HA Ha! The Padawan is back! And I have another chapter for you! Oh, and thank you so much for reviewing, I really thought people would hate it sooo much. : ) (PLEASE read my story, Path of a Jedi and review it please! It is a story that I was planning on becoming a novel, but nobody reads it! I feel so bad...)
DARTHTAQ: I'm sorry that you feel that way, although I think it is kinda dumb to hate someone over one story... But, I warned you that if you didn't like this kind of story, to NOT READ IT!!!! I will not be intimidated by your review!!!!
Getting out feels good, Obi-Wan thought as he dodged yet another rock. He was a Jedi, and Jedi were usually very active. So being cooped up in a cave, no matter how large, was enough to drive even mild-mannered Obi-Wan Kenobi half crazy. He enjoyed the feel of the wind on his face, even though he felt bad about leaving Padme by herself. But they needed the food.
Half and hour later he pulled the speeder up next to a small store in the nearest town, Terras. Terras was a dumpy little place, with space junk cluttering almost every part of the ground.
He stepped inside and made his way to get what he needed. Then, as he was paying for the food, he noticed a group of men gathered around his bike. He stepped outside, tensed for action, and walked over to his vehicle. He was placing the bag of food into a storage compartment under the seat when one of the thugs stepped forward.
"This your bike?" he asked.
"Maybe," Obi-Wan answered, not even looking up.
"It's nice." The thug stepped forward. "Very nice. I think I'd like to take it home with me."
"Sorry." Obi-Wan lifted his leg to get onto the bike when someone grabbed him from behind and threw him to the ground. The others in the group burst out laughing. But much to their disappointment, Obi-Wan just stood up and brushed himself off. Thug number one walked right up to him, so that his nose was only an inch from the Jedi's.
"Look, pal, I think it would be the healthiest choice for you to just get your groceries out of that bike, and walk back to wherever you came from. I'm taking the bike, whether you like it or not. But it will be so much easier for you if you just walk away. Last man who defended his hunk of metal died. Understand?"
"I understand, but I can't let you have the bike."
The thug reached over and grabbed the front of the Jedi's tunic, nearly lifting him off the ground. "Ok then. You want to do this the hard way?" The thug reared back his arm to punch the lights out of Obi-Wan, but his hand never made contact. Obi-Wan twisted out of his grasp, landed in a crouch, and delivered a kick at the man's knees. The man staggered and the other thugs went after the Jedi.
He dodged one man's lunge, only to swing his fist at another man's face who had been on the side of him. Then he delivered a roundhouse kick to another man. All the thugs then decided to tackle the Jedi, and so they did. He fell to the ground in a tangle of bodies but was being held by the arms when he got up. He saw the first thug coming at him with a crude knife and decided to get out of there. He slammed the heel of his boot into one man's foot, then hit the other in the face with the back of his hand. He was turning back around when he felt a searing pain across his face.
He instinctively put his hand on his face, and it came away with blood. Thug number one was standing in front of the Jedi, holding the now bloody knife in his hand, laughing. Obi-Wan surprised him by recovering in seconds and kicking the knife out of his hand and catching it in his own. He pointed it at the man while trying to back up to get to his speederbike. A native Dyegan thug suddenly appeared next to the first thug with a metal pole in his hand. He took a running lunge at Obi-Wan, who easily somersaulted over him. When the Dyegan began using it like a sword, Obi-Wan then found his own pole and held it up like he would his lightsaber.
The Dyegan laughed. "You think you can beat me, puny human? I have studied for years how to use things as a sword. You are no match for me." Then he pressed the attack.
The fight, Obi-Wan thought, compared to the time when he had to participate in a duel with Jedi students at the Temple. Eleven, twelve year-old children who were not yet Padawans. Each blow the Dyegan tried was easily blocked by the skilled Jedi Knight who once defeated a Sith Lord.
After a few moments, the Dyegan began to panic. How could this human be so talented at dueling? It was almost as if the man knew what he was going to do before he did it. He began to get very sloppy, which is what allowed Obi-Wan to finish him without injuring him.
The Dyegan slipped once on a loose rock and fell to one knee, leaving his neck vulnarable. Obi-Wan struck it with his weapon hard enough to knock him out, but not enough to kill him. When the Dyegan crumpled to the ground, the rest of the gang panicked and ran. They had expected an easy steal, not a fight.
