Lol, can anyone guess the blopper on the last chapter? I am sorry for it and will correct it soon! Time is winding down on the story but there is quite a number of chapters yet to come, so I hope you stick around and review. It would be nice to have a few suggestions and such for the remaining sections. Well, I will 'see' you next Saturday with a new addition.
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Yellow eyes gazed out onto the new morning of Couresant. It was splended. The sun was just peaking over the tops of the gigantic buildings and there was not a cloud in the sky; just speeders. Even though this place was home to Master Corran, he still thought that there was no other place such as the splendor od Naboo. Surly nothing could compare to its wonders.
He thought he was alone in the meditation room, but suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. It was not a worrying presence therefor he did not turn around to even see whom it was.
"Magnificent, isn't it." echoed a woman's voice.
An elegant Kaminoan slowly stood beside him with her wide, black eyes gazing in the same direction as the Zabrakian. Her name was Susani Qua; and she was as beautiful as her name sounded. Corran nodded his head in approval of her words. "Magnificent. I was thinking more along the lines of articulate, but that will do."
"Everything means something different to each person."
"Yes, and it erks me at times."
Susani knew what Corran was talking about. He had doubts and second thoughts about taking up a padawan. When he was training, his master always thought him wild and unlearned; full of crazy ideas. Being a master involved more then teacher skills, but parenting skills and at times he felt like giving up. Yunda was not a troblesome child; not at all. He guessed it was the gender issue. She was a girl and he was a man, and though she possessed some of his personalities, she had a few of her own that made him want to pull out his horns.
The Kaminoan grinned as she folded her hands together. "Keep your chin up and look forward. The teenage stage is the worst to get through. So many different feelings running wild."
"Tell me something I don't know." He sighed. "Sometimes I just don't know how to reach out to her. Her skills are not the greatest in some sreas and she gets depressed over it."
"Children do not come with handbooks, though all of us wish they did." She chuckled to herself. "Yunda is a good child with a firm head upon her shoulders. You built that into her. She can spot the evil in things and knows right from wrong. Good foundations in a growing padawan."
Corran turned his eyes to the red carpet. It was true, what she was saying, but there was something in the back of his mind and it would not leave. Something different about his padawan that he could not put a finger on. Rubbing his chin with a thoughtful glance back to the window, Corran nodded his head. "I do hope so."
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It was finaly dark out and Yunda could hear the loud snoring of her master in the next room. Klip had told her that they would get into troble if they got caught and so she took careful caution in her actions. She knew it was wrong, but still, she wanted to go with the boys. Live a little she told herself, but when she got the the door to their suite, she began to have doubts.
Yunda went to leave but halted. "No. This is crazy!"
Turning back to go to her room, she stopped. She had already told them that she had gone. What if she did not go and stayed? They would surly be mad with her and call her a cowered! Then again, if she went, there was a possibility of being caught.
Every so often she would turn around and around deciding what to do.
Letting out a small sigh, she turned to face the door. This was crazy and she was going to get in troble! Yet, why was she heading out into the hall? It seemed even more stupid as she finaly crept to Dagmark's sleeping chambers.
Waiting there for about two minutes she bit her bottom lip. She prayed that they did not leave without her, but still she felt as if this was a big misteak and she should go to bed and forget this all happened. Though her thoughts were interrupted by a hand that covered her mouth. Yunda struggled for a moment till she heard a voice echo into her ear. "Quiet."
The bolt of lightning that was pulsing through her body calmed and soon the hand was removed. She spun about, standing face to face with Klip. "What did you do that for?"
Klip would have smiled, but just pressed his hand once more to her mouth. He always found her reactions amusing and captivating. The way her nose crinkled and her brows furrowed always seemed to intrique him; he couldn't get enough. "Dagmark is waiting for us."
Without hesitation, he began to quietly walk down the halls with Yunda in toe. Her puples grew wider as they adjested to the light, making it a bit better to watch where she was going. She almost tripped but Klip stuck out an arm and kept her going. One false move and it would be curtains for them.
They went into the elevators down to the lowest level; the basement. It was very musty and Yunda could tell that not to many people bothered to come down here. Thinking that there would be no other people but her and Klip up, she spoke. "Why are we waiting for him down here?"
"Because it is easy to access the street level without getting an air taxi."
"Oh."
A devilish grin crossed his face. "This is the way we take out of the temple whenever we feel we need a breather. Never been caught yet."
"Don't say that!"
"Why not?"
"Cuse that is when you get caught."
Klip shook his head at her, but there was an evident smile planted on his face. "Come on."
Just then there was a crash of metal boxes. Klip reached down to his belt and placed a hand on his saber. To take it out without just cause was against regulations, but who knew of the scum that sneaked in here for shelter and such.
Yunda let go of his hand when she heard the noise, doing the same as he. Suddenly a head popped out from under the pile. Dagmark rubbed his head. "Owe!"
Klip felt as if he were going to strangle his friend. "You fool. Your going to get us caught!"
Dagmark scowled at the human as he struggled to his feet. He would have said something but it only would have made things worse. Yunda did not speak as well, until the silence sent a shiver down her spine. "Ok children, lets get out of her before we have something to worry about."
