STAR WARS
A New Beginning
Orion223
The sunsets on Dantooine were always so breathtaking. This thought passed through Myandara Victurus's mind as she sat on the roof of one of the stubby-looking sub-temples of the Jedi Academy, watching the sun slowly slip behind the horizon. At sixteen, Myandara, or Mya as everyone called her, was nearing the eighth year of her Jedi training. She had just recently finished constructing her lightsaber, which produced a dark red blade when ignited. Mya was one of the best duelists in her class, having only lost to the temple's current master, Vondo-baas, who had fought her to demonstrate the skills she still needed to learn.
One thing Mya had mastered after ten years of training at the Academy, however, was how to deal with her male classmates. She had developed into a striking young woman at an early age, which of course led to the majority of the guys trying to hook up with her. Unfortunately for them, the dark brown eyes and the wild shoulder- length brown hair masked a fierce woman and passionate warrior, who fended off every single attempt made on her. One student was even foolish enough to attempt to force himself on Mya. This unlucky fellow was rewarded with a week in the sickbay for his troubles. After that memorable day, everyone stopped seeing her as just another pretty face, and gave her the space and respect the young Jedi had most definitely earned.
Mya very much enjoyed having some breathing space at last, but she always took time to enjoy the world around her, for one day the girl knew she would have to leave Dantooine to fulfill her future as a Jedi Knight, a warrior and diplomat sworn to the service of the Galactic Republic. Whenever she wasn't studying or training or devoting the odd hour to her friends, Mya would go off by herself and observe some of the wonders of nature. Her two favorite things two watch were the sunrise and the sunset, for the Jedi in training took comfort in knowing the sun would always be there to give light and warmth to all those who needed it.
With that in mind, the talented student leaned back and watched the crimson orb sink into the ground far away, completely at peace. However, the peace didn't last long. Mya blinked as a high-pitched whine filled the air, gradually crescendoing to an ear-splitting screech. Glancing around for the source, the girl was rewarded with a terrifying sight: a civilian shuttle had entered the atmosphere, thick black smoke pouring from the craft's engines as it plummeted to the earth below. Mya gasped as the battered ship plowed into the ground at a horrifying speed, creating a gouge of black soil in the green plains. I hope there was no one on board. thought the Jedi student as she jumped from the roof, using the Force to cushion her fall, then set off towards the wreckage as fast as she could, the Force augmenting her natural speed. Reaching what was left of the craft, Mya probed the inside with her mind. To her astonishment, she felt a presence still alive inside, but barely holding on. Looking the ship up and down, the brown-haired disciple knew time was short, and acted accordingly. Reaching out, she tapped into the Force again, using its energy to rip open the crushed metal shell. Stepping inside, Mya glanced about and saw the shuttle's lone occupant: a young, wiry man, dark brown stubble lining his lips and chin. What little of his hair hadn't been burned away showed the same dark color. He was dressed in black, a simple shirt and pair of trousers, and what looked to have once been a duster. Wasting no time, Mya gently picked up the man with the Force, examining his body for internal injuries. Finding none, judging it okay to move him, the young Jedi used the Force to levitate the stranger behind her as she ran to the emergency med center located in the Main Temple. Throwing the doors open, Mya sprinted inside, ignoring the stares of her fellow students, heading for the hospital wing. As soon as she got there, the girl kicked the door open and pulled the battered survivor in with her. "Cifan! Where the hell are you, I've got someone with me and he's hurt!" Glancing around, Mya saw him sitting at his desk, filing some medical records. The Academy's medical expert and chief healer glanced up at the commotion, taking in the student and the survivor with his clear gray eyes. "What damage has he suffered, young Jedi?" he asked as he stood and moved toward them.
