Chapter Eight~ The Prodigal
The fighters were greeted with cheers from the masses upon their arrival back into the docking bay on Yavin IV. Phalen jumped out of his headhunter and went straight to Lily's ship to give her a big hug and kiss as she got out.
Jyana stepped out of the ship to notice Wokki kneeling towards her. She knew that he had been listening into the fighters com communication. All the faces now looked at her with awe. She wondered if Wokki had told them the ewoks call her the Great Tree Goddess.
It was Obi-Wan who first greeted her. He embraced her in the tightest hug that she had ever received from anyone, since she hardly ever got hugged in the first place. "Thought you were gone," he whispered into her hair so that only she could hear.
She looked around at the bewildered faces of the other fighter pilots and said, "Ummm... you're hugging me..."
Obi-Wan caught the message and quickly let go. "Sorry."
Jyana blinked at him a bit. She didn't know how to take the shock that he actually hugged her and appeared as if he cared.
And he just stared at her. As much as he didn't think he liked her when he first met her there was something. Her hazel eyes shown a light brown today, a soften yet glowing glisten of green to them as well.
But the Code. Cannot be attached.
What is that in her eyes?
Lily ran up to Jyana and embraced her newfound friend. "Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again," she told her.
"What stunt?" Jyana asked with a smirk.
"Don't make us think you were gone."
"I was aiming to trick the enemy fighters. Y'all just can't read my mind."
Obi-Wan just blinked at the two girls who now faced him with their arms around each other like they were blood sisters. "You gave us quite a scare there," Obi-Wan told Jyana.
"Fear is of the Dark Side."
"You know what I mean."
She sighed. "I know."
"What gave you that idea?"
"What idea?"
"To hide on the moon so that they didn't find you after the explosion. Make them think you were gone?"
"Oh that idea. You did."
"I did?"
"When you escaped Jango Fett in the asteroid belt of Geonosis didn't you use the same maneuver?"
Obi-Wan blinked. He didn't remember ever telling her about that. He didn't remember telling many people if anybody about that.
I can read your mind Obi-Wan. I saw that incident in your mind and decided to use it.
A chill went up through Obi-Wan's spine. He remembered hearing many times about the Force linking two people together. There were two cases of that. There was the Force link between Master and Apprentice, and then there was the Force link between husband and wife, the latter one much more passionate and powerful than the former. He wondered what that could mean.
I read many people's and creature's minds. Tis a curse of my race. It's a Force link if you can read my mind.
Obi-Wan felt as if he was. He shook his head. Now he was thoroughly freaked out. First he randomly hugged Jyana because he had been scared he had lost her. Second the mere fact he didn't want to lose her. Third, those eyes... if he had stared into them long enough he would've been hypnotized. And now this...
The celebration that was now being thrown by that darned ewok could not continue though. Ewoks were notorious for starting up parties despite whether the war was over or not, but just for one won battle. Jyana looked at Obi-Wan and smiled at him. He smiled back and took his leave. She looked back at the celebration. Jyana thought that it wasn't right to celebrate until the war was over. The people were drinking and happy. They had their sware. They didn't think about the men who were lost, didn't think about the close call that even she had. She was personally disgusted. So she left. Her mind was uneasy.
She then saw a sleek silver ship descending to land in the docking bay. The silver glistened in the morning light of Yavin and its sun. Uneasiness overtook her as she sensed who had arrived.
She had walked back to her quarters on Yavin IV and slipped into the refresher. Sliding off her silver arm bands she looked down at herself. She was a warrior, one who fought with a fierceness that surpassed even her own knowledge. A conflict had arisen in her. She was a Jedi, bound by a Code she hardly understood. Many followed the Code in blind faith, but that was not for her. Her beliefs had to be grounded in fact, logic and experience. She knew the power that flowed in her veins. But she had never encountered a weakness in her powers.
Until now.
After she took off her black flight suit and unbraided her hair, she stepped into the shower which she had already turned on by use of the Force so that she wouldn't step into ice cold water.
