"I can't do this!"
"Come on, you can do it! Focus!"
"I can't!"
"Yes you can!" Kit paced around the grounds, urging Zam on as she tried to move a metal pole across the floor of the training grounds. She had been trying for hours, with no success, but Kit wasn't about to let her give up. He knew that she could do it; it was just a case of getting her to focus properly. He was tempted to move it a little himself to encourage her, but he knew that wouldn't work. She had to learn to do this properly. Zam sighed, ready to give up.
Let's face it," she said wearily. "I'm never gonna be able to do this. You might as well forget about training me, I'm no Jedi, and I never will be." Kit simply smiled, and moved closer to Zam, causing her to blush slightly. He stroked her hair gently, gazing into her eyes.
"I know you can do this," he said, looking into her eyes. "You just need to focus your powers. Now, try again, and if it doesn't work, I'll let you stop for now." Zam nodded and turned back to the pole, staring hard at it. She could feel her power inside her, bubbling in her soul, begging to come out, but she could not release it. She concentrated with all her might on the pole, and willed it with her mind to move. It still wouldn't move, and she concentrated harder on it, when she felt someone slip their hand into hers. Instantly, she felt calm, and as she focused her energy on the pole, it started to roll across the floor. Satisfied, she looked away and to the side of her, and saw that it was Kit who had held her hand. She looked up at him, confused.
"See? You could do it," he laughed. "You were just too tense." Zam laughed as well, and released her hand from his, slipping her arms behind his neck and leaning closer. He instantly knew what she was doing, and wrapped his arms around her waist. They leaned closer until their lips met, then Kit drew back suddenly as he heard a shout from across the training grounds. He looked around, to see Coleman Trebor watching them.
"Kit! What are you doing?" He called out, and Kit reluctantly released his grip on Zam and walked over to Coleman.
"What do you want?" He asked, wanting to be left alone with Zam. Coleman looked over at Zam, then back at Kit.
"What do you thing you're doing?" He hissed, looking nervously around. "If the council finds you doing this, you'll be kicked out for sure! So will your padawan!" Kit sighed, still holding Coleman in the same annoyed, slightly nervous gaze.
"Listen, it's not gonna get in the way of my duties, trust me! You know me, you know I always put duty first!" He said, and Coleman shook his head.
"I know what you can be like with girls as well!" He yelled, then quickly lowered his voice. "Look, I'll let you off this once, but you have to promise that you won't take it any further, and you'll call things off with her! Emotional attachment is forbidden, you're just lucky I don't have you both kicked out right now!" With that he stormed off, and Kit watched him for a moment, before walking back to Zam.
"Well, that was interesting," Zam said, watching Coleman walk off into the distance. "What is his problem?" Kit looked at Zam and sighed.
"Emotional attachment is forbidden to a Jedi," he explained. "Listen, we better call things off if you wanna be a Jedi." Zam smirked, and Kit stopped, confused. "What?" He asked, and Zam grinned.
"Well, they don't have to know, do they?" She whispered, and Kit grinned back at her.
"I guess you're right," he said, smiling. "I mean, if they don't know, they can't do anything, and if we can't help our feelings for each other, why should we get in trouble for something we can't help?" He reached down and pulled two lightsabers from his belt, handing one to Zam. Her eyes light up as she stared at it, studying it carefully. She looked back up at him.
"Uh, are you sure I'm ready for this?" She asked, and Kit nodded.
"Sure," he said calmly, activating his. "Now, to activate it just press this," he said, indicating to one of the buttons running along the handle of his lightsaber. Zam did as she was told, activating hers, and held it nervously away from her as she watched the luminous blue beam shoot out from the handle. She swung it around, gazing at the blue glow as it streaked through the air. Kit extended a hand, and the metal pole flew off the floor and into his open palm. He held it in front of him.
"First, I want you to have a go at slicing this," he said, and Zam shook her head.
