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Rationality or Sentimentality

Slowly, the stranger feels energy and awareness return back. A moan escapes from her as she struggles to open her eyes. A sliver of light pierces the darkness. At first, her vision is blurred. After blinking a couple of times, the stranger finally is able to see. The first thing that catches in her sight is the medical droid that was checking out her vital signs. The stranger quickly sits upright, which causes a dull pain to spread through her lower torso. She groans at the feeling before turning to look at the droid, who was starting to grab one of the needles that was on a tray near the bed.

"What happened?" Even though the stranger was asking herself, the droid decides it is best to answer the patient.

"According to the information I was given, you were shot in the lower right abdomen. You were unconscious when Master Skywalker brought you here." The droid finds the appropriate needle to draw a sufficient blood sample to test for any abnormalities. Before the droid could use it, the stranger had been putting the pieces together. In a second, the stranger rolls off the side of the bed that the droid was not on.

"You said 'Master Skywalker'."

"Yes, Ma'am." The droid starts to make its way around the bed towards her.

"Okay, first off, don't call me ma'am. I hate that." The woman says, preparing to dodge the droid once more. "Second, where are the rest of my clothes?"

The droid points across the room. On top of one of the metal desks was her attire, which was composed of her denim jacket, white long-sleeved shirt that went under the jacket, her jeans that were the same deep blue her jacket was, and her dark brown, shin-high boots. Quickly, she uses the Force to call her clothes from across the room and into her hand. At that moment , the droid is about to draw the blood from her.

"Hold still a moment."

She doesn't. She jumps over the bed, leaving the droid on the other side. This gives her a couple of seconds to get into her clothes before the droid completely moves around the bed once more. Just as she finishes slipping on her jacket over her long-sleeved shirt, the droid approaches her and is about to stick the needle in her arm.

She's quicker than the droid. Using the Force, she pushes the droid clear across the other side of the room, pinning the medical droid to the wall.

"Ma'am, I kindly suggest that you get back into the bed."

"Yeah, well, I've been given lots of suggestions over the years." She walks backwards until she reaches the panel to open the door. She hits the button, on the panel, with her left fist, while maintaining her sight on the droid. Once outside the room, the door closes itself. She releases the droid from her Force grip and turns around to see that she was in a hallway. Fortunately, no one is in the hall at the moment.

Not sensing anyone nearby, she locks the door, she had just walked through, by hitting a button on the panel next to the door, locking the medical droid inside the room. She puts her back against the closed door and slowly slides down to the floor. The pain in her lower right side slightly flares up but subsides quickly, leaving the woman to have full focus on her thoughts.

Skywalker brought me here. That's what the droid said. I must be in the Jedi Praxeum on Yavin 4. She unknowingly starts stroking her shoulder-length blonde hair. "I'm in the Jedi Praxeum." She mumbles softly. "Not good, not good."

If I had been quicker, I wouldn't have been hit by that shot. I would have been able to run from Skywalker's sight before he would have been able to see me!

"Instead, he brought me here." Her voice whispers to no one but herself. "I need to get off this planet before anyone notices that I'm gone. I can't be here, even though I want to be. They wouldn't accept me, not so soon after the downfall of the Empire."

She stops stroking her hair and looks up and down the hallway once more. Nobody had entered in the hallway. "I have to move. I have to find a ship to get off this-" Her command to herself is cut short upon realizing that she did not have her lightsabers at her sides. She looks down, which gives her the cold, hard fact. They were not with her. She closes her eyes in frustration and her body tenses at the thought of leaving her only form of material protection behind. She had been in possession of those two lightsabers for years. She had found them. She had been taught with them. She had matured with them by her sides. The lightsabers reminded her of what few good times she had every time she held them in her hands.

"Oh, this can't be happening to me. Why me? It's always me." She buries her face into her open hands and then lets a moan of frustration and despair. She then slowly pushes herself up off the ground, careful not to agitate her newest injury to her body. Once standing, she has a choice to make. She could find the hanger bay and "borrow" one of the ships to get off of Yavin 4 or she could go on a hunt through the Jedi-filled Praxeum to find her lightsabers, one of the many few things that she would struggle without.

She couldn't choose. Two equal parts of her conflicting within one another.