But maybe it was a cold shower she needed.
She attempted to drown herself in the water falling down on her, but didn't succeed. She had focused so long on survival on self-preservation. Nothing would kill her until she was ready to go.
But suddenly she who knew no fear was scared... not of death... but...
It was those blue-green eyes. Something about them made her melt. Something about those eyes made her want to fall over only to be caught by him. So much promise, so much passion, so much more than what was simply seen behind those eyes as blue as the sea after a storm.
And yet what promise is there of one who cannot allow himself to be attached? What promise is there from one who followed a strict Code that forbid that which the carnal natures desired?
But wasn't it true you could not govern such things with a silly Code?
Jyana ran her hand through her long chocolate tresses as the water and lather was worked into her scalp. Water dripped over her flawless form and her curves in all the right places.
It was too bad she didn't believe in love, or at least that she would ever experience it first hand and in it's true form.
She knew all about lust. She recalled those dreams she had when she was younger and developing. She looked and acted like a human did and developed in the same way. Eleutherians were really not all that different. She remembered a fellow Padawan who's name was "Wood" she thought. His hair was a medium brown as was his eyes but it was something about his voice that... well... and then one time she had seen him in this blue-green plaid skirt like thing... oh... but it was forbidden and Jyana fought against such feelings with a passion.
She grew out of that phase. At least she thought she had.
She wondered again about the time on Alderaan when she caught Obi-Wan in the shower. She had trained herself to be very calm in all situations. Truth was she had never seen a man like that before and truly she didn't know what to think. Her face now flushed as she thought back to the incident. Although she concluded the male body left much to be desired and it was rather funny looking at first glance... she truly didn't mind the view. She wondered though if she would be criticized by her Masters if they found out. Keyword being if.
And if she had anything to say in the matter, they won't.
A vision came to her mind of many more forms of cleansing, body, mind, soul and spirit.
A man of strong build ran his fingers through his black hair revealing a scar that went into his scalp and created a white streak in his hair. He closed his pale green eyes against the water. As it dripped over his fine frame he was thinking of many things.
He was not alone.
She was dark haired and dark eyed with a fire that only this man seemed to quench. Only this one moment were they at peace from the Shadow Fallen.
Jyana closed her eyes against the current. As tired as she was of war she hadn't tasted much of it yet. The shadow was still thickening and it would not clear.
She hoped Wokki and his crazy party type antics were finally over.
She turned off the shower and stepped out. She grabbed a towel and flipped her hair over into it and wrapped it into the towel and set the pile, towel and all on her head.
It didn't stay. Her natural hair was too long and thick to want to behave as the towel slumped over on her head. She took the towel off and began to dry her body. She stood there for a moment noticing herself. Se didn't find herself attractive despite her flawlessness due to shapeshifting. She thought it was flaws that made a person. Whether it be weak or strong.
And she knew what her flaw was. She had a soft heart. But this was making her stronger despite herself.
She took her towel and wrapped it around her body. Emerging from the fresher she realized she wasn't alone.
"Thanks for the warning Master Kenobi."
"Just thought to check up on you."
Her face flushed a bright pink. "I'm sorry about earlier on Alderaan..."
"Don't worry about it. I'd say we're even."
She couldn't help but notice the glint in his eye. "May I have some privacy Master..."
"Call me Obi-Wan."
"Obi-Wan... please."
"I will leave now," he said still smirking taking in the view of the Eleutherian in a towel, "But I wish you to meet someone."
Jyana looked up at him. "Your apprentice?"
He nodded. "Yes he just arrived with the Senator from Naboo."
"The silver ship?"
"Of course. All Nubian ships are silver like that."
"Ah yes." She paused for a moment to gain more composure for she was still slightly uncomfortable with the current situation she was in. She put on a pleasant disposition. "I'd be delighted. Allow me to find my clothing and I'll be right there."
Obi-Wan was about to leave but then turned back and said, "Oh. Wear that green and brown thing you have."
She looked at him curiously. "Why?"
