Author's Note: Ding Dong the Wicked Writer's Block is Dead! YES!

Chapter 11

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

In other words, it was breakfast.

"So, this Luke guy's a…what?" Buttercup said, her mouth full of toast.

"A Jedi Knight," Blossom finished. Noticing the look on Buttercup's face, she added "Even I don't really know what that means."

The room was quite cold, but it was the only place to get food. It was a large circular room with a dome ceiling, and chilly metal walls. (They smelled a little like rotting tuna.) The food itself was fair, lacking the deliciousness of the kind made by the Professor, but they had to live somewhere.

Buttercup was counting on her fingers.

"Three, four...Five?" she said, astounded. "We've been here for five weeks! Damn!"

"Could you stop saying that?" Blossom requested.

"Sure…" she replied, and murmured another curse word.

"You should really stop hanging out with Kyle so much. I think his personality's rubbing off on you," Blossom said, grinning. Buttercup didn't look quite as amused, and picked up her tray.

"I'll see you later, Bloss. Have fun with your Jedi…thingy."

She took off, walking towards the tray collector.

The sad thing is, Blossom thought to herself, I'm actually getting used to this.

The hallways were bustling with people, as always. Men and women ran (or marched?) by, occasionally glancing at Blossom in a welcome way.

The thought returned. She was actually getting used to this.

And that.

That was scary.

There was a crash, and Blossom toppled to the ground.

"Oww…"

"Sorry, Bloss," Kyle's voice apologized. "I have to get going."

"What? How long?"

"A while. The Empire's working on this new weapon…a Darktrooper or something like that. They massacred a whole base on Tavin. I've been sent to investigate."

"Well…good luck. And don't die," Blossom added as an afterthought, smirking.

"I'll miss you and your sister, kid. You guys always brighten my day," Kyle replied, partly sarcastic and partly truthful.

"Hey…how are you and Jan doing?"

"Fine," he said quickly. "Let's not talk about that, OK?"

"Alright," Blossom answered. "Scout's honor."

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Bye, Bloss," he said, waving her farewell as he walked off.

And, at last, Blossom arrived at the door of the person she knew least about in the entire ship: Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight. It sounded like something off of an old science fiction cartoon like "Space Ghost".

She knocked, and the door opened with a swoosh of air. Luke was standing on the other side of the doorway.

"Hello, Blossom. I've been waiting for you. Come in, I have much to teach you."

Blossom nodded, slightly freaked out, and walked in.

"I have invited you here to teach you the ways of the Jedi."

"I sort of figured that out by myself," Blossom said, grinning.

"Good. Now, let's get started. I've heard you are…were…a major hero on your planet. With superpowers to boot."

"Yeah. I've fought all sorts of spooky little villain people, like Mojo Jojo, HIM, the Rowdyruff boys. You could even call me a superhero," she said in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Have you ever felt—while you're fighting or otherwise--a peace within you? A feeling that you knew exactly what to do, exactly what punch to throw, exactly what was going to happen to you? Like you were at one with everything?"

Blossom blinked furiously. "Um…yes. How did you--"

"This is the very essence of the force. You were at peace because you had found yourself. It happens all the time with people everywhere. The problem is, most people don't know they are using the force. They assume they are just on a roll, or in an especially good mood. All of this is true, but the force is what makes it possible. I want you to concentrate. I am going to throw this knife at you--"

"What?" Blossom whimpered, stunned.

"—and you are going to catch it. I know you can. First, close your eyes. Clear your mind of all thought."

She closed her eyes, and did as told. She could hear this humming sound in her mind. She had heard it before on some occasions, during the many battles back at home. Earth.

"I hear this noise…the force?" she asked, her voice sounding calm but focused.

"Exactly. Look around you."

"How?"

"Reach out with your senses. Do not trust your eyes or your hearing. They can be deceived."

Luke appeared in front of her, although her eyes were closed. She could hear people talking. People on the other side of the ship. Buttercup was firing a blaster rifle in the target practice room. Kyle was starting up his ship—the Moldy Crow, as he fondly called it.

The knife glittered in her thoughts, moving closer by the second, slow as it seemed to be. She reached out her hand and grasped at where she knew it would be by the time she had done it.

She had caught it. She opened her eyes to see Luke looking pleased.

"How did I—What happe—What?"

"You trusted your feelings and instincts. The force is with you."

Blossom could still hear the hum. "That was…that was incredible! I need to know more!"

"That lesson's enough for today. Tomorrow I'll show you more abilities like that."

Blossom walked out of the door, and felt, for the first time in a while, that she was in control of her own destiny…

End Chapter 11