One side of her was known as rationality. Rationality knew that it would be foolish to go on a hunt for the lightsabers in a place that housed people that would not accept someone such as her. Rationality told her to leave the lightsabers behind and get off Yavin 4 before anyone would see her, especially Skywalker, who had brought her here in the first place.

The other side of her went by the name of sentimentality. Those lightsabers-those two swords of radiant, blue light-meant everything to her. If she left them behind, she wouldn't be the same way. Sentimentality knew this and knew it needed to win this fight. Sentimentality continues to hint and whisper at her, urging and provoking her to take the risk to get them back into her hands and have them at her sides once more.

Soon enough, one side wins her mind. She would go on the hunt for her lightsabers. It was a risk that she was willing to take, even though there was a great chance that she would meet up with a Jedi in the Praxeum. Quickly glancing up and down the hallway one more time, she starts walking away from the locked door and starts her mission to recover her weapons.

Luke had just finished meeting with all of the Jedi who had the rank of Master. The meeting had been an interesting one. Skywalker had called all of the masters together to discuss what had been played out in front of them merely a few hours earlier. It was only fair that he did so.

He explained everything that happened when he and Han were in Mos Eisley, making their way back to the docking bays to leave Tatooine. Most of the masters had not known about Skywalker's little trip to Tatooine and wanted to ask why he even went there, but that question left their minds when Skywalker brought up the person that he had brought back with him. When Luke had sent a transmission to the Praxeum, after the Millennium Falcon exited hyperspace near Yavin 4, everyone that was in the Praxeum heard it over the intercom system.

When the announcement had been made, all of the masters had been giving the students of the Praxeum their daily lessons and were unable to see who it was that needed medical attention. Once they were done giving the students their lessons though, the masters started making their way to the medical area, where they knew Skywalker would most likely be. Their wanted to know who had been injured, since they figured that Skywalker had not been since he was the one who requested the medical assistance.

All of the masters were just about to turn the corner in the hallway, where the medical area started, but they stopped short when Luke walked around that same corner first. They immediately start to ask who it was that had needed the medical help, but Luke holds his hands in front of them, silently asking them to stop inquiring on it. They respect his silent request. Then, Luke starts to tell them that he would much prefer to discuss this matter elsewhere. The masters agree with this and follow behind Luke as they leave the medical area and make their way to the Council Chamber, that they used to discuss whatever they needed to verbal talk about to the other members of the New Jedi Order.

During the meeting, Luke told about the person he had brought to the Praxeum and how this person had been in possession of two lightsabers, which he pointed to on his belt so that the masters could get a glance at the hilts. Several questions were asked to Luke, but he answered them all with one of his two replies. He either said, "I don't know" or "It would be better for her to answer the question".

Luke soon ended the meeting, after mentioning that he would have another one if the woman he had brought to Yavin 4 willingly wanted to meet the rest of the masters. Hoping that she was awake and was healed enough, Luke starts making his way back to the medical area.

While walking back to the medical area, Luke starts wondering on what he had witnessed when the Falcon had been in hyperspace, on the way back to Yavin 4. Wanting to know the face of the person who had pushed him and Han from the line of fire, Luke had carefully pulled the hood back to reveal the face of a beautiful woman. She appeared to be the same age as Luke and possessed light blonde hair that went down to her shoulders. Luke would have taken this sight like he took in seeing anyone else he knew. However, his reaction changed in a snap as the some sections of the lady's hair started to turn from light shiny blonde into the deepest, darkest color of black that Luke had ever seen. His mind had reeled from such a sight. Luke had never seen anything like it before. He also sensed a shift in the Force when some of the woman's hair had changed in color, as if she was drawing the energy of the Force directly towards the wound in her side. Luke then slowly lifts the bottom of her jacket and shirt to look at the wound. At first, he sees that it was like any other blaster shot that had hit its mark; but when he focuses closely on it, he sees that the puncture from the shot was slowly healing. The black burns of the wound were being replaced with a reddish pink tint as the muscles and skin were coming back to life. Luke just sat there, completely dumbfounded at what he was seeing. He had read of instances where a Jedi could heal themselves or others, but not at a rapid rate as the woman in front of him was. She kept making Luke think of more and more questions that he deeply desired the answers to.

Soon enough, Luke walks towards the door that he had went through to place the injured lady on a medical bed. When he reaches the door, he sees that the panel was emitting a red glow, indicating that the door was locked.

