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I said I didn't want to go to Ossus," Miriam told Zekk, looking
out the viewport at the planet the Lightning Rod was approaching. Zekk
took a look at her and decided he didn't really want to argue with Boba
Fett's daughter, even if she was two years younger than him.
"I have to go here and check in with the order. If you don't like
it, you can always find another pilot, though I don't think-
"Okay, Okay. Ossus is good!" Miriam exclaimed. "It's just- do I have
to have anything to do with the Jedi? My family really doesn't have a
good history with them."
"You want me to tell the truth or to keep you blissfully ignorant?"
Zekk asked. Miriam gave him a look that said 'what do you think?' and
used her talent to poke at his brain. "Okay," Zekk said in surrender.
"You can keep away from the Jedi, but you have potential."
"What does that mean?"
"You use the Force like an extra arm. It clings to you and wraps
itself around you in ways it doesn't treat most people. If you became a
Jedi-
"NO!" Miriam shouted. "THAT IS ABSOLUTELY AND COMPLETELY OUT OF THE
QUESTION!"
Zekk backed off, slightly alarmed. "I was just saying..."
"I won't," Mirriam said stubbornly. That was the end of it and a
nonplussable silence filled the cabin. Zekk turned his attention back to
landing and no one spoke for a long time.
"Will you at least consider it?"
"Well... Maybe."
"It would be a good thing for you to do-
"ZEKK; SHUT UP!"
Some time later, Miriam found herself approaching the Jedi Academy,
a hexagonal, slate building about five stories tall surrounded by a
campus of about fifty acres of hiking trails, sports fields, and a whole
lot of other stuff she didn't recognize. "I cannot believe you talked me
into this." She paused and thought for a moment. "My father warned me
about Jedi. Did you use that force thingermabober?"
Zekk looked at her and realized she wouldn't feel any regrets if she
bit his head off. "I swear I didn't do anything!" He squealed, feeling
like he was two inches tall. Something about Miriam seemed scary when
she was angry. Maybe he would just avoid that side of her for a while.
Miriam looked at Zekk, feeling the waves of fear and exasperation
her talent was picking up. Then she put two things together. Her talent
and the force - they were the same thing! She'd been using the force
since she was seven years old!
I said I didn't want to go to Ossus," Miriam told Zekk, looking
out the viewport at the planet the Lightning Rod was approaching. Zekk
took a look at her and decided he didn't really want to argue with Boba
Fett's daughter, even if she was two years younger than him.
"I have to go here and check in with the order. If you don't like
it, you can always find another pilot, though I don't think-
"Okay, Okay. Ossus is good!" Miriam exclaimed. "It's just- do I have
to have anything to do with the Jedi? My family really doesn't have a
good history with them."
"You want me to tell the truth or to keep you blissfully ignorant?"
Zekk asked. Miriam gave him a look that said 'what do you think?' and
used her talent to poke at his brain. "Okay," Zekk said in surrender.
"You can keep away from the Jedi, but you have potential."
"What does that mean?"
"You use the Force like an extra arm. It clings to you and wraps
itself around you in ways it doesn't treat most people. If you became a
Jedi-
"NO!" Miriam shouted. "THAT IS ABSOLUTELY AND COMPLETELY OUT OF THE
QUESTION!"
Zekk backed off, slightly alarmed. "I was just saying..."
"I won't," Mirriam said stubbornly. That was the end of it and a
nonplussable silence filled the cabin. Zekk turned his attention back to
landing and no one spoke for a long time.
"Will you at least consider it?"
"Well... Maybe."
"It would be a good thing for you to do-
"ZEKK; SHUT UP!"
Some time later, Miriam found herself approaching the Jedi Academy,
a hexagonal, slate building about five stories tall surrounded by a
campus of about fifty acres of hiking trails, sports fields, and a whole
lot of other stuff she didn't recognize. "I cannot believe you talked me
into this." She paused and thought for a moment. "My father warned me
about Jedi. Did you use that force thingermabober?"
Zekk looked at her and realized she wouldn't feel any regrets if she
bit his head off. "I swear I didn't do anything!" He squealed, feeling
like he was two inches tall. Something about Miriam seemed scary when
she was angry. Maybe he would just avoid that side of her for a while.
Miriam looked at Zekk, feeling the waves of fear and exasperation
her talent was picking up. Then she put two things together. Her talent
and the force - they were the same thing! She'd been using the force
since she was seven years old!