Word Count: 100
Rating: K
Genre: Introspection/Humor
Characters/Pairings: Mace Windu
Different
He was the last of his year-mates to build his lightsaber, and everyone, including some of his friends' teachers, was anxious to see what he'd waited so long for.
They lined up, each Padawan standing before their Master, weapons in their hands. The hilts looked remarkably similar, but only at first glance.
One by one, the blades ignited. Blue, blue, green, green, green, blue, green… violet…
He could feel everyone's stares go instantly to his blade. Yeah. It's purple. And it's going to own you!
But he didn't say that, because it wasn't very Jedi-like.
Even if it was true.