"It looks better on you than black."
"Uh... Okay."
As he left Jyana was left with the image of his eyes having scanned her. And she felt exposed, but some reason she didn't quite mind.
She didn't know why she had even listened to him and put it on but she did. She left her silver bands back in her quarters because she didn't want to bother with the chilling metal on her skin straight after a shower. This left Jyana's leaf design on her left bicep that came with her natural form in clear view. She walked down the hall with poise and strength to her step.
She noticed that since the battle ended Lily and Phalen were nowhere to be found. She realized this when she noticed Wokki still carrying the baby, Ana, around. It was still such an odd sight to see a full grown ewok holding a human baby.
She came upon the corridor Obi-Wan had told her he would be and noticed two men sparring with lightsabres. They were alone. Jyana immediately noticed Obi-Wan but then noticed the more slender boy, no, man he was training with.
His blond hair dripped with sweat and his blue-eyes shown with a fierce intensity that many Jedi lacked. So this was the Chosen One? His slender form was well built as his bare chest glistened in the heat of the sparring and of that which the moon normally possessed. His blue lightsabre flashed as did Obi-Wan's as they sparred back and forth.
Obi-Wan was also without his shirt, and though his chest had a tad more hair than his apprentice's it did not change the fact that it too was well built.
Then she thought about how come guys had to wear shirts to begin with.
Then she remembered a few guys. Jaden, Xekral, and Xekral's nemesis... and that Met guy and realized... shirts were a good thing for some guys. But to each his own.
She propped herself up against a column whose architecture had no equal in the galaxy and watched master and apprentice train with the weapons that were the life of a Jedi.
But all she could see was fire and lava in the distance.
Obi-Wan noticed the woman watching and turned off his lightsabre. Anakin did likewise and noticed his master looking over at she who wore a tight- fitting corset and brown pants that were weighted down by a belt so that a sliver of tan-pink skin showed from her midsection. He rose his eyebrow in question but noticed the lightsabre hanging from her belt. Sighing he pushed away his thoughts of suspected hypocrisy on his master's part. Then his eyes glinted to notice that she also carried a blaster. Such a thing was unheard of among normal Jedi of this time, but dark times had come so this woman must think she needs to be ready for anything. Little did young Skywalker know that her blaster was used more than her lightsabre, for no other reason than just her feeling like using it.
"Allow me to introduce you, my young Padawan..." Obi-Wan started.
"Jyana Tinu Jade," she spoke up first offering her hand to him.
"Anakin Skywalker," the young man said awkwardly shaking her hand.
"Pleasure to meet you," she said with a smile.
He nodded slightly confused as to the point of this meeting.
She looked over at Obi-Wan. "Not bad."
"What's not bad?"
"She looked both guys up and down and had a glint in what Obi-Wan had come to call in his mind, her hazel gems. "You appear to be doing a good job."
"What do you mean by that?"
"With how you are it'd be interesting to see how an apprentice of yours would turn out."
"What do you mean by that?" the other man said.
The dark glare in Anakin's eyes started Jyana as she quickly said to hopefully calm him, "I'm just being a pain in Obi-Wan's arse like usual. Not like you know what that is like."
The two male Jedi looked at each other and said nothing.
Jyana reached for her lightsabre and said, "Anyone up to spar with me? I'm out of practice... terribly out of practice."
Before Anakin could take the challenge Obi-Wan waved him to the side and took her challenge. He knew not to underestimate Jyana as Master Windu had told him, so he took this as a welcome challenge. He would fight her as an equal but it was very possible she was his superior in skill, much like he noticed Anakin was becoming. Not like Obi-Wan would ever admit that to his Padawan himself. Anakin didn't need a swelled head.
Heaven knows he had enough of one as it is.
Jyana ignited her green blade and held it in front of her with one hand. She plotted her form of attack upon the Jedi Master. As she lunged she poured into this sparring the passion of her soul.
