Chapter 8
Sensing the little remote droid, Vanda swung her lightsaber in response to the droid shooting blaster bolts at her. Vanda deflected them all but stopped when a bolt she reflected ricocheted towards Ravan, causing her to duck. In response to Vanda stopping, the little droid shot a bolt that caught her in the arm. She winced and deactivated her saber while tugging off her blindfold, sensing that Ravan had something to say.
"Watch where you're deflecting the bolts, Padawan. There could be a room full of people that you have to protect and obviously you can't deflect bolts at them."
Vanda nodded. "Yes, Master."
"Now," Ravan said, referring to the little remote droid, "Proceed."
Nodding again, Vanda re-adjusted her blindfold and thumbed the switched that brought forth her ocean blue lightsaber, raising it in defense.
More bolts where shot at her and she led them to a harmless spot as she deflected each one. It was hard work but with practice, it became second nature to her.
Sensing Ravan raising a hand in the way she knew was to cease the exercise, she nodded and thumbed her lightsaber off, tugging the blindfold off her head and looking to Ravan for approval.
"Very nice, Padawan. You did very well. I'm looking foreword to confronting the Council on your conference to the level of a Jedi Knight," Ravan praised.
At a loss for words, Vanda just grinned.
Looking at the sun, Ravan spoke to depart. "That's all for now. I must go. 'Force be with you. Take care."
Vanda nodded, "You too."
Good-byes were exchanged at Ravan departed. Vanda, who still had energy left, ignited her lightsaber, hearing the familiar snap-hiss of her sapphire blade humming to life, she stood in a defensive stance and practiced her blocks. She emerged herself in the Force, feeling it flow through her and extend outward. In this state, she was completely focused, every move a living creature did she sensed before it happened. This sate was indeed valuable to her well-being when an abrupt surge in the Dark side of the Force alerted her. Sensing the Force telling her to swing around and move left, she did so and nearly missed the swiping blade of a Sith she knew so very well. "Naaci," she spoke aloud.
Grinning in her wicked way, Naaci straightened her menacing composure. "I told you you wouldn't see the last of me."
"You did indeed. What did you come for this time? Fearless too frightened to do her own dirty work?"
Vanda's words hitting it's mark, Naaci lunged violently, only to dive towards the ground as Vanda sidestepped away. "Your feelings betrays you. You act on a whim, instead of mapping a strategy of how you will attack. A pure sign of a weakness."
Bubbling in anger and noticing clearly that she couldn't win, Naaci ran off, growling in rage.
Extinguishing her lightsaber and sheathing it on her belt, Vanda wrapped her cloak closer about her and walked home. Deep inside her, she liked to fight and win. In her training, she tried to destroy that feeling by using fighting only when necessary, to establish peace or to protect. With all these duel with Sith erupting, she found it harder and harder to strive to win during a fight and leave the person unharmed at all costs. Nevertheless, she attempted to keep trying.
Two months later.....
Sitting under a tree, Vanda looked distressed at the argument developing between Taylor and Melayne. From talking to each individually, both were willing to make amends if the other did so first. Getting more frustrated by the day, Vanda sighed helplessly.
From where she was sitting, she could tell Taylor was fuming in rage. His shoulders and arms were tense and his face was red and cross. Melayne on the other hand, being a Jedi, was struggling not to express her anger but she was close to snapping.
Sensing that this was the appropriate time to end the ragging racket, Vanda got to her feet and walked slowly towards them. "Alright, that's enough! Stop it!"
Both looked at Vanda, then turned and glared at each other. Placing herself boldly between them, Vanda spoke firmly, longing to stop the current argument. "I said stop."
Narrowing his eyes, Taylor spoke with lasting venom in his voice. "I have to go anyway," and walked home.
Melayne glared after him. "You should dump him, Vanda. His temper is too short."
"From the way things are now, everybody's is, Mel," Vanda said softly as she turned and walked away. Many things were on her mind. The frequent arguments between Taylor and Melayne, the agitating encounters with Naaci....
As she walked slowly home, she let her mind scream out through the Force, "I wish it would just all end now. I'm not strong enough to handle this anymore. Even if I have to become one with the Force...."
Beyond the trees, a figure with a night-black cloak heard the Jedi's desperate plea. "Be careful for what you wish for, Jedi, for it may indeed come true." In seconds, the figure vanished.
Sorry this chapter is so short. The next one will be up soon! Review please!
