The Bounty Huntress
Sim Meileia
Sweat poured from Obi-Wan's face. "Shhh. Don't move. Try to drink this." A voice came through the fog that clouded his mind and a hand soothingly brushed his face. He felt as if he were drowning.
"The poison, the...poison." he moaned. He sensed danger had passed but this sickness had shook him hard.
"I know," came the voice softly, "you'll soon be well. Sleep, rest." And Obi-Wan drifted back off.
***** Sim Meileia seemed to be smirking at him. The 15 year old Padawan was not amused. Orion had gone on and on about this young girl ever since the Padawan and his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, had returned from their latest mission, in trouble with the council--again! Now, of all insults, he found himself on the Jedi lightsaber training arena facing her. She seemed small and not capable of much beyond that smirk. Obi-Wan disliked his position all the more as Masters Qui-Gon and Devos were present, as well as Orion, all watching this ridiculous showdown.
"Well, make your move." he offered. She twirled her lightsaber in both hands, then stopped and dropped into a crouching stance. The left hand out-stretched, the right holding her lightsaber horizontal before her eyes. She couldn't possibly see him like that and it made Obi-Wan even more irritated.
"No," she said off-hand like, "you go." He slashed downward at her. Then stood stunned. His lightsaber pointed downward to the floor, nothing before him. Jung! ( A 180 degree turn gaining strength in the swing of the lightsaber.) Their lightsabers met in a clash of flying sparks.
"Things are not all ways as they seem." Sim breathed to him. Obi-Wan forced himself calm. He had his Master to teach him, not some over-rated girl. He worked his lightsaber into hers, but no matter the move, she countered, then counter-attacked. Jung Ma! With the 360 degree turn she made, her long black braid flying out behind her, suddenly Obi-Wan felt his lightsaber flung from his hand!
"Nooooo!" he shouted forgetting himself. Swinging out her leg, Obi- Wan fell. He couldn't believe it, looking up at her. At least she was sweating and breathing heavily instead of smirking at him. One small, out- reached hand and his lightsaber was in it. Obi-Wan grimaced.
"A lightsaber is a Jedi's most precious possession..." she began. He could see a hint of a smile around her lips as she bent over him. What Padawan hadn't heard this lesson before. He sighed and took it from her.
"I like the design." she stated, "It's very handsome work." He had stood up now and was sure she was making fun of him.
Master Qui-Gon was clapping as he walked toward them. Orion had already ran up and Master Devos was strolling beside Master Qui-Gon.
"Didn't I tell you she was great?" Orion said excitedly.
"I suppose."
"Orion, you are too much. I am just lucky to have a great Master to train me."
"Oh, please, Sim. Don't start that. Your talent is great indeed. Your dedication is all that worries me." said her Master.
"I will be what destiny has laid before me." Sim said quietly. Obi- Wan looked at her now. Her eyes were to the floor, her head bowing slightly to her Master.
"The Force is strong with this one. I have no doubt." stated Qui-Gon. "You will do well, and surpass all expectations." Sim looked up and smiled politely. Obi-Wan looked from his Master to the young girl, her eyes were as sad as they were dark; and for a moment Obi-Wan felt his insides squeeze like when one was about to enter a situation that had no immediate solution or escape. Sim was only 13 and already there was talk that she might become one of the youngest Jedi Knights ever trained. Obi-Wan stood there looking at her while the Masters discussed the fight and finally realized that not only was he staring at her, but his best friend, Orion, was doing the same.
Sweat poured from Obi-Wan's face. "Shhh. Don't move. Try to drink this." A voice came through the fog that clouded his mind and a hand soothingly brushed his face. He felt as if he were drowning.
"The poison, the...poison." he moaned. He sensed danger had passed but this sickness had shook him hard.
"I know," came the voice softly, "you'll soon be well. Sleep, rest." And Obi-Wan drifted back off.
***** Sim Meileia seemed to be smirking at him. The 15 year old Padawan was not amused. Orion had gone on and on about this young girl ever since the Padawan and his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, had returned from their latest mission, in trouble with the council--again! Now, of all insults, he found himself on the Jedi lightsaber training arena facing her. She seemed small and not capable of much beyond that smirk. Obi-Wan disliked his position all the more as Masters Qui-Gon and Devos were present, as well as Orion, all watching this ridiculous showdown.
"Well, make your move." he offered. She twirled her lightsaber in both hands, then stopped and dropped into a crouching stance. The left hand out-stretched, the right holding her lightsaber horizontal before her eyes. She couldn't possibly see him like that and it made Obi-Wan even more irritated.
"No," she said off-hand like, "you go." He slashed downward at her. Then stood stunned. His lightsaber pointed downward to the floor, nothing before him. Jung! ( A 180 degree turn gaining strength in the swing of the lightsaber.) Their lightsabers met in a clash of flying sparks.
"Things are not all ways as they seem." Sim breathed to him. Obi-Wan forced himself calm. He had his Master to teach him, not some over-rated girl. He worked his lightsaber into hers, but no matter the move, she countered, then counter-attacked. Jung Ma! With the 360 degree turn she made, her long black braid flying out behind her, suddenly Obi-Wan felt his lightsaber flung from his hand!
"Nooooo!" he shouted forgetting himself. Swinging out her leg, Obi- Wan fell. He couldn't believe it, looking up at her. At least she was sweating and breathing heavily instead of smirking at him. One small, out- reached hand and his lightsaber was in it. Obi-Wan grimaced.
"A lightsaber is a Jedi's most precious possession..." she began. He could see a hint of a smile around her lips as she bent over him. What Padawan hadn't heard this lesson before. He sighed and took it from her.
"I like the design." she stated, "It's very handsome work." He had stood up now and was sure she was making fun of him.
Master Qui-Gon was clapping as he walked toward them. Orion had already ran up and Master Devos was strolling beside Master Qui-Gon.
"Didn't I tell you she was great?" Orion said excitedly.
"I suppose."
"Orion, you are too much. I am just lucky to have a great Master to train me."
"Oh, please, Sim. Don't start that. Your talent is great indeed. Your dedication is all that worries me." said her Master.
"I will be what destiny has laid before me." Sim said quietly. Obi- Wan looked at her now. Her eyes were to the floor, her head bowing slightly to her Master.
"The Force is strong with this one. I have no doubt." stated Qui-Gon. "You will do well, and surpass all expectations." Sim looked up and smiled politely. Obi-Wan looked from his Master to the young girl, her eyes were as sad as they were dark; and for a moment Obi-Wan felt his insides squeeze like when one was about to enter a situation that had no immediate solution or escape. Sim was only 13 and already there was talk that she might become one of the youngest Jedi Knights ever trained. Obi-Wan stood there looking at her while the Masters discussed the fight and finally realized that not only was he staring at her, but his best friend, Orion, was doing the same.