Obi-Wan had never fought such passion before to his knowledge. The woman moved with such speed and agility she made the Sith Lord who had killed Qui- Gon look like an amateur or even a bump on a log. He tried to remember back to the time he had defeated the Sith, but he was no longer as young as he would like to be.
It didn't matter. He could anticipate each of her moves though she moved in stealth and had a fighting technique only known by Jedi who were trained to be like "ninjas" of old. She had a technique of martial arts, of flipping of very flexible moves that if he even tried to do he'd strain something. Sometimes it seemed like she moved in slow motion or froze in the air at times. He had never fought this technique before. He found himself pondering over exactly how old Jyana was, but he knew immediately it was not polite to ask a woman her age.
After what seemed like ages they were face to face with their lightsabres crossed just so, both of them not sure of what was within those eyes.
Jyana was the first to pull back and sheath her lightsabre to notice Anakin had been joined by a lovely dark-haired and eyed woman. Her eyes noticed that Anakin had picked up his shirt but had not put it back on, and then she looked back at Obi-Wan. She read fatigue in his eyes.
"If you'll excuse me," his accented voice said, "I need to go meditate."
"That's fine. Will do you good," Jyana responded without noticing or even realizing the husky tone in his voice.
He nodded moved to pick up his shirt with the Force and without putting it on, he just draped it over his shoulder. He nodded to Jyana and then to Anakin and the woman beside him and left without anything else said.
Jyana watched him leave and thought that it was men like Obi-Wan that looked good from every angle.
She would later smack herself for that thought, once she realized she needed to.
Anakin interrupted her muse by saying, "Master Jyana..."
She cut him off quickly, "I'm not a Master. Just call me Jyana."
"Okay," he said with slight irritation, "Allow me to introduce..."
Images flashed through the Eleutherian's mind. Crying. Weeping. Pain. Sorrow. Destruction. She looked into the brown eyes of the woman in front of her and saw in their depths and more. Love.
"Padmé Amidala."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, milady," Jyana said with a genuine smile offering her hand as a gesture of welcome and equality.
"Pleasure as well," Padmé smiled and took the hand gently, "You are from Endor correct?"
"Yes the Sanctuary Moon. How could you tell?"
"I read about the Eleutherian race long ago and recognized the leaf marking on your left bicep."
"I wasn't aware that other cultures knew of ours."
"Well on Naboo you are regarded as a Myth."
"As is it on Tatooine," Anakin spoke up, "Eleutherians are also called the Forest People of Endor?"
Jyana nodded with a raised eyebrow.
"The deep space pilots spoke of them about as much as they did the angels."
Padmé looked over at Anakin with a look that Jyana had only seen between married couples before. She rose her eyebrow. "So you have heard of my race by way of a myth?"
They both nodded.
She sighed and looked off in the distance. "I'm afraid that's all we are now."
"Oh?" Padmé looked at her curiously.
"I'm the last one left alive."
"I'm so sorry..."
Jyana shrugged it off. "It's alright. I never knew my family. Hardly know all I need to know about my people, but I still carry on."
"That's all we can do in times like these."
"Indeed milady."
"Call me Padmé."
"Okay." A mischievous smirk rose on her face. "Padmé, are you married?"
Her eyes widened. "How did you know?"
"I sensed it."
"It's supposed to be a secret."
"Your husband should remember his telepathy blocking technique, but it was written on faces and in actions. It is hard to keep secrets from me." Jyana looked at Anakin and smiled. There is hope. I sense darkness but there is hope. "But your secret is safe with me."
"Thanks," the Jedi apprentice said.
"Senator Organa says you are going to ship out tomorrow with the troops," Padmé stated after a long moment of silence.
Jyana just nodded not really wishing there was still a war at hand. She had been given a ray of hope and was hoping to chill there for a while. But reality had other plans in mind and had to rear its ugly head once again and ruin her serenity.
"We're coming with you," the Senator said with a forceful voice.
"That's fine," Jyana responded, "I have heard much of your victories in battle, Padmé. I look forward to fighting by your side."
The two women smiled at each other, neither one knowing that this wouldn't be the only battle they would fight together.
