Chapter 7- Padawan Rand

Atton sat at the end of his bed, watching his wall as though he found it fascinating. In actual fact he was watching through the wall, and through Mira's few clothes.

God bless the force!

The Door was buzzed. Sighing, he stood and turned away from his new hobby. He pressed a button on the intercom "Who is it?"

"Carth"

Atton buzzed him in and sat back down as the Admiral entered

"Atton" Carth greeted "How are you?"

"Perfectly entertained" he replied absent-mindedly, before he remembered the admiral could only see the wall "I mean, bored, and really bored"

Carth smiled "I can't stay. I'm actually here so you know that Bastila wants to start your training today. You'll need-"he handed Atton a Lightsaber hilt "This"

Atton stared open mouthed at the gift. A Jedi Tool, and a sith weapon.

Where did I hear that?

It didn't matter. He, Atton Rand, was now a Lightsaber wielder.

Bastila had never trained a student before. Had never wanted to, either. But she had no choice this time. Master Zez-Kai-Ell refused, as he believed it unnesercery. Too risky, he said.

In reality though, she was happy with the opportunity. She wanted to know how Attons mind worked, why it worked the way it did. She had met few lawless pawns of the LIGHT side in her time.

Eventually the door opened, and Bastila stood from her bench and moved to the centre of the room. She took a bow. Atton did likewise, but she couldn't tell weather or not it was intended mockingly.

"Welcome" she said "To your first training session"

"Thanks" Atton answered awkwardly "May I ask-?""

"Go on"

"Why are we going straight to sabres?"

She considered "Normally a Jedi lives years of force training before touching a Sabre, this is true. But you have already shown to be quite adept at using the force, and we do not have much time, let alone years, on our side"

"Adept?" Atton echoed proudly

"Yes, you ARE looking through my robe at this moment, are you not?" she asked, unembarrassed

"Well, no, but-I mean the point is!-"

"Mr Rand!" she scolded him "I am unable to teach a student who cannot tear his eyes from me, are we clear?"

Atton laughed "We duelling or not" he added "How do I open this thing?"

"Will it open" she told him

"That's what I 'm asking you!"

"No! Think its open!"

"But it's not!"

Bastila sighed. It was going to be a long day