Leading the way to the back door, Klip slipped a cardkey into the slot and the door opened. He motion for Yunda to pass first with a smile; Dagmark quirked a brow with his famous scowl. As long as he won this race he did not care how stupid Klip was around this young girl.
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Yellow eyes gazed out onto the new morning of Couresant. It was splended. The sun was just peaking over the tops of the gigantic buildings and there was not a cloud in the sky; just speeders. Even though this place was home to Master Corran, he still thought that there was no other place such as the splendor od Naboo. Surly nothing could compare to its wonders.
He thought he was alone in the meditation room, but suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. It was not a worrying presence therefor he did not turn around to even see whom it was.
"Magnificent, isn't it." echoed a woman's voice.
An elegant Kaminoan slowly stood beside him with her wide, black eyes gazing in the same direction as the Zabrakian. Her name was Susani Qua; and she was as beautiful as her name sounded. Corran nodded his head in approval of her words. "Magnificent. I was thinking more along the lines of articulate, but that will do."
"Everything means something different to each person."
"Yes, and it erks me at times."
Susani knew what Corran was talking about. He had doubts and second thoughts about taking up a padawan. When he was training, his master always thought him wild and unlearned; full of crazy ideas. Being a master involved more then teacher skills, but parenting skills and at times he felt like giving up. Yunda was not a troblesome child; not at all. He guessed it was the gender issue. She was a girl and he was a man, and though she possessed some of his personalities, she had a few of her own that made him want to pull out his horns.
The Kaminoan grinned as she folded her hands together. "Keep your chin up and look forward. The teenage stage is the worst to get through. So many different feelings running wild."
"Tell me something I don't know." He sighed. "Sometimes I just don't know how to reach out to her. Her skills are not the greatest in some sreas and she gets depressed over it."
"Children do not come with handbooks, though all of us wish they did." She chuckled to herself. "Yunda is a good child with a firm head upon her shoulders. You built that into her. She can spot the evil in things and knows right from wrong. Good foundations in a growing padawan."
Corran turned his eyes to the red carpet. It was true, what she was saying, but there was something in the back of his mind and it would not leave. Something different about his padawan that he could not put a finger on. Rubbing his chin with a thoughtful glance back to the window, Corran nodded his head. "I do hope so."
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It was finaly dark out and Yunda could hear the loud snoring of her master in the next room. Klip had told her that they would get into troble if they got caught and so she took careful caution in her actions. She knew it was wrong, but still, she wanted to go with the boys. Live a little she told herself, but when she got the the door to their suite, she began to have doubts.
Yunda went to leave but halted. "No. This is crazy!"
Turning back to go to her room, she stopped. She had already told them that she had gone. What if she did not go and stayed? They would surly be mad with her and call her a cowered! Then again, if she went, there was a possibility of being caught.
Every so often she would turn around and around deciding what to do.
Letting out a small sigh, she turned to face the door. This was crazy and she was going to get in troble! Yet, why was she heading out into the hall? It seemed even more stupid as she finaly crept to Dagmark's sleeping chambers.
Waiting there for about two minutes she bit her bottom lip. She prayed that they did not leave without her, but still she felt as if this was a big misteak and she should go to bed and forget this all happened. Though her thoughts were interrupted by a hand that covered her mouth. Yunda struggled for a moment till she heard a voice echo into her ear. "Quiet."
The bolt of lightning that was pulsing through her body calmed and soon the hand was removed. She spun about, standing face to face with Klip. "What did you do that for?"
Klip would have smiled, but just pressed his hand once more to her mouth. He always found her reactions amusing and captivating. The way her nose crinkled and her brows furrowed always seemed to intrique him; he couldn't get enough. "Dagmark is waiting for us."
Without hesitation, he began to quietly walk down the halls with Yunda in toe. Her puples grew wider as they adjested to the light, making it a bit better to watch where she was going. She almost tripped but Klip stuck out an arm and kept her going. One false move and it would be curtains for them.
They went into the elevators down to the lowest level; the basement. It was very musty and Yunda could tell that not to many people bothered to come down here. Thinking that there would be no other people but her and Klip up, she spoke. "Why are we waiting for him down here?"
"Because it is easy to access the street level without getting an air taxi."
"Oh."
A devilish grin crossed his face. "This is the way we take out of the temple whenever we feel we need a breather. Never been caught yet."
"Don't say that!"
"Why not?"
"Cuse that is when you get caught."
Klip shook his head at her, but there was an evident smile planted on his face. "Come on."
Just then there was a crash of metal boxes. Klip reached down to his belt and placed a hand on his saber. To take it out without just cause was against regulations, but who knew of the scum that sneaked in here for shelter and such.
Yunda let go of his hand when she heard the noise, doing the same as he. Suddenly a head popped out from under the pile. Dagmark rubbed his head. "Owe!"
Klip felt as if he were going to strangle his friend. "You fool. Your going to get us caught!"
Dagmark scowled at the human as he struggled to his feet. He would have said something but it only would have made things worse. Yunda did not speak as well, until the silence sent a shiver down her spine. "Ok children, lets get out of her before we have something to worry about."
Leading the way to the back door, Klip slipped a cardkey into the slot and the door opened. He motion for Yunda to pass first with a smile; Dagmark quirked a brow with his famous scowl. As long as he won this race he did not care how stupid Klip was around this young girl.