"C!" Raven called, eliciting a squeal from Anisa. "You hung me!" the six-year-old shreaked, but her smile was all teeth.

"I did," replied Raven, snuggling her briefly. They were seated on Anisa's bed playing hangman on the girl's datapad. "Can you tell me what it says?"

The little girl frowned, her focus absolute. "C - C," she started.

"What sound does "C" make?"

"Kaa!"

"That's right, and the next?"

"Att,"

"So, when you put those together?" Raven prompted.

"Kaaa-ATT, CATTT!"

"Yes! Well done," Raven encouraged, and was barely able to hang on to the kid as she waved chubby arms in the air. "Alright, let's go and see what the others are doing." Raven put her on her feet, glanced over at Eeth, and after receiving a nod, she left with Anisa to find the others. They were in the galley with Flynt.

"But I'm boooored," Alva complained quietly after being pushed away by Ask for the second time. He was reading an in-depth text about strategies of galactic chess and Alva wasn't taking this hint.

"I don't care. Go and find something else to do, I'm trying to read. Buzz off."

"Hey, don't be so mean to Alva," said Anisa, kicking her brother in the leg. Hard.

"Brat!" Ask shouted, dumping his book and looking mutinous.

Anisa was already running for her bedroom as fast as she could and screaming the whole way.

Raven looked at Flynt, who was seated on a couch working on some Basic assignment that he'd rather not be doing, and raised her eyebrows. "Told you," she said simply.

Flynt, for his part, just smirked. He knew that whatever the Gran children were screaming over was sure to have attracted the attention of one or both masters by now.

And indeed, Lakhri had overheard the whole scene from where he was lying on his bunk bed, reading. He sighed, put his book away and got up. Anisa had barely made it to her bedroom door when Lakhri snatched her from behind.

"Stop the tantrum and be quiet," he said firmly, turning her around to face him while holding her shoulders in a grip that she could not escape from.

Anisa had expected it to be Ask who was after her. Shocked, she stopped screaming and looked up at Lakhri. Incidentally, she was the only person on board who physically had to look up at him. "I'm not having a tantrum," she huffed, wriggling her shoulders and trying to free herself.

"Oh yes, you are," said Lakhri. "Are you going to stop it and apologise to your brother? We do not kick other people. You should know that much."

"I kicked him because he was mean to Alva," Anisa protested.

"He merely didn't want to play with her, which he has a right to say," Lakhri said. "You, on the other hand, had no right to kick him, and therefore, you're going to apologise."

Since the instructions they had received from the children's parents had made it clear that corporal punishment was to be a last resort, and they had nowhere near reached the stage where Lakhri felt he had no other options, he steered Anisa towards his own bedroom and deposited her in an empty corner, placing her with her snout against the wall.

"You stand here and think about your behaviour," he told her, not unkindly. "When you're ready to admit that you've been in the wrong, tell me. Before that, I don't want to hear another word out of you."

"You can't make me, you're not my parents," Anisa whined, turning from the corner he'd put her in and making a dash for his door. Alva would save her! She had been standing up for Alva, after all, so Alva owed her one. Or so Anisa thought.

She did not make it far, though. Lakhri caught her easily and hauled her back to the corner.

"I can absolutely make you," he said. "Your father told you to obey us, and he told us we could punish you if you act up. So you either stand in the corner now or you will be swatted and then stand in the corner. I'm fine with either option, but I doubt your bottom will be."

Lakhri's threat was enough to obtain compliance from Anisa. Reluctantly, she stopped fighting him and stood facing the corner. She did, however, start crying and wailing in hopes of being given a reprieve.

Alva looked over at Ask when the sound of their sister going up in smoke could be heard all over the ship. "Should we go help him?" she asked, not sure what to do.

"Give it a moment," said Ask. "If she's still screaming like that in a couple of minutes, I'll go see if Lakhri wants my help."

Alva nodded at his suggestion. Realistically, she knew her sister wouldn't be able to keep that up for long. Her tantrums were typically dynamic but short-lived. Thus, Alva sat next to Arlee who had come to see what all the fuss was about.

Lakhri decided to ignore Anisa's wailing for the moment and wait this out. He sat on his desk chair, pulled up a datapad and continued his reading.

As Ask had predicted, the tantrum didn't last long. After a solid two minutes of screaming and wailing, Anisa had cried herself out and was now sniffling quietly into the corner. Her eyestalks were drooping a little and her eyes were puffy. Throwing a fit was hard work, as was fighting off the Jedi who still hadn't relented despite her best effort to scream him out of the room. He was reading a boring book, too, which was what had irked her in the first place when Ask had done it.