The fighters were greeted with cheers from the masses upon their arrival back into the docking bay on Yavin IV. Phalen jumped out of his headhunter and went straight to Lily's ship to give her a big hug and kiss as she got out.
Jyana stepped out of the ship to notice Wokki kneeling towards her. She knew that he had been listening into the fighters com communication. All the faces now looked at her with awe. She wondered if Wokki had told them the ewoks call her the Great Tree Goddess.
It was Obi-Wan who first greeted her. He embraced her in the tightest hug that she had ever received from anyone, since she hardly ever got hugged in the first place. "Thought you were gone," he whispered into her hair so that only she could hear.
She looked around at the bewildered faces of the other fighter pilots and said, "Ummm... you're hugging me..."
Obi-Wan caught the message and quickly let go. "Sorry."
Jyana blinked at him a bit. She didn't know how to take the shock that he actually hugged her and appeared as if he cared.
And he just stared at her. As much as he didn't think he liked her when he first met her there was something. Her hazel eyes shown a light brown today, a soften yet glowing glisten of green to them as well.
But the Code. Cannot be attached.
What is that in her eyes?
Lily ran up to Jyana and embraced her newfound friend. "Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again," she told her.
"What stunt?" Jyana asked with a smirk.
"Don't make us think you were gone."
"I was aiming to trick the enemy fighters. Y'all just can't read my mind."
Obi-Wan just blinked at the two girls who now faced him with their arms around each other like they were blood sisters. "You gave us quite a scare there," Obi-Wan told Jyana.
"Fear is of the Dark Side."
"You know what I mean."
She sighed. "I know."
"What gave you that idea?"
"What idea?"
"To hide on the moon so that they didn't find you after the explosion. Make them think you were gone?"
"Oh that idea. You did."
"I did?"
"When you escaped Jango Fett in the asteroid belt of Geonosis didn't you use the same maneuver?"
Obi-Wan blinked. He didn't remember ever telling her about that. He didn't remember telling many people if anybody about that.
I can read your mind Obi-Wan. I saw that incident in your mind and decided to use it.
A chill went up through Obi-Wan's spine. He remembered hearing many times about the Force linking two people together. There were two cases of that. There was the Force link between Master and Apprentice, and then there was the Force link between husband and wife, the latter one much more passionate and powerful than the former. He wondered what that could mean.
I read many people's and creature's minds. Tis a curse of my race. It's a Force link if you can read my mind.
Obi-Wan felt as if he was. He shook his head. Now he was thoroughly freaked out. First he randomly hugged Jyana because he had been scared he had lost her. Second the mere fact he didn't want to lose her. Third, those eyes... if he had stared into them long enough he would've been hypnotized. And now this...
The celebration that was now being thrown by that darned ewok could not continue though. Ewoks were notorious for starting up parties despite whether the war was over or not, but just for one won battle. Jyana looked at Obi-Wan and smiled at him. He smiled back and took his leave. She looked back at the celebration. Jyana thought that it wasn't right to celebrate until the war was over. The people were drinking and happy. They had their sware. They didn't think about the men who were lost, didn't think about the close call that even she had. She was personally disgusted. So she left. Her mind was uneasy.
She then saw a sleek silver ship descending to land in the docking bay. The silver glistened in the morning light of Yavin and its sun. Uneasiness overtook her as she sensed who had arrived.
She had walked back to her quarters on Yavin IV and slipped into the refresher. Sliding off her silver arm bands she looked down at herself. She was a warrior, one who fought with a fierceness that surpassed even her own knowledge. A conflict had arisen in her. She was a Jedi, bound by a Code she hardly understood. Many followed the Code in blind faith, but that was not for her. Her beliefs had to be grounded in fact, logic and experience. She knew the power that flowed in her veins. But she had never encountered a weakness in her powers.
Until now.
After she took off her black flight suit and unbraided her hair, she stepped into the shower which she had already turned on by use of the Force so that she wouldn't step into ice cold water.
