I groaned and opened my eyes, my head weighing somewhere around two pounds. I noticed my head was wrapped and T3 stood by the door, whirring and beeping.

"T3, shut up." I groaned.

"Zerstoren! You're alive!" Mission screeched, throwing her arms around me.

"Of course I'm alive, why wouldn't I be?"

"Carth and Bastila were sure they were going to lose you!"

"Lose me? I'm right here!"

Bastila appeared in the room with Carth behind her, and they shooed Mission away. I sighed and rolled my eyes, knowing full well this meant a screaming, ranting lecture from Bastila about how a Jedi wouldn't do this and such.

"Zerstoren just what the hell were you thinking? You can't just do things like this and think that there aren't any consequences! What you do is your business Zerstoren, but shooting up spice isn't going to--"

"Whoa whoa, who said I was shooting spice?"

"There a needle with blood on it and you were passed out on the floor." Carth sighed.

"I went a tad overboard with some sedatives, I don't do drugs you guys!"

"Sedatives?" Carth asked, astonished.

"Yes, sedatives. I'm terrified of flying you ass!"

Bastila kicked the floor slightly, ashamed she had made a false accusation. I stood up and gazed out the window, seeing plains as far as the eye can see.

"We've arrived on Dantooine. I'm taking you to see the Council here." Bastila said quietly.

"To be a Jedi?"

"That's the plan." Carth sighed and stretched.

I hate the way he acted so coolly after what he did earlier. I followed Carth, Bastila and Canderous off the ship and I immediately lost my balance, clutching wildly onto to Canderous, who supported me with his enormous hands.

"Everything alright, kid?" He asked.

"I'm still a little woozy from the sedatives. I'll be fine in a few minutes."

"What will you do until then?" Carth asked.

"I say that Bastila gives me a piggy back ride!"

"Piggy back…no! Aren't you a little old to be doing something so childish?" Bastila screeched.

I sighed. She thought she was so old and so mature. I bet she wasn't older than twenty.

"Hell no! Plus, I can't walk. It's either you or one of the sleazy, bad-intention males give me one. Choice is up to you Bastila."

I winked at Carth and Canderous, who snickered under their breath. Bastila sighed and bent down, so I smiled and leaped onto her back. She easily supported me, so I don't know what she was complaining about.

"Now! To the Jedi Council! AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!"

Bastila huffed and walked to the Jedi Council chambers, supporting me on her back with Canderous and Carth laughing hysterically behind her. She finally dropped me just before we reached the chambers.

"Now stand up straight and walk in slowly. I will not have you make a fool of yourself."

"Yes mother, whatever you say." I scoffed and walked in, the Jedi chatting amongst themselves.

The all stopped when they saw me. I could feel their fears seeping from them like a sieve, one of them had a deep, seething anger towards me, but I could not feel who it was. They all held a faint, tantalizing familiarity. Nevertheless, they introduced themselves as if we had never met. There was Master Zhar, Master Dorak, Master Vrook, and of course, Master Vandar.

"It is truly a pleasure to meet you and begin the training to be a Jedi." I greeted, trying my best not to screw anything up for Bastila.

Vandar talked about how Bastila and I shared a force bond, meaning both of us were strong in the force and how that meant I should begin my training as a Jedi and so on and so forth. I barely paid attention considering the immense boredom of it all. They finally dismissed Bastila and I and told us to get some rest and come back in the morning. We walked out and shut the door behind us.

"Ugh, finally! I thought that would never end!"

"Zerstoren, that's not--"

"Cram it Bastila, even you can't deny that was one of the most boring things you ever had to sit through."

She remained silent, which indicated that I was right. I stumbled back to the Hawk as the sun began to set, welcoming the soft bed that Canderous now inhabited.

"Canderous move your ass. That's my bed."

"Oh yeah," He asked, his hand over his eyes, "I don't see your name on it."

I sighed and jumped on him, attempting to push him off. I was a wimpy, 120 pound human girl while he was an enormous, 225 pounds of pure muscle Mandalorian. You can see how well that worked out.

"I have a better idea," Canderous suggested, snatching my hips, "Why don't we sleep together?"

"Dream on, butt breath." I sighed and pushed him off the bed.

He got up and sighed, walking out of the room while I crawled underneath the covers, falling asleep in a matter of minutes.