Chapter 5
Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to George Lucas & Lucasfilm. I own nothing, please don't sue me I'm poor! Sob!
At dinner time Tira made her way to the eating area to meet Sar-Eve.
"Hi Tira, how did it go?"
"They already knew about my problems with the force. They were testing me to find out for sure."
"What happened?"
"I… um, well I had to Saber fight with Anakin Skywalker… and… I lost. He made some comments and then he touched my butt… and I got… upset."
"And?"
"And I… um, smashed his nose," Tira said quickly, looking away from her friend.
Sar-Eve laughed loudly, causing other Padawans to look over at them.
"It's not funny. Masters Windu and Yoda were there. Apparently my disconnection was to be expected."
"Well Master Yoda knows everything."
"Not everything. He didn't notice me call him Master Yoga for the first eight years I was here. Unless he was just being polite, of course."
"I remember that! There was someone else, oh, who was the other one?"
"Master Window."
Sar-Eve laughed even harder at that, bringing even more curious looks their way.
"Well, I never was any good with names. It wasn't until I met Master Suli that she corrected me. I couldn't believe no-one had mentioned it to me before. Surely someone had noticed. Hey, not even the other Masters or Knight corrected me," Tira said defensively.
"I didn't either for the first few years, after that it was funnier to listen to you getting them wrong!"
"Thanks."
"Seriously I don't think it was that bad. Well, not compared to the time you accidentally hit Yodas' stick with a blaster reflection during training, and caused him to nearly fall flat on his face."
"This isn't making me feel better you know."
"No, but it makes me feel better. I haven't laughed so much in ages. My Master is quite boring and dull."
"Serves you right."
"What did they say to you about Anakin anyway?"
"Nothing, they were too bothered by me bawling my eyes out to punish me. Anyway he deserved it. I know as a jedi I shouldn't say that, but he did."
"I would have done the same if he'd touched my butt."
"No you wouldn't. You like him too much."
"Yeah, pity we can't have attachments."
Tira snorted into her drink.
"Like that would stop you. Anakin could offer it to you on a paper napkin and you'd take it!"
"Yeah I would. Hey what are you doing this afternoon?"
"Nothing I have to reflect on Master Suli, so Master Kenobi's given me the rest of the day to myself. We start back on training tomorrow."
"Good. You wanna come to the library?"
"Why?"
"Anakin's going to be there, I want to see what you did."
"They'll have healed it with bacta by now."
"He'll still have the bruises though."
Tira sighed and followed her friend to the Archive library.
Many of the Masters were there with their Padawans and even more Padawans were alone researching for their essays. In one corner sat Master Jinn and Anakin.
"You did hit him hard didn't you?" Sar-Eve said looking at Anakins' bruised face.
"I smashed his nose; of course I hit him hard!"
Sar-Eve smiled and walked over to where they were sat. Tira stayed where she was and pretended to be reading a book. Glancing over the top of it she watched what her friend was up to, not thinking it was anything good.
"Master Jinn, Padawan Skywalker," Sar-Eve said in greeting as she reached for a book behind where Anakin was sitting.
"Padawan," Master Jinn replied.
Anakin just looked at her.
"Are you alright Anakin? What happened to your face?" Sar-Eve asked quite innocently.
"I had an accident," Anakin replied in a tone that said he didn't want to discuss it.
"Yes, so I heard. Well they do say that the female of the species is the more deadly, but I guess you hadn't heard that one, hey? Still you'll know for next time."
"There won't be a next time."
"Of course not, after all if you fall of the Bantha once, you don't want to get back on it again do you? Not until your bruises fade anyway, I'll send Tira your love and forgiveness shall I? The poor child," she added pitifully.
"You do that," Anakin said abruptly.
Sar-Eve smiled at him, bowed to Master Jinn and walked back to where Tira was standing gaping at her friend.
"Are you sure your not a Sith?" Tira asked as Sar-Eve pulled her back out of the Archives.
"I don't think I am, hey who knows?"
"Master Yoda?" Tira suggested.
Sar-Eve looked at her and they both laughed.