"Hang on a minute. This is solid metal! How can this lightsaber cut through that?" Kit simply smiled, pole still in his hand, and Zam sighed. She slashed at the pole, and watched half of it drop to the floor, stunned by the strength of the weapon. She stared at it, then glanced up at Kit, who had a sudden urge to laugh at Zam's shocked expression. He grinned, trying to control himself, and picked the half-pole up off the floor.
"You were saying...?" he laughed, and Zam smiled triumphantly, swinging the lightsaber around and trying to look cool. She jumped up and spun around, slashing at the air, then lost balance and fell over, overwhelmed from spinning around so much. Kit finally gave in and cracked up, helping her to her feet. They stood there laughing for a few minutes, before Kit activated his saber. "Okay," he said, smiling as the beam grew from the metal handle. "You'll need to learn how to handle this thing properly. Firstly, you need to hold it right." Zam studied the way Kit held his lightsaber, then copied him. She knew she could do this now, being a Jedi would be a lot easier than she first expected. They spent a few hours training, before Kit stopped, and looked across the grounds. Mace Windu was making his way to them, Yoda following him. Kit gulped.
"If Coleman has told them about us, he's dead," he whispered, watching as they advanced towards him. However, as they came closer, his tentacles sensed something different. They weren't angry. They were worried.
"Master Fisto," Mace Windu called as he got closer. He came to a stop, and both Jedi bowed, then Windu continued. "I'm afraid you will have to stop the training for now. One of the hutts, a slave dealer called Muttu, has enslaved an entire community of twi'leks with the help of his ballet droids, and is forcing them to fight a war in order to conquer Tatooine. We need as many Jedi as we can get to free the captives and capture Muttu, and all padawans must accompany their masters, so you and Zam will have to help out here." Kit nodded, and turned to Zam once they had gone.
"So...ready for your first assignment?" He asked. Zam hesitated, then nodded.
"I guess I kinda don't have a choice," she said nervously. "Still, if I have to fight, then I will." Kit smiled proudly at her.
"I think you'll be fine," he said as they made their way out of the training grounds. "You definitely have what it takes; we'll make a Jedi out of you yet."
"Come on, you can do it! Focus!"
"I can't!"
"Yes you can!" Kit paced around the grounds, urging Zam on as she tried to move a metal pole across the floor of the training grounds. She had been trying for hours, with no success, but Kit wasn't about to let her give up. He knew that she could do it; it was just a case of getting her to focus properly. He was tempted to move it a little himself to encourage her, but he knew that wouldn't work. She had to learn to do this properly. Zam sighed, ready to give up.
Let's face it," she said wearily. "I'm never gonna be able to do this. You might as well forget about training me, I'm no Jedi, and I never will be." Kit simply smiled, and moved closer to Zam, causing her to blush slightly. He stroked her hair gently, gazing into her eyes.
"I know you can do this," he said, looking into her eyes. "You just need to focus your powers. Now, try again, and if it doesn't work, I'll let you stop for now." Zam nodded and turned back to the pole, staring hard at it. She could feel her power inside her, bubbling in her soul, begging to come out, but she could not release it. She concentrated with all her might on the pole, and willed it with her mind to move. It still wouldn't move, and she concentrated harder on it, when she felt someone slip their hand into hers. Instantly, she felt calm, and as she focused her energy on the pole, it started to roll across the floor. Satisfied, she looked away and to the side of her, and saw that it was Kit who had held her hand. She looked up at him, confused.
"See? You could do it," he laughed. "You were just too tense." Zam laughed as well, and released her hand from his, slipping her arms behind his neck and leaning closer. He instantly knew what she was doing, and wrapped his arms around her waist. They leaned closer until their lips met, then Kit drew back suddenly as he heard a shout from across the training grounds. He looked around, to see Coleman Trebor watching them.
"Kit! What are you doing?" He called out, and Kit reluctantly released his grip on Zam and walked over to Coleman.
"What do you want?" He asked, wanting to be left alone with Zam. Coleman looked over at Zam, then back at Kit.
