Chapter 7
Two blue lightsabers crashed together then came apart again as a Jedi Knight and a Jedi Knight-to-be performed the dance of a lightsaber duel. Both tried to catch each other off guard. Both tried to have the other falter to deal the killing blow. However, since the duel was for Trial purposes only, the blades were set at a training power, only powerful enough to leave mild burns if touched to the skin.
Leaping in the air and back flipping away to avoid a strike at the ankles, Vanda Kiolen jumped atop a nearby boulder and waited patiently for pursuit. Ravan Solo followed and the duel continued. Both had received mild burns but, nevertheless, the duel wasn't over until the killing blow at the neck was given.
Using the Force to calm her breathing and pounding heart, Vanda swung at Ravan's head while swiping her foot at her ankles at the same time. Jumping in the air and ducking, Ravan brought her saber's hilt into Vanda's stomach and pushed, forcing Vanda off the boulder.
With sweat drenching her tunic and the wind knocked out of her, Vanda had no problem regaining her footing and her breathing control, with aid from the Force of course, as Ravan followed her down.
Vanda raised her saber and moved forward to strike when Ravan held up a hand. "That's enough."
Thumbing the switch that called the blade back into it's hilt, Vanda bowed respectively and put the hilt back on her belt, wiping the sweat off her brow.
"You did well, Padawan."
"Thank you, Master. I did my best."
"Which is all that's required. We can continue, if you feel up to it. The mind test is next."
"I'm ready," Vanda retorted.
"Very well. Follow me," Ravan ordered as she walked towards a shady tree, her lightsaber already sheathed.
Removing a viewfinder from her pack, she turned it on and pictures of various objects showed up on the screen, only to the person facing it, however.
Looking at Vanda, Ravan glanced at the viewfinder. "What do you see?"
"A ship"
Nodding, the picture was changed.
"A cup."
The image was changed once more.
"A ship."
Once more the image was changed with a nod.
"A speeder."
"Very good, Padawan."
Vanda raised her gaze and waited.
"The rest can be pursued tomorrow, for I must go. May the Force be with you," Ravan announced.
Vanda nodded, "And with you." She watched Ravan go and sighed in fatigue. While walking home, she realized how much she'd changed. Still, other events would come that would change her once again.
Walking into Sinlahekin the next morning, tuning into the living side of the Force, she noticed a hostile sense in the valley. As she took a bite out of an apple she picked from a tree, she soon found out why.
Lurking among the shadows, a Sith by the name of Naaci was patiently waiting. Seeing Vanda, she let herself be seen and stood at a challenging distance.
"So, it's the mighty Vanda. The one who smart-mouthed Master Kamikon," she sneered.
At that moment, Ravan appeared and soon after Melayne. Seeing an argument brewing, they hurried over to Vanda's side.
Nodding a greeting to both of them, Vanda returned her gaze to Naaci, who began grinning.
"I'll make a deal with you, Kiolen. I challenge you to a duel. If I win, you turn to the Dark side. If you win, I'll never bother you again. Do you accept?"
Without thinking, she replied quickly, "I accept."
Immediately, sharp looks were given from both Melayne and Ravan. Vanda paid no attention to them because Naaci had ignited her lightsaber and proceeded to advance.
'I can handle this,' Vanda mindspoke to both Melayne and Ravan.
'Be careful, Padawan.'
Melayne was silent.
As Naaci advanced, Vanda ignited her lightsaber and waited for a strike. It came towards her ankles, weapon-welding hands were switched and the wrist was flicked up towards her shoulder. Vanda sidestepped away and aimed a blow at the weapon-welding hand, swiping her foot at the ankles at the same time. Naaci back flipped out of the way and began circling.
"If I win, you die. If you win, I'll still come after you, Kiolen."
"You know those weren't the terms," Vanda argued as Naaci began striking again.
Naaci smiled and spoke in a haunting, wicked voice, "So I changed them. What are you going to do about it?"
Acting unaffected, Vanda blocked every strike that came at her. She waited to tire her opponent out.
Using little energy, she watched patiently as Naaci began to decrease greatly in her fighting power. Finally, Vanda tripped her to the ground and held her lightsaber at her throat.
"You win," Naaci declared, "But I promise you, this won't be the last time you see me, Kiolen."
"We'll see," Vanda retorted as she sheathed her lightsaber and walked back to Melayne and Ravan, both with relief on their faces after finding that the duel was over.
What do you think?! Sorry it's a bit short. Reviews would be nice! Next chapter's coming soon!