That's odd. He thinks, as he unlocks the door and walks into the room after the door had moved out of the way. Luke suddenly has to stumble back out of the doorway of the room and back into the hall as the medical droid, in charge of taking care of the injured woman, barrels out of the room and quickly glances both ways in the hall.

"Oh no. This is not good, at all." The droid quickly turns to face Master Skywalker, hoping that the Jedi Master had seen the woman leave the room. "Master Skywalker, did you see the woman you brought in?"

"No, I was just about to see if she was awake. What happened?" Luke was anxious, but he waits patiently for the droid to answer.

"When I was about to draw some blood to run some tests, she woke up and wondered what had happened. Since she was the patient, I told her what information I knew and what you had told me when you brought her in. She then proceeded to get out of bed, even though I highly recommended that she get back into it. She then started putting all of her clothes back on; used the Force, I believe, to keep me pinned against a wall; and locked the door, probably to keep me from announcing her leaving."

"So she can use the Force." Luke whispers low enough to keep the droid from hearing him. "She's probably scared out of her mind right now."

"I'm sorry that I was not able to keep her from leaving." The droid lowers his head in shame.

"It's alright. You did all you could." Luke leaves the area. He now had to go on a search for the woman.

I should try the hanger area first. She might not even want to be here, if she has already figured out where she is. Luke picks up speed, going into a past paced walk towards the hanger. Even though he could have asked for help over the intercom system, it would have been heard by the lady as well. He did not want anyone else meeting her, unless she wanted to. He had his reasons for doing it the way he was; and he planned on following through with it.

The blonde-haired lady had been successful so far. She somehow had not crossed paths with anyone in the Praxeum. However, she had not the faintest clue on where her lightsabers could be and she did not know where in the Praxeum she was at. She was walking around without any sign of where she could be.

"Maybe my lightsabers are in the armory, if this place even has an armory."

Even though it had been a couple of minutes since she had left the room she had woke up in, she had somehow managed to reach the opening for the hanger area. Fighters and ships of different models and types were dormant, waiting for someone to get into them and switch them to life.

Any ship and fighter for her to chose from. It was very tempting. Tempting to the point that her mindset was slowing beginning to alter, from obtaining her lightsabers to "borrowing" a ship to leave Yavin 4 at that moment.

Her eyes catch sight of one of the fighters out of the corner of her sight. She walks over to an X-wing, that was resting next to one of the hanger walls. She just stood still and admired the structure of the machine. All of its edges and curves shined. Even though it had lots of scratches in the paint, she didn't wrinkle her nose in disgust at it. In fact, she thought it gave the X-wing, character. It was telling her a story with its scrapes and scars.

"You've seen a lot of action, haven't you?" She asks her question to the machine. However, she did not expect the machine to have a voice and reply back to her.

"It's pilot has seen his fair share of action as well." A voice from behind her answered.

Keeping the sudden rush of adrenaline in her body under control, she turns around to face the man who had answered her supposedly rhetorical question to the X-wing.

"Look, I don't want any trouble." She stands in place, waiting for the man to make his next move.

"What makes you think that you're in trouble?"

She doesn't answer the question. She remains silent, eyeing him carefully and preparing herself in case he noticed her for who she truly was.

"Oh." He reaches for two hilts that were at his sides and takes them off his belt. He holds one in each hand as he slowly walks towards her. "These are yours." He holds them out to her. She gently takes them from his hands and quickly looks at them before putting them on her belt.

"How are you feeling?"

"...fine."

He outstretches his right hand, wanting to shake hands and formally introduce himself.

"I'm Luke Skywalker."

Since she had some form of decency and manners, she reluctantly takes Luke's hand and shakes it, as she gives him her first name.

"Angela. Call me Angela."

Next chapter should be interesting. More characters, especially Kyle Katarn. HECK YEAH! I'm just going to say this once, so listen closely. I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THE EU OF STAR WARS IS BASICALLY FANFICTION NOW, ACCORDING TO FREAKIN DISNEY BEING A FREAKIN COMMUNISTIC TROLL THE EU IS STILL CANON TO ME AND I DONT CARE WHAT DISNEY SAYS TO IT!

Okay, I'm done. Thanks for letting me vent. Let me leave this on a good note, though. Kyle Katarn is awesome! EPIC JEDI! HECK YEAH! Remember to leave some feedback. I want to know if anyone is actually enjoying this story. ~TheJediAvenger~