"What do you thing you're doing?" He hissed, looking nervously around. "If the council finds you doing this, you'll be kicked out for sure! So will your padawan!" Kit sighed, still holding Coleman in the same annoyed, slightly nervous gaze.
"Listen, it's not gonna get in the way of my duties, trust me! You know me, you know I always put duty first!" He said, and Coleman shook his head.
"I know what you can be like with girls as well!" He yelled, then quickly lowered his voice. "Look, I'll let you off this once, but you have to promise that you won't take it any further, and you'll call things off with her! Emotional attachment is forbidden, you're just lucky I don't have you both kicked out right now!" With that he stormed off, and Kit watched him for a moment, before walking back to Zam.
"Well, that was interesting," Zam said, watching Coleman walk off into the distance. "What is his problem?" Kit looked at Zam and sighed.
"Emotional attachment is forbidden to a Jedi," he explained. "Listen, we better call things off if you wanna be a Jedi." Zam smirked, and Kit stopped, confused. "What?" He asked, and Zam grinned.
"Well, they don't have to know, do they?" She whispered, and Kit grinned back at her.
"I guess you're right," he said, smiling. "I mean, if they don't know, they can't do anything, and if we can't help our feelings for each other, why should we get in trouble for something we can't help?" He reached down and pulled two lightsabers from his belt, handing one to Zam. Her eyes light up as she stared at it, studying it carefully. She looked back up at him.
"Uh, are you sure I'm ready for this?" She asked, and Kit nodded.
"Sure," he said calmly, activating his. "Now, to activate it just press this," he said, indicating to one of the buttons running along the handle of his lightsaber. Zam did as she was told, activating hers, and held it nervously away from her as she watched the luminous blue beam shoot out from the handle. She swung it around, gazing at the blue glow as it streaked through the air. Kit extended a hand, and the metal pole flew off the floor and into his open palm. He held it in front of him.
"First, I want you to have a go at slicing this," he said, and Zam shook her head.
"Hang on a minute. This is solid metal! How can this lightsaber cut through that?" Kit simply smiled, pole still in his hand, and Zam sighed. She slashed at the pole, and watched half of it drop to the floor, stunned by the strength of the weapon. She stared at it, then glanced up at Kit, who had a sudden urge to laugh at Zam's shocked expression. He grinned, trying to control himself, and picked the half-pole up off the floor.
"You were saying...?" he laughed, and Zam smiled triumphantly, swinging the lightsaber around and trying to look cool. She jumped up and spun around, slashing at the air, then lost balance and fell over, overwhelmed from spinning around so much. Kit finally gave in and cracked up, helping her to her feet. They stood there laughing for a few minutes, before Kit activated his saber. "Okay," he said, smiling as the beam grew from the metal handle. "You'll need to learn how to handle this thing properly. Firstly, you need to hold it right." Zam studied the way Kit held his lightsaber, then copied him. She knew she could do this now, being a Jedi would be a lot easier than she first expected. They spent a few hours training, before Kit stopped, and looked across the grounds. Mace Windu was making his way to them, Yoda following him. Kit gulped.
"If Coleman has told them about us, he's dead," he whispered, watching as they advanced towards him. However, as they came closer, his tentacles sensed something different. They weren't angry. They were worried.
"Master Fisto," Mace Windu called as he got closer. He came to a stop, and both Jedi bowed, then Windu continued. "I'm afraid you will have to stop the training for now. One of the hutts, a slave dealer called Muttu, has enslaved an entire community of twi'leks with the help of his ballet droids, and is forcing them to fight a war in order to conquer Tatooine. We need as many Jedi as we can get to free the captives and capture Muttu, and all padawans must accompany their masters, so you and Zam will have to help out here." Kit nodded, and turned to Zam once they had gone.
"So...ready for your first assignment?" He asked. Zam hesitated, then nodded.
"I guess I kinda don't have a choice," she said nervously. "Still, if I have to fight, then I will." Kit smiled proudly at her.
"I think you'll be fine," he said as they made their way out of the training grounds. "You definitely have what it takes; we'll make a Jedi out of you yet."