"Think she's alright?" Arlee asked when they could no longer hear their sister screaming blue bloody murder. She looked from Alva to Ask. They had all moved into the lounge room and were playing a game of trivia. Well, they weren't playing seriously, it was more of a distraction.

Ask cocked his head to the side. "I don't hear any smacking, and Lakhri hasn't come running for backup yet. I'd say he has her measure. She's only six, he probably expects it."

"Six and a little diva with a 'tude. I'm going to tell mum about this. She's becoming a nuisance. I don't remember being like that at six," Arlee stated quietly.

"You weren't, but Alva was. Believe me, I remember," Ask chortled.

Alva chuckled too. "Yes, but in a different way. I was always getting into things I shouldn't."

"Oh, yeah, I remember now!" said Arlee.

"Dad's speeder!" they chorused and started chuckling. Well, everyone except for Alva who just grinned slightly because even after five years, she was only now beginning to see that incident as amusing.

"Dad's speeder was the most memorable, but there was the medicine cabinet. You balanced an empty crate onto a chair to reach it and ate an entire box of chocolate laxatives. Then the pantry when you covered the house in flour," Ask added.

"Oh, and that time you got grounded for staying out four hours past curfew! You climbed into the roof through the opening in our built-in closet and wouldn't come out!" They were all chuckling now.

"I had rations, I could have lived up there," Alva said mock-seriously. She had been the most stubborn of them all; had she chosen to pitch a fit, it could last for hours, unlike her far less dedicated little sister who was at this moment starting to lose hope that she was going to get out of this.

"Lemme gooo now?" Anisa whined, kicking at the wall in frustration and jumping around. It felt like she had been standing here forever!

"I'll let you go when you promise to apologise to your brother and behave," Lakhri said mildly.

She crossed her arms about her chest. "And what if I don't? You can't make me stay in the corner forever," she challenged him, although truth be told, she was starting to feel bad about kicking Ask. It was just her pride that didn't want to give in.

Lakhri snorted. "Try me," he said. "Although I don't recommend it. It would be a waste of your day. I bet you can think of better things to do."

Anisa's mouth fell open. Could she stand being in a corner for another two days? He'd have to let her out then because they would be back at boarding school. That said, there was a chance that the Jedi would tattle, and then her teachers, and eventually her parents, would find out. That wouldn't bode well for her. She started sniffling again but finally resigned herself to the inevitable. "Alright, but I don't like it," she said.

"You don't have to like it, but I suspect that you know perfectly well that apologising is the right thing to do," said Lakhri. "You're smart, after all."

"It might be the right thing to do, but it doesn't mean I wanna do it," she whined. Nevertheless, Anisa turned on her heel and strode out to where her siblings were seated around the coffee table playing trivia. They all looked at her, their expressions ranging from frowns to concern over her recalcitrant posture. "Lakhri said if I didn't apologise to Ask I had to stay in the corner forever, so, sorry."

Lakhri pointed a stern look at her.

"That wasn't a proper apology," he said, and now his tone of voice was considerably less patient than before. He bent her over and applied a solid swat to her backside. "Back to the corner until you're ready to do this properly, and without the attitude," he ordered.

Fresh tears erupted, as did Anisa's wailing and screaming, and she made a run for the room, clutching her bottom like someone had just set fire to it. The swat had stung her, but not badly enough to warrant such dramatics. She wanted to scream that Lakhri was being unfair, that he hadn't given her specific instructions on what constituted a proper apology! But she was too busy making a scene.

Ask shook his head, Alva dragged a hand over her snout and mouth, and Arlee felt bad for them both. "Lakhri, it's okay, you don't have to. Just let her be and she'll get over it," Arlee campaigned, not so much on her sister's behalf, but on Lakhri's; Anisa could be a pain in the ass and she felt bad for the Jedi who had to deal with this.

"And how will she learn if I leave her be?" Lakhri asked. He smiled at them. "Don't worry about me," he said. "I've dealt with worse than a six-year-old throwing a tantrum. I'll live. And so will Anisa."

This time, he took a seat and waited. Maybe the theatrics would die down sooner if there was no audience, he reasoned.

