Had someone turned out the lights?. Everywhere was dark.
"What gives?, where am I? How did I get here? Wheres my Lightsabre? Oh
yeah, I lost it, must've been when I fell." His head was awash with
questions, "Oh yeah, here it is." He noticed his lightsabre on the floor.
Doma was must relieved that he found it before Ruhmer did.
"Better check it's still working," Doma mused, and turned his weapon on.
Sure enough, the red blade of his sabre flickered into life, and hummed as
Doma swung it through the air. He turned it off and attached it to his
belt. Then Doma heard a noise, coming from behind him. He turned around and
saw another sabre on the floor. Doma was confused, had he picked up the
right one? Or was it a trap?
He slowly approached the second sabre, but as he did so, it moved away from
him
".Doma.Doma..ake up.wake up," What was that voice? Why wouldn't it leave
him alone he wondered?
"No," he told himself "I'm busy."
"Doma.Doma.,"
The room was getting brighter, but so was everything else. If only he could
get to it, he longed for it, he needed it!"
"DOMA!"
"Wha-!" Doma awoke with a start, and found himself in bed, with Ruhmer
peering down at him.
Ruhmer looked angry, "If I ask you to do something you do it first time!
Instead of shouting "no"."
Doma felt embarrassed, he had shouted at his Master, and he knew he should
have come to his senses a lot faster than that.
"Master Vitox has told me of your escapades last night."
Doma remembered, and felt a thrill as he remembered how he had dealt with a
Rancor "Master, I have grown stronger, I am sure of it! I beat a Rancor in
that very corridor."
Ruhmer looked at him patronisingly, "No, 30 other people did, myself
included. You didn't beat that Rancor, you just flung it away, and it was
still in perfect health when it met a retreating group."
Doma was speechless; surely the calibur of force used deserved certain
recognition, even if he had endangered the lives of a retreating party.
"Here," Ruhmer threw Domas lightsabre rather hard at Domas stomach.
"Tomorrow we leave on a mission, make sure you are ready. Do not fail me
again Doma." And with that particularly harsh piece of advice, Ruhmer swept
out of Domas room.
Doma felt crestfallen. He had tried his hardest and still in the eyes of
his master he was not good enough. Well he would show Ruhmer, he would show
him that he was strong and not just a weak child.
He lay back down in his dark room. Far away the sounds of people trying
to rebuild the temple could be heard, crashes and bangs as well as the
sound of strained voices. It must have been very early morning he thought,
so he tried to get a little sleep despite the faint noises. He wondered
what he would be doing tomorrow, the last mission he left on with Ruhmer
hadn't gone so well, Ruhmer of course blamed Doma.
They had come up against heavy resistance and Ruhmer had been injured.
Anyone who could injure Rhumer was definitely skilled. However Doma made a
wrong decision in the eyes of Ruhmer, he had taken Ruhmer for medical
assistance and retreated from battle instead of combating the mercenaries.
He was only trying to do the right thing at the time and surely it showed
he cared for Rhumer, but he had been chastised severely afterwards and was
not on speaking terms with Rhumer for days.
Doma hoped this mission would be a little more successful than that as
he willed his sabre to float to his desk, and went to sleep
"What gives?, where am I? How did I get here? Wheres my Lightsabre? Oh
yeah, I lost it, must've been when I fell." His head was awash with
questions, "Oh yeah, here it is." He noticed his lightsabre on the floor.
Doma was must relieved that he found it before Ruhmer did.
"Better check it's still working," Doma mused, and turned his weapon on.
Sure enough, the red blade of his sabre flickered into life, and hummed as
Doma swung it through the air. He turned it off and attached it to his
belt. Then Doma heard a noise, coming from behind him. He turned around and
saw another sabre on the floor. Doma was confused, had he picked up the
right one? Or was it a trap?
He slowly approached the second sabre, but as he did so, it moved away from
him
".Doma.Doma..ake up.wake up," What was that voice? Why wouldn't it leave
him alone he wondered?
"No," he told himself "I'm busy."
"Doma.Doma.,"
The room was getting brighter, but so was everything else. If only he could
get to it, he longed for it, he needed it!"
"DOMA!"
"Wha-!" Doma awoke with a start, and found himself in bed, with Ruhmer
peering down at him.
Ruhmer looked angry, "If I ask you to do something you do it first time!
Instead of shouting "no"."
Doma felt embarrassed, he had shouted at his Master, and he knew he should
have come to his senses a lot faster than that.
"Master Vitox has told me of your escapades last night."
Doma remembered, and felt a thrill as he remembered how he had dealt with a
Rancor "Master, I have grown stronger, I am sure of it! I beat a Rancor in
that very corridor."
Ruhmer looked at him patronisingly, "No, 30 other people did, myself
included. You didn't beat that Rancor, you just flung it away, and it was
still in perfect health when it met a retreating group."
Doma was speechless; surely the calibur of force used deserved certain
recognition, even if he had endangered the lives of a retreating party.
"Here," Ruhmer threw Domas lightsabre rather hard at Domas stomach.
"Tomorrow we leave on a mission, make sure you are ready. Do not fail me
again Doma." And with that particularly harsh piece of advice, Ruhmer swept
out of Domas room.
Doma felt crestfallen. He had tried his hardest and still in the eyes of
his master he was not good enough. Well he would show Ruhmer, he would show
him that he was strong and not just a weak child.
He lay back down in his dark room. Far away the sounds of people trying
to rebuild the temple could be heard, crashes and bangs as well as the
sound of strained voices. It must have been very early morning he thought,
so he tried to get a little sleep despite the faint noises. He wondered
what he would be doing tomorrow, the last mission he left on with Ruhmer
hadn't gone so well, Ruhmer of course blamed Doma.
They had come up against heavy resistance and Ruhmer had been injured.
Anyone who could injure Rhumer was definitely skilled. However Doma made a
wrong decision in the eyes of Ruhmer, he had taken Ruhmer for medical
assistance and retreated from battle instead of combating the mercenaries.
He was only trying to do the right thing at the time and surely it showed
he cared for Rhumer, but he had been chastised severely afterwards and was
not on speaking terms with Rhumer for days.
Doma hoped this mission would be a little more successful than that as
he willed his sabre to float to his desk, and went to sleep