"I'm not sure, that's why I brought him here" replied Mya irritably,
worry in her gaze. "Well then, set him down and I'll take a look at him" intoned the elderly man as he motioned to a cot next to the far wall. Dipping into the Force, feeling the presences of the students as they milled about in the evening. Turning his focus on his newest charge, he began the examination, noting broken bone and torn muscle as his mind's eye traveled across the unconscious stranger, seemingly completely at peace as he realized the seriousness of the youth's condition. Looking over his shoulder Cifan noticed that Mya still stood in the center of the room, apprehension visible in her eyes. "You'd best be going now my child. There is nothing more you can do for him." "Alright," Mya replied reluctantly. She left the medical ward, deciding to end her day with some lightsaber practice. After retrieving her weapon from its resting spot on the wall of her room, Mya headed for the main temple. Ignoring the two main arenas as they were in use by several students practicing their dueling skill, she headed for one of the side arenas. Stopping at the door to sub-arena 03, she keyed in her passcode and stepped inside. Automatic lights registered Mya's presence and raised the illumination as she entered the training area. Undoing the clasp at her neck that held her brown cloak together, she let it slip to the floor. Examining the control panel for the seeker drones, Mya keyed in a command to release two training models with blasters set to maximum power. Walking back to the room's center, she powered up her lightsaber to one-third strength and waited for the computer to release the drones. A panel in the ceiling retracted, revealing a rack of grooved metal spheres. Two of them detached from the rack, spiraling down slowly to where Mya awaited. Without warning, one of them dodged to her left, bringing one of its eight blasters to bear on her. It fired six shots in rapid succession, shots that would give Mya painful burns.. ..had they managed to hit her. The Jedi had already changed position, the energy bolts passing harmlessly past her head. Bringing up her lightsaber, Mya neatly shoulder-rolled between the two training remotes. Coming up on one knee, she raked her red blade across one of the miniscule droids, causing its circuits to overload and shut down. Without breaking her pace, Mya used the Force to propel herself up into a backflip, avoiding the second drone's potshot to her back. Landing in a crouch, Mya raised her weapon and deflected a barrage of shots from the floating sphere, then threw her saber, sending it spinning through the air, creating a shower of sparks as it connected with the silvery ball, forcing it to shut down. Mya stood. She closed her eyes, barely short of breath. Then she reset the two training drones, and had the computer activate two more.
Raising her lightsaber, Mya simply smiled and invited her mechanical opponents to join her for a dance. The dance of battle.
This time the drones coordinated their assault, each attacking the Jedi from a different angle, the computerized spheres aiming to catch her in the crossfire. Realizing her attacker's intent, Mya shifted her weight to her back foot. At the precise moment when the seekers attacked simultaneously, she spun in a complete circle, the red blade seeming to move in several directions at once, the deflected energy bolts returning to their masters and overloading the circuits again. Surveying her defeated opponents, Mya turned to the computer console again and winced as her left shoulder flared in pain. She realized that one of the shots had slipped past her defense and given her a souvenir of the fight. "Damn, that'll hurt till Cifan looks at it. Wish I'd paid more attention in that healing lecture he gave last month," muttered Mya as she shut off her lightsaber and picked up her cloak. After resetting the computer and the drones, Mya left the sub-arena, making her way to her room. Once inside, door sealed and lightsaber back in its slot on the wall, Mya stripped off her cloak, tunic, leggings, and boots and fell back onto her sleeping pallet. Before sleep consumed her, the Jedi wondered about the mysterious new arrival, and what kind of person he was. "God, I hope hes not another macho asshole like the morons I put up with every day."
A New Beginning
Orion223
The sunsets on Dantooine were always so breathtaking. This thought passed through Myandara Victurus's mind as she sat on the roof of one of the stubby-looking sub-temples of the Jedi Academy, watching the sun slowly slip behind the horizon. At sixteen, Myandara, or Mya as everyone called her, was nearing the eighth year of her Jedi training. She had just recently finished constructing her lightsaber, which produced a dark red blade when ignited. Mya was one of the best duelists in her class, having only lost to the temple's current master, Vondo-baas, who had fought her to demonstrate the skills she still needed to learn.
One thing Mya had mastered after ten years of training at the Academy, however, was how to deal with her male classmates. She had developed into a striking young woman at an early age, which of course led to the majority of the guys trying to hook up with her. Unfortunately for them, the dark brown eyes and the wild shoulder- length brown hair masked a fierce woman and passionate warrior, who fended off every single attempt made on her. One student was even foolish enough to attempt to force himself on Mya. This unlucky fellow was rewarded with a week in the sickbay for his troubles. After that memorable day, everyone stopped seeing her as just another pretty face, and gave her the space and respect the young Jedi had most definitely earned.
Mya very much enjoyed having some breathing space at last, but she always took time to enjoy the world around her, for one day the girl knew she would have to leave Dantooine to fulfill her future as a Jedi Knight, a warrior and diplomat sworn to the service of the Galactic Republic. Whenever she wasn't studying or training or devoting the odd hour to her friends, Mya would go off by herself and observe some of the wonders of nature. Her two favorite things two watch were the sunrise and the sunset, for the Jedi in training took comfort in knowing the sun would always be there to give light and warmth to all those who needed it.