Obi-Wan threw down the pole in disgust and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his tunic. He stepped around the unconsious being and mounted the bike, then began the journey back to the hideout, holding his sliced cheek together with one hand.
DARTHTAQ: I'm sorry that you feel that way, although I think it is kinda dumb to hate someone over one story... But, I warned you that if you didn't like this kind of story, to NOT READ IT!!!! I will not be intimidated by your review!!!!
Getting out feels good, Obi-Wan thought as he dodged yet another rock. He was a Jedi, and Jedi were usually very active. So being cooped up in a cave, no matter how large, was enough to drive even mild-mannered Obi-Wan Kenobi half crazy. He enjoyed the feel of the wind on his face, even though he felt bad about leaving Padme by herself. But they needed the food.
Half and hour later he pulled the speeder up next to a small store in the nearest town, Terras. Terras was a dumpy little place, with space junk cluttering almost every part of the ground.
He stepped inside and made his way to get what he needed. Then, as he was paying for the food, he noticed a group of men gathered around his bike. He stepped outside, tensed for action, and walked over to his vehicle. He was placing the bag of food into a storage compartment under the seat when one of the thugs stepped forward.
"This your bike?" he asked.
"Maybe," Obi-Wan answered, not even looking up.
"It's nice." The thug stepped forward. "Very nice. I think I'd like to take it home with me."
"Sorry." Obi-Wan lifted his leg to get onto the bike when someone grabbed him from behind and threw him to the ground. The others in the group burst out laughing. But much to their disappointment, Obi-Wan just stood up and brushed himself off. Thug number one walked right up to him, so that his nose was only an inch from the Jedi's.
"Look, pal, I think it would be the healthiest choice for you to just get your groceries out of that bike, and walk back to wherever you came from. I'm taking the bike, whether you like it or not. But it will be so much easier for you if you just walk away. Last man who defended his hunk of metal died. Understand?"
"I understand, but I can't let you have the bike."
The thug reached over and grabbed the front of the Jedi's tunic, nearly lifting him off the ground. "Ok then. You want to do this the hard way?" The thug reared back his arm to punch the lights out of Obi-Wan, but his hand never made contact. Obi-Wan twisted out of his grasp, landed in a crouch, and delivered a kick at the man's knees. The man staggered and the other thugs went after the Jedi.
He dodged one man's lunge, only to swing his fist at another man's face who had been on the side of him. Then he delivered a roundhouse kick to another man. All the thugs then decided to tackle the Jedi, and so they did. He fell to the ground in a tangle of bodies but was being held by the arms when he got up. He saw the first thug coming at him with a crude knife and decided to get out of there. He slammed the heel of his boot into one man's foot, then hit the other in the face with the back of his hand. He was turning back around when he felt a searing pain across his face.
He instinctively put his hand on his face, and it came away with blood. Thug number one was standing in front of the Jedi, holding the now bloody knife in his hand, laughing. Obi-Wan surprised him by recovering in seconds and kicking the knife out of his hand and catching it in his own. He pointed it at the man while trying to back up to get to his speederbike. A native Dyegan thug suddenly appeared next to the first thug with a metal pole in his hand. He took a running lunge at Obi-Wan, who easily somersaulted over him. When the Dyegan began using it like a sword, Obi-Wan then found his own pole and held it up like he would his lightsaber.
The Dyegan laughed. "You think you can beat me, puny human? I have studied for years how to use things as a sword. You are no match for me." Then he pressed the attack.
The fight, Obi-Wan thought, compared to the time when he had to participate in a duel with Jedi students at the Temple. Eleven, twelve year-old children who were not yet Padawans. Each blow the Dyegan tried was easily blocked by the skilled Jedi Knight who once defeated a Sith Lord.
After a few moments, the Dyegan began to panic. How could this human be so talented at dueling? It was almost as if the man knew what he was going to do before he did it. He began to get very sloppy, which is what allowed Obi-Wan to finish him without injuring him.
The Dyegan slipped once on a loose rock and fell to one knee, leaving his neck vulnarable. Obi-Wan struck it with his weapon hard enough to knock him out, but not enough to kill him. When the Dyegan crumpled to the ground, the rest of the gang panicked and ran. They had expected an easy steal, not a fight.
Obi-Wan threw down the pole in disgust and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his tunic. He stepped around the unconsious being and mounted the bike, then began the journey back to the hideout, holding his sliced cheek together with one hand.