Capter 6

"Attention please. Everyone hush now." Master Re-oz stood in the center of the dueling room, gathering everyone to him. "Come, come. Time is against us and I want to do many things today. First I'd like to introduce our newest student, Talra." Talra stepped up to Master Re-oz and bowed to the crowd. Gray, James and I applauded.

"About time!" James shouted. Every laughed. Talra blushed and shook her fist at James.

"None of that James. Now, pair up and continue reviewing for the final duel." Master Re-oz came over to me. "Rish, there are even amounts now so I can't pair up with you." He still looked a bit unsettled from the other morning. He leaned in. "Thanks." He whispered. I nodded.

I wandered the room trying to find anyone willing to duel with me. I have more of a chance meeting a Sith Lord. Gray and Talra were furiously hacking at each other. Even when she didn't have her light saber, she could duel like a master. Gray also was a good fighter. James was charming his way to victory with a young female rodian. Over in the corner a group of three was sparring. So much for getting a partner.

I took my light saber from my belt and began slashing at the air. I closed my eyes and focused the Force into every move. I glided form left to center. Then up and right, until my blade made contact with someone.

"Owww, you idiot! Take you're freaky methods some were else." I opened my eyes and sighed. One of Gray's friends stood next to me.

"What, you got a problem loser. You want to take me?"

"I wouldn't waste my time, even if it will only take three seconds." A green blade swung up from nowhere but I already knew it was coming. I stepped to the side and the boy fell over himself. By now everyone was watching us, which was what usually happened when I got in some type of trouble.

"Master Re-oz. I Challenge Rish for the placement in the Jedi Tournament." The boy said as he stood dusting himself off.

Master Re-oz turned from his computer in the corner and sighed. "Rish, this is getting to be annoying."

He walked over to us and paced off the space between us. "Rish and Findlen. Jedi Tournament placement. Clear the arena." Everyone backed off the sandy area and sat against the walls. "Ready?" I nodded. "Ready?" Findlen gnashed his teeth in a strange nod. He was angry, and he didn't care. Master Re-oz ignited his blue saber and swung down swiping the ground. "Let the contest begin!"