But maybe it was a cold shower she needed.
She attempted to drown herself in the water falling down on her, but didn't succeed. She had focused so long on survival on self-preservation. Nothing would kill her until she was ready to go.
But suddenly she who knew no fear was scared... not of death... but...
It was those blue-green eyes. Something about them made her melt. Something about those eyes made her want to fall over only to be caught by him. So much promise, so much passion, so much more than what was simply seen behind those eyes as blue as the sea after a storm.
And yet what promise is there of one who cannot allow himself to be attached? What promise is there from one who followed a strict Code that forbid that which the carnal natures desired?
But wasn't it true you could not govern such things with a silly Code?
Jyana ran her hand through her long chocolate tresses as the water and lather was worked into her scalp. Water dripped over her flawless form and her curves in all the right places.
It was too bad she didn't believe in love, or at least that she would ever experience it first hand and in it's true form.
She knew all about lust. She recalled those dreams she had when she was younger and developing. She looked and acted like a human did and developed in the same way. Eleutherians were really not all that different. She remembered a fellow Padawan who's name was "Wood" she thought. His hair was a medium brown as was his eyes but it was something about his voice that... well... and then one time she had seen him in this blue-green plaid skirt like thing... oh... but it was forbidden and Jyana fought against such feelings with a passion.
She grew out of that phase. At least she thought she had.
She wondered again about the time on Alderaan when she caught Obi-Wan in the shower. She had trained herself to be very calm in all situations. Truth was she had never seen a man like that before and truly she didn't know what to think. Her face now flushed as she thought back to the incident. Although she concluded the male body left much to be desired and it was rather funny looking at first glance... she truly didn't mind the view. She wondered though if she would be criticized by her Masters if they found out. Keyword being if.
And if she had anything to say in the matter, they won't.
A vision came to her mind of many more forms of cleansing, body, mind, soul and spirit.
A man of strong build ran his fingers through his black hair revealing a scar that went into his scalp and created a white streak in his hair. He closed his pale green eyes against the water. As it dripped over his fine frame he was thinking of many things.
He was not alone.
She was dark haired and dark eyed with a fire that only this man seemed to quench. Only this one moment were they at peace from the Shadow Fallen.
Jyana closed her eyes against the current. As tired as she was of war she hadn't tasted much of it yet. The shadow was still thickening and it would not clear.
She hoped Wokki and his crazy party type antics were finally over.
She turned off the shower and stepped out. She grabbed a towel and flipped her hair over into it and wrapped it into the towel and set the pile, towel and all on her head.
It didn't stay. Her natural hair was too long and thick to want to behave as the towel slumped over on her head. She took the towel off and began to dry her body. She stood there for a moment noticing herself. Se didn't find herself attractive despite her flawlessness due to shapeshifting. She thought it was flaws that made a person. Whether it be weak or strong.
And she knew what her flaw was. She had a soft heart. But this was making her stronger despite herself.
She took her towel and wrapped it around her body. Emerging from the fresher she realized she wasn't alone.
"Thanks for the warning Master Kenobi."
"Just thought to check up on you."
Her face flushed a bright pink. "I'm sorry about earlier on Alderaan..."
"Don't worry about it. I'd say we're even."
She couldn't help but notice the glint in his eye. "May I have some privacy Master..."
"Call me Obi-Wan."
"Obi-Wan... please."
"I will leave now," he said still smirking taking in the view of the Eleutherian in a towel, "But I wish you to meet someone."
Jyana looked up at him. "Your apprentice?"
He nodded. "Yes he just arrived with the Senator from Naboo."
"The silver ship?"
"Of course. All Nubian ships are silver like that."
"Ah yes." She paused for a moment to gain more composure for she was still slightly uncomfortable with the current situation she was in. She put on a pleasant disposition. "I'd be delighted. Allow me to find my clothing and I'll be right there."
Obi-Wan was about to leave but then turned back and said, "Oh. Wear that green and brown thing you have."
She looked at him curiously. "Why?"
"It looks better on you than black."
