The Terran Jedi
By Moony and Prongs
Disclaimer: Ve do not own ze Star Wars, ja?
AN: Anything I might have wanted to point out, I managed to do in chapter one, so. . . here's the story! (Good God, that was actually reasonably short, for once! The world is coming to an end!)
Chapter 3: Of Teenagers and Little Spins
By Moony
One year had passed since Shahiri had seen her friend off, and she felt sick with excitement. Finally, she would leave, as well. She'd waited 8 years for this, but now her palms began to sweat and her throat was parched. What if they didn't think she was good enough?
No, that was silly. Mara always told her about how even the weakest Jedi were welcome at Yavin IV. What if she didn't make any friends? Though Mara had assured her that she'd love Jacen and Jaina, she still had her doubts.
And, foremost of all her worries. . . would Kara be happy to see her? One year ago, Shahiri wouldn't have second-guessed it, but not. . . The entire time that Kara had been gone, she hadn't sent Shahiri and single letter. Of course, as Shahiri kept telling herself, Kara was probably just busy and having too much. Shahiri realized that she was being ridiculous, and silently scolded herself.
"Doubts and fears are for the weak at heart." She whispered. Taking a deep breath, she stepped onto the old ship, the same which had taken Kara. "And regrets are for the weak in mind."
Her thoughts were interrupted as a dark-skinned man with a stylish moustache came out of nowhere, embracing her in a smothering hug.
"Well, if it isn't my little Togarian princess!" He cried out. Shahiri rolled her eyes.
"Geez, Uncle Lando. I'm 14. Don't you think I'm a little too old for that?" She asked, trying to put her hair back in its place. Lando frowned.
"Why? You're as wild as a Togarian, and as violent. . ." A grin swept over his face again. "But you're acting proud and proper. And look at you! All dressed up!" He winked "You finally let your mother turn you into a Hapan."
Shahiri's eyes widened. "A HAPAN??! Never!!!" She shook her hair loose from atop her head and reached into her bag to pull out a pair of mechanic's shorts and a sleeveless shirt. "Where can I change?" She asked.
~~
When she'd come out of the fresher in her new attire, she'd been distressed to find that her Godfather refused to let her walk around without any shoes on.
"At the Academy, you can go around bare-foot all you want, but not on this ship. The old pirate treats her so unfairly, there's all these loose nuts and bolts lying around. You could get hurt." He explained.
So she'd been forced to stuff her poor feet into a par of leather sandals. Making sure that Lando was satisfied, she then proceeded to demand that he show her around the ship.
"My first time in a space ship, Uncle Lando. Mom would never let me near one." She'd complained. So he'd given her the full tour of the ship he called the Millenium Falcon. Shahiri's eyes windened at the name. The Millenium Falcon, or, as Kara called it, the Centennial Chicken, was Han Solo's ship. Shahiri said so, and Lando nodded bitterly.
"Yeah, well, she USED to be mine, until that crazy smuggler stole her from me." He said, entering the cockpit. If Shahiri's eyes were wide before, they now almost bugged out of their sockets.
"I wanna fly it!" She cried out.
"Oh, no. I've been through it 3 times, I know what it's like." A middle-aged man with a roguish look about him stood up from the pilot's seat and stepped towards her. He had graying brown hair and deep brown eyes. He nodded to her, flashing a wry smile.
"Shahiri, right? Nice to meet you. The name's Han Solo." He'd then introduced his enormous, furry co-pilot, a Wookie, as Chewbacca. Shahiri had been honoured to meet them, but formalities were never important to her. It wasn't that she didn't respect them, she did, but she just liked to show it through casual, friendly conversations.
"Aw, come on, captain. Just a little spin." She begged. He shook his head.
"I have 3 teenagers of my own, kid, and 'Just a little spin' NEVER means 'Just a little spin'!"
"Besides," Lando said, "You've never been in a ship, and your mother would take on a Krayt Dragon before she'd buy you sims." Shahiri wagged her finger and winked mischievously in response.