With that in mind, the talented student leaned back and watched the crimson orb sink into the ground far away, completely at peace. However, the peace didn't last long. Mya blinked as a high-pitched whine filled the air, gradually crescendoing to an ear-splitting screech. Glancing around for the source, the girl was rewarded with a terrifying sight: a civilian shuttle had entered the atmosphere, thick black smoke pouring from the craft's engines as it plummeted to the earth below. Mya gasped as the battered ship plowed into the ground at a horrifying speed, creating a gouge of black soil in the green plains. I hope there was no one on board. thought the Jedi student as she jumped from the roof, using the Force to cushion her fall, then set off towards the wreckage as fast as she could, the Force augmenting her natural speed. Reaching what was left of the craft, Mya probed the inside with her mind. To her astonishment, she felt a presence still alive inside, but barely holding on. Looking the ship up and down, the brown-haired disciple knew time was short, and acted accordingly. Reaching out, she tapped into the Force again, using its energy to rip open the crushed metal shell. Stepping inside, Mya glanced about and saw the shuttle's lone occupant: a young, wiry man, dark brown stubble lining his lips and chin. What little of his hair hadn't been burned away showed the same dark color. He was dressed in black, a simple shirt and pair of trousers, and what looked to have once been a duster. Wasting no time, Mya gently picked up the man with the Force, examining his body for internal injuries. Finding none, judging it okay to move him, the young Jedi used the Force to levitate the stranger behind her as she ran to the emergency med center located in the Main Temple. Throwing the doors open, Mya sprinted inside, ignoring the stares of her fellow students, heading for the hospital wing. As soon as she got there, the girl kicked the door open and pulled the battered survivor in with her. "Cifan! Where the hell are you, I've got someone with me and he's hurt!" Glancing around, Mya saw him sitting at his desk, filing some medical records. The Academy's medical expert and chief healer glanced up at the commotion, taking in the student and the survivor with his clear gray eyes. "What damage has he suffered, young Jedi?" he asked as he stood and moved toward them.
"I'm not sure, that's why I brought him here" replied Mya irritably,
worry in her gaze. "Well then, set him down and I'll take a look at him" intoned the elderly man as he motioned to a cot next to the far wall. Dipping into the Force, feeling the presences of the students as they milled about in the evening. Turning his focus on his newest charge, he began the examination, noting broken bone and torn muscle as his mind's eye traveled across the unconscious stranger, seemingly completely at peace as he realized the seriousness of the youth's condition. Looking over his shoulder Cifan noticed that Mya still stood in the center of the room, apprehension visible in her eyes. "You'd best be going now my child. There is nothing more you can do for him." "Alright," Mya replied reluctantly. She left the medical ward, deciding to end her day with some lightsaber practice. After retrieving her weapon from its resting spot on the wall of her room, Mya headed for the main temple. Ignoring the two main arenas as they were in use by several students practicing their dueling skill, she headed for one of the side arenas. Stopping at the door to sub-arena 03, she keyed in her passcode and stepped inside. Automatic lights registered Mya's presence and raised the illumination as she entered the training area. Undoing the clasp at her neck that held her brown cloak together, she let it slip to the floor. Examining the control panel for the seeker drones, Mya keyed in a command to release two training models with blasters set to maximum power. Walking back to the room's center, she powered up her lightsaber to one-third strength and waited for the computer to release the drones. A panel in the ceiling retracted, revealing a rack of grooved metal spheres. Two of them detached from the rack, spiraling down slowly to where Mya awaited. Without warning, one of them dodged to her left, bringing one of its eight blasters to bear on her. It fired six shots in rapid succession, shots that would give Mya painful burns.. ..had they managed to hit her. The Jedi had already changed position, the energy bolts passing harmlessly past her head. Bringing up her lightsaber, Mya neatly shoulder-rolled between the two training remotes. Coming up on one knee, she raked her red blade across one of the miniscule droids, causing its circuits to overload and shut down. Without breaking her pace, Mya used the Force to propel herself up into a backflip, avoiding the second drone's potshot to her back. Landing in a crouch, Mya raised her weapon and deflected a barrage of shots from the floating sphere, then threw her saber, sending it spinning through the air, creating a shower of sparks as it connected with the silvery ball, forcing it to shut down. Mya stood. She closed her eyes, barely short of breath. Then she reset the two training drones, and had the computer activate two more.
Raising her lightsaber, Mya simply smiled and invited her mechanical opponents to join her for a dance. The dance of battle.
This time the drones coordinated their assault, each attacking the Jedi from a different angle, the computerized spheres aiming to catch her in the crossfire. Realizing her attacker's intent, Mya shifted her weight to her back foot. At the precise moment when the seekers attacked simultaneously, she spun in a complete circle, the red blade seeming to move in several directions at once, the deflected energy bolts returning to their masters and overloading the circuits again. Surveying her defeated opponents, Mya turned to the computer console again and winced as her left shoulder flared in pain. She realized that one of the shots had slipped past her defense and given her a souvenir of the fight. "Damn, that'll hurt till Cifan looks at it. Wish I'd paid more attention in that healing lecture he gave last month," muttered Mya as she shut off her lightsaber and picked up her cloak. After resetting the computer and the drones, Mya left the sub-arena, making her way to her room. Once inside, door sealed and lightsaber back in its slot on the wall, Mya stripped off her cloak, tunic, leggings, and boots and fell back onto her sleeping pallet. Before sleep consumed her, the Jedi wondered about the mysterious new arrival, and what kind of person he was. "God, I hope hes not another macho asshole like the morons I put up with every day."