"Uh... Okay."
As he left Jyana was left with the image of his eyes having scanned her. And she felt exposed, but some reason she didn't quite mind.
She didn't know why she had even listened to him and put it on but she did. She left her silver bands back in her quarters because she didn't want to bother with the chilling metal on her skin straight after a shower. This left Jyana's leaf design on her left bicep that came with her natural form in clear view. She walked down the hall with poise and strength to her step.
She noticed that since the battle ended Lily and Phalen were nowhere to be found. She realized this when she noticed Wokki still carrying the baby, Ana, around. It was still such an odd sight to see a full grown ewok holding a human baby.
She came upon the corridor Obi-Wan had told her he would be and noticed two men sparring with lightsabres. They were alone. Jyana immediately noticed Obi-Wan but then noticed the more slender boy, no, man he was training with.
His blond hair dripped with sweat and his blue-eyes shown with a fierce intensity that many Jedi lacked. So this was the Chosen One? His slender form was well built as his bare chest glistened in the heat of the sparring and of that which the moon normally possessed. His blue lightsabre flashed as did Obi-Wan's as they sparred back and forth.
Obi-Wan was also without his shirt, and though his chest had a tad more hair than his apprentice's it did not change the fact that it too was well built.
Then she thought about how come guys had to wear shirts to begin with.
Then she remembered a few guys. Jaden, Xekral, and Xekral's nemesis... and that Met guy and realized... shirts were a good thing for some guys. But to each his own.
She propped herself up against a column whose architecture had no equal in the galaxy and watched master and apprentice train with the weapons that were the life of a Jedi.
But all she could see was fire and lava in the distance.
Obi-Wan noticed the woman watching and turned off his lightsabre. Anakin did likewise and noticed his master looking over at she who wore a tight- fitting corset and brown pants that were weighted down by a belt so that a sliver of tan-pink skin showed from her midsection. He rose his eyebrow in question but noticed the lightsabre hanging from her belt. Sighing he pushed away his thoughts of suspected hypocrisy on his master's part. Then his eyes glinted to notice that she also carried a blaster. Such a thing was unheard of among normal Jedi of this time, but dark times had come so this woman must think she needs to be ready for anything. Little did young Skywalker know that her blaster was used more than her lightsabre, for no other reason than just her feeling like using it.
"Allow me to introduce you, my young Padawan..." Obi-Wan started.
"Jyana Tinu Jade," she spoke up first offering her hand to him.
"Anakin Skywalker," the young man said awkwardly shaking her hand.
"Pleasure to meet you," she said with a smile.
He nodded slightly confused as to the point of this meeting.
She looked over at Obi-Wan. "Not bad."
"What's not bad?"
"She looked both guys up and down and had a glint in what Obi-Wan had come to call in his mind, her hazel gems. "You appear to be doing a good job."
"What do you mean by that?"
"With how you are it'd be interesting to see how an apprentice of yours would turn out."
"What do you mean by that?" the other man said.
The dark glare in Anakin's eyes started Jyana as she quickly said to hopefully calm him, "I'm just being a pain in Obi-Wan's arse like usual. Not like you know what that is like."
The two male Jedi looked at each other and said nothing.
Jyana reached for her lightsabre and said, "Anyone up to spar with me? I'm out of practice... terribly out of practice."
Before Anakin could take the challenge Obi-Wan waved him to the side and took her challenge. He knew not to underestimate Jyana as Master Windu had told him, so he took this as a welcome challenge. He would fight her as an equal but it was very possible she was his superior in skill, much like he noticed Anakin was becoming. Not like Obi-Wan would ever admit that to his Padawan himself. Anakin didn't need a swelled head.
Heaven knows he had enough of one as it is.
Jyana ignited her green blade and held it in front of her with one hand. She plotted her form of attack upon the Jedi Master. As she lunged she poured into this sparring the passion of her soul.
Obi-Wan had never fought such passion before to his knowledge. The woman moved with such speed and agility she made the Sith Lord who had killed Qui- Gon look like an amateur or even a bump on a log. He tried to remember back to the time he had defeated the Sith, but he was no longer as young as he would like to be.