"Hacked into the flight course at school and loaded the sims onto a DAT card. Cost me a hefty penny but it was worth it."
Sinking into a conversation about starships and smuggling, Shahiri quickly forgot her worries about the academy. It was only when the white starlines of hyperspace disappeared and the gas giant Yavin loomed before them in the viewscreen that Shahiri felt her heart skip a beat.
She was there.
~~
Kara awoke at the sound of a knock on her chamber door. Groggily, she opened her eyes and reached out with the force. She grinned to herself as she did so. She felt nothing, which meant that it was one of the Solo brats. They always blocked her, guarding themselves. Only Anakin let himself slip at times, and that was only because he'd started at the Academy at the same time as her, and he didn't have the abilities, yet, to completely keep his presence from being known.
Kara opened her door, smiling sweetly at the cold, expressionless face that greeted her. It was Jacen, his brown eyes indifferent and his curled brown hair brushed back.
Another reason why she hated him so much; The way he smiled and joked with everyone else, but shut himself up when it came to her. She cocked her head.
"Jacen, you shouldn't be so cold. It's really not becoming of you." She tutted. "Your precious Tenel Ka won't--"
"Your friend will be landing, soon." He interrupted, stopping Kara from continuing her comment. Her eyes widened and she felt her palms begin to sweat.
"I-I thought it wasn't until tomorrow." She said, her tone changing from mocking to meek. Shahiri would finally be joining her. Jacen frowned.
"Can't you feel her?" He asked, and Kara blinked in confusion.
"Fee her from out in space? You've got to be kidding me." She raised an eyebrow, studying the expression on Jacen's face as he grinned, suddenly.
"Man, is she excited. And it's contagious!" He allowed himself to laugh softly, shaking his head as his eyes fell on her. She knew what he was thinking. Why would a girl like Shahiri ever want to be friends with a withdrawn Rancor-tamer like Kara? Anger filled her, frustrated that Jacen could feel her best friend whereas she could not, and, worst of all, that he was now judging their friendship. She angrily stormed past him, heading towards the landing pad.
~~
By Moony and Prongs
Disclaimer: Ve do not own ze Star Wars, ja?
AN: Anything I might have wanted to point out, I managed to do in chapter one, so. . . here's the story! (Good God, that was actually reasonably short, for once! The world is coming to an end!)
Chapter 3: Of Teenagers and Little Spins
By Moony
One year had passed since Shahiri had seen her friend off, and she felt sick with excitement. Finally, she would leave, as well. She'd waited 8 years for this, but now her palms began to sweat and her throat was parched. What if they didn't think she was good enough?
No, that was silly. Mara always told her about how even the weakest Jedi were welcome at Yavin IV. What if she didn't make any friends? Though Mara had assured her that she'd love Jacen and Jaina, she still had her doubts.
And, foremost of all her worries. . . would Kara be happy to see her? One year ago, Shahiri wouldn't have second-guessed it, but not. . . The entire time that Kara had been gone, she hadn't sent Shahiri and single letter. Of course, as Shahiri kept telling herself, Kara was probably just busy and having too much. Shahiri realized that she was being ridiculous, and silently scolded herself.
"Doubts and fears are for the weak at heart." She whispered. Taking a deep breath, she stepped onto the old ship, the same which had taken Kara. "And regrets are for the weak in mind."
Her thoughts were interrupted as a dark-skinned man with a stylish moustache came out of nowhere, embracing her in a smothering hug.
"Well, if it isn't my little Togarian princess!" He cried out. Shahiri rolled her eyes.
"Geez, Uncle Lando. I'm 14. Don't you think I'm a little too old for that?" She asked, trying to put her hair back in its place. Lando frowned.
"Why? You're as wild as a Togarian, and as violent. . ." A grin swept over his face again. "But you're acting proud and proper. And look at you! All dressed up!" He winked "You finally let your mother turn you into a Hapan."
Shahiri's eyes widened. "A HAPAN??! Never!!!" She shook her hair loose from atop her head and reached into her bag to pull out a pair of mechanic's shorts and a sleeveless shirt. "Where can I change?" She asked.