-Natselane
Sensing the little remote droid, Vanda swung her lightsaber in response to the droid shooting blaster bolts at her. Vanda deflected them all but stopped when a bolt she reflected ricocheted towards Ravan, causing her to duck. In response to Vanda stopping, the little droid shot a bolt that caught her in the arm. She winced and deactivated her saber while tugging off her blindfold, sensing that Ravan had something to say.
"Watch where you're deflecting the bolts, Padawan. There could be a room full of people that you have to protect and obviously you can't deflect bolts at them."
Vanda nodded. "Yes, Master."
"Now," Ravan said, referring to the little remote droid, "Proceed."
Nodding again, Vanda re-adjusted her blindfold and thumbed the switched that brought forth her ocean blue lightsaber, raising it in defense.
More bolts where shot at her and she led them to a harmless spot as she deflected each one. It was hard work but with practice, it became second nature to her.
Sensing Ravan raising a hand in the way she knew was to cease the exercise, she nodded and thumbed her lightsaber off, tugging the blindfold off her head and looking to Ravan for approval.
"Very nice, Padawan. You did very well. I'm looking foreword to confronting the Council on your conference to the level of a Jedi Knight," Ravan praised.
At a loss for words, Vanda just grinned.
Looking at the sun, Ravan spoke to depart. "That's all for now. I must go. 'Force be with you. Take care."
Vanda nodded, "You too."
Good-byes were exchanged at Ravan departed. Vanda, who still had energy left, ignited her lightsaber, hearing the familiar snap-hiss of her sapphire blade humming to life, she stood in a defensive stance and practiced her blocks. She emerged herself in the Force, feeling it flow through her and extend outward. In this state, she was completely focused, every move a living creature did she sensed before it happened. This sate was indeed valuable to her well-being when an abrupt surge in the Dark side of the Force alerted her. Sensing the Force telling her to swing around and move left, she did so and nearly missed the swiping blade of a Sith she knew so very well. "Naaci," she spoke aloud.
Grinning in her wicked way, Naaci straightened her menacing composure. "I told you you wouldn't see the last of me."
"You did indeed. What did you come for this time? Fearless too frightened to do her own dirty work?"
Vanda's words hitting it's mark, Naaci lunged violently, only to dive towards the ground as Vanda sidestepped away. "Your feelings betrays you. You act on a whim, instead of mapping a strategy of how you will attack. A pure sign of a weakness."
Bubbling in anger and noticing clearly that she couldn't win, Naaci ran off, growling in rage.
Extinguishing her lightsaber and sheathing it on her belt, Vanda wrapped her cloak closer about her and walked home. Deep inside her, she liked to fight and win. In her training, she tried to destroy that feeling by using fighting only when necessary, to establish peace or to protect. With all these duel with Sith erupting, she found it harder and harder to strive to win during a fight and leave the person unharmed at all costs. Nevertheless, she attempted to keep trying.
Two months later.....
Sitting under a tree, Vanda looked distressed at the argument developing between Taylor and Melayne. From talking to each individually, both were willing to make amends if the other did so first. Getting more frustrated by the day, Vanda sighed helplessly.
From where she was sitting, she could tell Taylor was fuming in rage. His shoulders and arms were tense and his face was red and cross. Melayne on the other hand, being a Jedi, was struggling not to express her anger but she was close to snapping.
Sensing that this was the appropriate time to end the ragging racket, Vanda got to her feet and walked slowly towards them. "Alright, that's enough! Stop it!"
Both looked at Vanda, then turned and glared at each other. Placing herself boldly between them, Vanda spoke firmly, longing to stop the current argument. "I said stop."
Narrowing his eyes, Taylor spoke with lasting venom in his voice. "I have to go anyway," and walked home.
Melayne glared after him. "You should dump him, Vanda. His temper is too short."
"From the way things are now, everybody's is, Mel," Vanda said softly as she turned and walked away. Many things were on her mind. The frequent arguments between Taylor and Melayne, the agitating encounters with Naaci....
As she walked slowly home, she let her mind scream out through the Force, "I wish it would just all end now. I'm not strong enough to handle this anymore. Even if I have to become one with the Force...."
Beyond the trees, a figure with a night-black cloak heard the Jedi's desperate plea. "Be careful for what you wish for, Jedi, for it may indeed come true." In seconds, the figure vanished.
Sorry this chapter is so short. The next one will be up soon! Review please!
-Natselane