much more than I did. Even worse (or better if looking at an experience standpoint), the challenges are more life-threatening, such as leaping from branches over 180 feet in the air with no safety harness (which is personally my favorite; I love the forest air.)
Right now, I'm lying on my old, slightly squeaky twin sized bed with dark blue sheets and pillows, relaxing my sore muscles. Next to my bed stands an AT-AT nightstand with an alarm clock, holo-computer that Father bought me a few weeks ago (and I've been on it like crazy ever since) and a photograph of him and I playing in Kamino's rain, kicking water into the air. Inside the nightstand holds some things I used to love a lot. Those things happen to be my Captain Phasma doll and Father's old blanket. On the back, center part of the wall is my black dresser, filled with blue, black/red and white clothing, all colors separated by drawers. In the very top one, however, lays my very own Sith cloak. The cloak is a caped cloak with a hoodie, cape (duh) and a diagonal striped pattern of black and red. On the right wall is the door to my personal bathroom. On the front, right side wall is a locked chest (which has nothing in it, but I need it soon for my own lightsabers, if Father lets me have one that is.) On the front, left side is built in shelves, holding my two training sabers, a Marksman-H combat remote (or what I call a "blaster ball") and a few dumbbells.
Lying in my bed for around 45 minutes, I grow bored. I turn my attention to my holo-computer, but as I reach for it, a knock comes from the outside my room. I wince as I push myself up with my sore muscles. I turn my head to spot Father walking inside. Closing the door, he walks to me. "Keisa. May I have a word?"
"Well sure. We always do. Something up?" I ask, swinging my legs off the bed. He nods. "Yes. It's about your training. Supreme Leader ordered me to bring you to him." He says. I freeze.
Ever since I first saw Supreme Leader Snoke, my opinion of him plummeted. He required so much from Father, too much for my taste. I'm not a fan of him to say the least. I narrow my eyes. "You're not serious."
"I'm serious Keisa. Meet me outside his chambers. We'll walk inside together. Make sure you grab your practice sabers." He tells before walking outside. I could only stare in disbelief. I scoff to myself and leap off my bed, grab my black jean jacket (I'm wearing a white shirt and black jeans with no shoes; I prefer to go barefoot.) and slip it on. Snatching my sabers, I walk towards the chambers. When I reach the chambers, I spot Father waiting for me, his hand clutching something. I, knowing asking him will cause, maybe, an argument, I turn my head, without word, to the chamber's doors. Father steps to my side and with the Force, opens the door. With a nod to each other, we walk inside to a holographic Snoke. We bow our heads a bit of our upper bodies to him. He nods in return before lifting his head. "You've sure grown Keisa. Are you ready?"
"Ready? Ready for-?" I begin to ask, but in the corner of my eye, I see Father, a practice saber identical to his real one in his hand, dashing to me. I ignite my own two practice sabers and dash towards him. He swings his saber, which I flip over, spin around to strike. Father blocks my attack without looking. He turns around and pushes me with the Force before leaping to me. As I skid to a stop, my bare feet burning due to the friction of the tile floor, I, with the Force's help, dodge to the side and then chuck one my saber to Father. He spins to the side, but as he does, I summon my saber towards me. He, in the way, is hit in the side before I catch my saber. He lands on his feet right when I begin to strike. He blocks both my sabers with his, beginning a strength match. He, to my surprise, kicks me in the chest, sending me to the ground hard. He thrusts his practice saber towards me, but I roll away and backflip to my feet. When I do, he swings his saber down, which I block with only one of my sabers. Right when I try to swing, he summons my own saber into his hand and slices my shirt, signaling my death. Snoke then calls us to him. Father chucks me my saber and we walk slowly to him. He, head lifted to me. "Keisa...that fight gives me promise that you're getting stronger. Your Father has trained you well." He says. My eyes snap open with shock and joy. Father cracks a smile, but soon fades when Snoke begins to talk to him. I keep silent as Snoke tells Father to begin a secret mission. He turns his attention to me. I freeze. "And you, keep your hands off of this mission. You're time will come soon." He tells me before logging off. I scoff. "He thinks I'm still weak."
"No he doesn't." Father tries to reassure me. I shake my head. "Yeah right. Sure he complimented me, but why can I not battle alongside you. It's not fair at all! I want to fight Jedi!" I complain as we walk outside the chambers. He turns his head to me. "You really aren't ready. I know Jedi more than you realize Keisa. Let's drop the conversation. Rest up for now, we're training tomorrow." He snarls before walking away. I could only stare and watch.
Father's struggling with something, and he's not going to share it. I guess I have no choice but to wait.
To wait for my chance against the Jedi.