~~
When she'd come out of the fresher in her new attire, she'd been distressed to find that her Godfather refused to let her walk around without any shoes on.
"At the Academy, you can go around bare-foot all you want, but not on this ship. The old pirate treats her so unfairly, there's all these loose nuts and bolts lying around. You could get hurt." He explained.
So she'd been forced to stuff her poor feet into a par of leather sandals. Making sure that Lando was satisfied, she then proceeded to demand that he show her around the ship.
"My first time in a space ship, Uncle Lando. Mom would never let me near one." She'd complained. So he'd given her the full tour of the ship he called the Millenium Falcon. Shahiri's eyes windened at the name. The Millenium Falcon, or, as Kara called it, the Centennial Chicken, was Han Solo's ship. Shahiri said so, and Lando nodded bitterly.
"Yeah, well, she USED to be mine, until that crazy smuggler stole her from me." He said, entering the cockpit. If Shahiri's eyes were wide before, they now almost bugged out of their sockets.
"I wanna fly it!" She cried out.
"Oh, no. I've been through it 3 times, I know what it's like." A middle-aged man with a roguish look about him stood up from the pilot's seat and stepped towards her. He had graying brown hair and deep brown eyes. He nodded to her, flashing a wry smile.
"Shahiri, right? Nice to meet you. The name's Han Solo." He'd then introduced his enormous, furry co-pilot, a Wookie, as Chewbacca. Shahiri had been honoured to meet them, but formalities were never important to her. It wasn't that she didn't respect them, she did, but she just liked to show it through casual, friendly conversations.
"Aw, come on, captain. Just a little spin." She begged. He shook his head.
"I have 3 teenagers of my own, kid, and 'Just a little spin' NEVER means 'Just a little spin'!"
"Besides," Lando said, "You've never been in a ship, and your mother would take on a Krayt Dragon before she'd buy you sims." Shahiri wagged her finger and winked mischievously in response.
"Hacked into the flight course at school and loaded the sims onto a DAT card. Cost me a hefty penny but it was worth it."
Sinking into a conversation about starships and smuggling, Shahiri quickly forgot her worries about the academy. It was only when the white starlines of hyperspace disappeared and the gas giant Yavin loomed before them in the viewscreen that Shahiri felt her heart skip a beat.
She was there.
~~
Kara awoke at the sound of a knock on her chamber door. Groggily, she opened her eyes and reached out with the force. She grinned to herself as she did so. She felt nothing, which meant that it was one of the Solo brats. They always blocked her, guarding themselves. Only Anakin let himself slip at times, and that was only because he'd started at the Academy at the same time as her, and he didn't have the abilities, yet, to completely keep his presence from being known.
Kara opened her door, smiling sweetly at the cold, expressionless face that greeted her. It was Jacen, his brown eyes indifferent and his curled brown hair brushed back.
Another reason why she hated him so much; The way he smiled and joked with everyone else, but shut himself up when it came to her. She cocked her head.
"Jacen, you shouldn't be so cold. It's really not becoming of you." She tutted. "Your precious Tenel Ka won't--"
"Your friend will be landing, soon." He interrupted, stopping Kara from continuing her comment. Her eyes widened and she felt her palms begin to sweat.
"I-I thought it wasn't until tomorrow." She said, her tone changing from mocking to meek. Shahiri would finally be joining her. Jacen frowned.
"Can't you feel her?" He asked, and Kara blinked in confusion.
"Fee her from out in space? You've got to be kidding me." She raised an eyebrow, studying the expression on Jacen's face as he grinned, suddenly.
"Man, is she excited. And it's contagious!" He allowed himself to laugh softly, shaking his head as his eyes fell on her. She knew what he was thinking. Why would a girl like Shahiri ever want to be friends with a withdrawn Rancor-tamer like Kara? Anger filled her, frustrated that Jacen could feel her best friend whereas she could not, and, worst of all, that he was now judging their friendship. She angrily stormed past him, heading towards the landing pad.
~~