-Natselane
Two blue lightsabers crashed together then came apart again as a Jedi Knight and a Jedi Knight-to-be performed the dance of a lightsaber duel. Both tried to catch each other off guard. Both tried to have the other falter to deal the killing blow. However, since the duel was for Trial purposes only, the blades were set at a training power, only powerful enough to leave mild burns if touched to the skin.
Leaping in the air and back flipping away to avoid a strike at the ankles, Vanda Kiolen jumped atop a nearby boulder and waited patiently for pursuit. Ravan Solo followed and the duel continued. Both had received mild burns but, nevertheless, the duel wasn't over until the killing blow at the neck was given.
Using the Force to calm her breathing and pounding heart, Vanda swung at Ravan's head while swiping her foot at her ankles at the same time. Jumping in the air and ducking, Ravan brought her saber's hilt into Vanda's stomach and pushed, forcing Vanda off the boulder.
With sweat drenching her tunic and the wind knocked out of her, Vanda had no problem regaining her footing and her breathing control, with aid from the Force of course, as Ravan followed her down.
Vanda raised her saber and moved forward to strike when Ravan held up a hand. "That's enough."
Thumbing the switch that called the blade back into it's hilt, Vanda bowed respectively and put the hilt back on her belt, wiping the sweat off her brow.
"You did well, Padawan."
"Thank you, Master. I did my best."
"Which is all that's required. We can continue, if you feel up to it. The mind test is next."
"I'm ready," Vanda retorted.
"Very well. Follow me," Ravan ordered as she walked towards a shady tree, her lightsaber already sheathed.
Removing a viewfinder from her pack, she turned it on and pictures of various objects showed up on the screen, only to the person facing it, however.
Looking at Vanda, Ravan glanced at the viewfinder. "What do you see?"
"A ship"
Nodding, the picture was changed.
"A cup."
The image was changed once more.
"A ship."
Once more the image was changed with a nod.
"A speeder."
"Very good, Padawan."
Vanda raised her gaze and waited.
"The rest can be pursued tomorrow, for I must go. May the Force be with you," Ravan announced.
Vanda nodded, "And with you." She watched Ravan go and sighed in fatigue. While walking home, she realized how much she'd changed. Still, other events would come that would change her once again.
Walking into Sinlahekin the next morning, tuning into the living side of the Force, she noticed a hostile sense in the valley. As she took a bite out of an apple she picked from a tree, she soon found out why.
Lurking among the shadows, a Sith by the name of Naaci was patiently waiting. Seeing Vanda, she let herself be seen and stood at a challenging distance.
"So, it's the mighty Vanda. The one who smart-mouthed Master Kamikon," she sneered.
At that moment, Ravan appeared and soon after Melayne. Seeing an argument brewing, they hurried over to Vanda's side.
Nodding a greeting to both of them, Vanda returned her gaze to Naaci, who began grinning.
"I'll make a deal with you, Kiolen. I challenge you to a duel. If I win, you turn to the Dark side. If you win, I'll never bother you again. Do you accept?"
Without thinking, she replied quickly, "I accept."
Immediately, sharp looks were given from both Melayne and Ravan. Vanda paid no attention to them because Naaci had ignited her lightsaber and proceeded to advance.
'I can handle this,' Vanda mindspoke to both Melayne and Ravan.
'Be careful, Padawan.'
Melayne was silent.
As Naaci advanced, Vanda ignited her lightsaber and waited for a strike. It came towards her ankles, weapon-welding hands were switched and the wrist was flicked up towards her shoulder. Vanda sidestepped away and aimed a blow at the weapon-welding hand, swiping her foot at the ankles at the same time. Naaci back flipped out of the way and began circling.
"If I win, you die. If you win, I'll still come after you, Kiolen."
"You know those weren't the terms," Vanda argued as Naaci began striking again.
Naaci smiled and spoke in a haunting, wicked voice, "So I changed them. What are you going to do about it?"
Acting unaffected, Vanda blocked every strike that came at her. She waited to tire her opponent out.
Using little energy, she watched patiently as Naaci began to decrease greatly in her fighting power. Finally, Vanda tripped her to the ground and held her lightsaber at her throat.
"You win," Naaci declared, "But I promise you, this won't be the last time you see me, Kiolen."
"We'll see," Vanda retorted as she sheathed her lightsaber and walked back to Melayne and Ravan, both with relief on their faces after finding that the duel was over.
What do you think?! Sorry it's a bit short. Reviews would be nice! Next chapter's coming soon!
-Natselane