Naturally, I don't own any direct phrases or concepts that George Lucas and Lucasfilm would prefer I did not own. I suppose I own "Spark Vallen" since she is me ;) and Jana Vnukova is my friend for whom I am crafting this tale.
Enjoy! :)
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Chapter One -
By standard time, these were the wee hours at the Force Academy. The darkest time of night where one wouldn't see his hand waving before his eyes, it was so dark. In that darkness, many Jedi were still awake, meditating, studying, watching the HoloNet, or focusing on some other task at hand.
During these dark hours, two Jedi remained awake, lying on their sleep couches, staring and thinking. They had no idea the other was awake and soul searching, so closed in from the Force were their personal energies.
Content but confused, Spark Vallen lay with her hands behind her neck and her legs crossed at the ankle. Her room was shrouded in complete darkness, having re-arranged the curtains on the window so they didn't let in even the slightest sliver of moonlight.
Her role at the Force Academy was largely self-defined, that of an associate mentor and teacher. It meant that she traveled the journey (at present) without rank, but that troubled her not. In fact, it amused her for it set up more questions than answers about the Jedi, her life and the path... which was how she preferred to teach. She led a comfortable existence with the Force Academy to call home while she still performed various missions as-needed on her home system of Correlia.
The first lines of a verse she'd heard of a song on an Outer Rim planet haunted Spark's mind during the night: If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad... She'd heard it several years ago on a mission that had sent her from the Force Academy's quiet campus world to Correlia and beyond to the Outer Rim. The words came back to her, puzzling her state-of-mind further.
"What is it that bothers me?" she whispered.
Two floors below and several rooms eastward in the Light Jedi dormitory lay Jana Vnukova on her sleep couch. She too had pulled the curtains tight so that no exterior light shined in. Her fists were clenched at her sides as she lay on her back. Jana's brow was pinched in concentration; hot, angry tears streamed freely, sliding down her cheek and onto the pillow.
She was a Jedi Padawan to one of the most senior members of the teaching staff and Jedi Council at the Force Academy. Jana held a coveted role to many of the students and was afforded private instruction on a daily basis. There were rumors that she'd soon face the Jedi Trials where she'd likely prove her competence as a student and earn the title of Jedi Knight.
Emotions flooded Jana from within and outside; she worked with her shielding exercises as best as she knew how, but still, the feelings overwhelmed. Unable to control them, Jana let them wash over her and attempted to ride the wild current.
"What is going on?" she whispered.
Enjoy! :)
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Chapter One -
By standard time, these were the wee hours at the Force Academy. The darkest time of night where one wouldn't see his hand waving before his eyes, it was so dark. In that darkness, many Jedi were still awake, meditating, studying, watching the HoloNet, or focusing on some other task at hand.
During these dark hours, two Jedi remained awake, lying on their sleep couches, staring and thinking. They had no idea the other was awake and soul searching, so closed in from the Force were their personal energies.
Content but confused, Spark Vallen lay with her hands behind her neck and her legs crossed at the ankle. Her room was shrouded in complete darkness, having re-arranged the curtains on the window so they didn't let in even the slightest sliver of moonlight.
Her role at the Force Academy was largely self-defined, that of an associate mentor and teacher. It meant that she traveled the journey (at present) without rank, but that troubled her not. In fact, it amused her for it set up more questions than answers about the Jedi, her life and the path... which was how she preferred to teach. She led a comfortable existence with the Force Academy to call home while she still performed various missions as-needed on her home system of Correlia.
The first lines of a verse she'd heard of a song on an Outer Rim planet haunted Spark's mind during the night: If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad... She'd heard it several years ago on a mission that had sent her from the Force Academy's quiet campus world to Correlia and beyond to the Outer Rim. The words came back to her, puzzling her state-of-mind further.
"What is it that bothers me?" she whispered.
Two floors below and several rooms eastward in the Light Jedi dormitory lay Jana Vnukova on her sleep couch. She too had pulled the curtains tight so that no exterior light shined in. Her fists were clenched at her sides as she lay on her back. Jana's brow was pinched in concentration; hot, angry tears streamed freely, sliding down her cheek and onto the pillow.
She was a Jedi Padawan to one of the most senior members of the teaching staff and Jedi Council at the Force Academy. Jana held a coveted role to many of the students and was afforded private instruction on a daily basis. There were rumors that she'd soon face the Jedi Trials where she'd likely prove her competence as a student and earn the title of Jedi Knight.
Emotions flooded Jana from within and outside; she worked with her shielding exercises as best as she knew how, but still, the feelings overwhelmed. Unable to control them, Jana let them wash over her and attempted to ride the wild current.
"What is going on?" she whispered.