It didn't matter. He could anticipate each of her moves though she moved in stealth and had a fighting technique only known by Jedi who were trained to be like "ninjas" of old. She had a technique of martial arts, of flipping of very flexible moves that if he even tried to do he'd strain something. Sometimes it seemed like she moved in slow motion or froze in the air at times. He had never fought this technique before. He found himself pondering over exactly how old Jyana was, but he knew immediately it was not polite to ask a woman her age.
After what seemed like ages they were face to face with their lightsabres crossed just so, both of them not sure of what was within those eyes.
Jyana was the first to pull back and sheath her lightsabre to notice Anakin had been joined by a lovely dark-haired and eyed woman. Her eyes noticed that Anakin had picked up his shirt but had not put it back on, and then she looked back at Obi-Wan. She read fatigue in his eyes.
"If you'll excuse me," his accented voice said, "I need to go meditate."
"That's fine. Will do you good," Jyana responded without noticing or even realizing the husky tone in his voice.
He nodded moved to pick up his shirt with the Force and without putting it on, he just draped it over his shoulder. He nodded to Jyana and then to Anakin and the woman beside him and left without anything else said.
Jyana watched him leave and thought that it was men like Obi-Wan that looked good from every angle.
She would later smack herself for that thought, once she realized she needed to.
Anakin interrupted her muse by saying, "Master Jyana..."
She cut him off quickly, "I'm not a Master. Just call me Jyana."
"Okay," he said with slight irritation, "Allow me to introduce..."
Images flashed through the Eleutherian's mind. Crying. Weeping. Pain. Sorrow. Destruction. She looked into the brown eyes of the woman in front of her and saw in their depths and more. Love.
"Padmé Amidala."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, milady," Jyana said with a genuine smile offering her hand as a gesture of welcome and equality.
"Pleasure as well," Padmé smiled and took the hand gently, "You are from Endor correct?"
"Yes the Sanctuary Moon. How could you tell?"
"I read about the Eleutherian race long ago and recognized the leaf marking on your left bicep."
"I wasn't aware that other cultures knew of ours."
"Well on Naboo you are regarded as a Myth."
"As is it on Tatooine," Anakin spoke up, "Eleutherians are also called the Forest People of Endor?"
Jyana nodded with a raised eyebrow.
"The deep space pilots spoke of them about as much as they did the angels."
Padmé looked over at Anakin with a look that Jyana had only seen between married couples before. She rose her eyebrow. "So you have heard of my race by way of a myth?"
They both nodded.
She sighed and looked off in the distance. "I'm afraid that's all we are now."
"Oh?" Padmé looked at her curiously.
"I'm the last one left alive."
"I'm so sorry..."
Jyana shrugged it off. "It's alright. I never knew my family. Hardly know all I need to know about my people, but I still carry on."
"That's all we can do in times like these."
"Indeed milady."
"Call me Padmé."
"Okay." A mischievous smirk rose on her face. "Padmé, are you married?"
Her eyes widened. "How did you know?"
"I sensed it."
"It's supposed to be a secret."
"Your husband should remember his telepathy blocking technique, but it was written on faces and in actions. It is hard to keep secrets from me." Jyana looked at Anakin and smiled. There is hope. I sense darkness but there is hope. "But your secret is safe with me."
"Thanks," the Jedi apprentice said.
"Senator Organa says you are going to ship out tomorrow with the troops," Padmé stated after a long moment of silence.
Jyana just nodded not really wishing there was still a war at hand. She had been given a ray of hope and was hoping to chill there for a while. But reality had other plans in mind and had to rear its ugly head once again and ruin her serenity.
"We're coming with you," the Senator said with a forceful voice.
"That's fine," Jyana responded, "I have heard much of your victories in battle, Padmé. I look forward to fighting by your side."
The two women smiled at each other, neither one knowing that this wouldn't be the only battle they would fight together.