Anisa screamed and cried until she turned and realised she was alone. Apparently, Lakhri wasn't going to give up, and if she continued this, he might swat her again. It had stung, but not horribly. Maybe the next one would be worse? Anisa didn't know, nor did she want to find out. Resigned, she slinked from the room and looked at her brother with a defeated expression. "Sorry I kicked you, Ask, it was mean. I shouldn't have done it," she told him, arms folded protectively about her chest. Then, she looked at Lakhri warily, hoping this was going to be enough.

Lakhri gave Anisa an encouraging smile. "Do you accept the apology, Ask?" he asked.

"I do," Ask replied, opening his arms and inviting his baby sister to a hug.

Anisa went willingly. Any excuse to hide her face was appreciated. She stayed in her brother's arms for a while, content to listen to the conversation around her until the shame had passed enough for her to start joining in. She avoided Lakhri's eye, though. He'd punished her and she hadn't yet forgiven him.

Lakhri ignored her sulking for the moment and simply returned to being his usual cheerful self. He hoped she would come around.

"Flynt, we could go back to working on starship mechanics," he said. "Your original project went down with our ship, I'm afraid, but I've thought of something else. We have enough time left to construct a functioning hyperspace connection, which will be a useful skill to have if your ship is ever damaged. Or would you rather do another Basic lesson?"

Flynt dropped his Basic work like it was on fire and stood. He loved anything to do with mechatronics, mechanics and the like. "Let's do this thing," he said.

Raven pulled herself up to kneel on her chair and looked over at Flynt as he stood. His pant legs were getting too short again and it made her chuckle. "You know, if he keeps growing we're going to have to start shopping on Kashyyyk for his clothing," she told Lakhri.

"Where's Cashyack?" Anise asked. But before anyone could answer, Ask did so for her.

"Ka-ZOOK," he corrected her pronunciation, "is a mid-rim planet in the Mytaranor sector. It's where the Wookiees live, remember?"

Anisa looked contemplative for a moment as she wriggled from her brother's lap to lean into Alva's side. "With the big trees?"

He smiled. "Yes, the wroshyr trees."

She smiled, too, and for the first time since he had smacked her, Anisa looked up at Lakhri. "Have you ever been to Kashyyyk?"

"You bet," Lakhri said. Soon he was in the middle of a very amusing story of a mission to Kashyyk he had been to with Eeth when he had been a senior padawan, all the while setting up equipment for Flynt to work with in the middle of the floor. By the time Flynt was ready to get started, Lakhri had gotten Anisa to sort a stack of cables by colour, and Alva and Arlee were doing the same with connectors.

Raven was left to her own devices because Eeth was busy with Council work; he had told her to stay with Lakhri and make herself useful when needed. But she wasn't and she was becoming more restless the longer this drew out.

Around noon, Eeth emerged from his cabin and got everyone to help preparing lunch. Anisa was allowed to arrange sliced fruit onto plates which kept her busy for a while.

After lunch, Eeth and Lakhri set up a game for the children in the gym. Essentially, they were to play tag without touching the floor. Only Anisa, being the smallest, was allowed to. Alva, on account of having recently broken her arm, and much to her irritation, was not part of the game, though. Eeth had tasked Raven with keeping her busy while Flynt continued building his hyperspace relay.

Although not thrilled, Raven did her best to engage Alva. They were similar in that neither of them enjoyed being idle. They ended up talking about their various adventures. Alva was very interested in Raven's and wanted her to tell her all about them.

When the others finally entered their lounge area, Raven stood to greet them, stretching out. "Hey Flynt, you up for a workout?" she asked. "I promise to go easy on you." She grinned, looking to Lakhri who was following behind the Gran children for confirmation.

Lakhri shrugged. "Sure. There is more than enough time before dinner," he said.

Flynt snorted. While he knew he was no match for Raven in a lightsaber duel, it was fun and he was more than up for spending some more time away from the children.

Raven sighed and looked at Eeth. "May I?" she asked. Requesting permission was becoming less of an ordeal now, but she was still embarrassed at having to do so.

Eeth inclined his head. "You may," he said, unclipping her saber from his belt and handing it to her. Then he sent the Gran children to clean up while he and Lakhri began with dinner preparations.

An hour later, the four Gran children, Eeth and Lakhri were bussing food and organising the final preparations for dinner when Raven and a now bare-chested Flynt emerged from their workout, still laughing. Flynt had managed to split his pants which, given that he rarely wore underwear, had amused the two greatly. He had his long-sleeved shirt wrapped around his waist, exposing the full extent of his disfigured arm.

Ask looked but did not stare and put his plate of food down without a second glance. Alva looked longer, hesitating, but also refrained from staring and got on with her job. Arlee did a double take and stared while Anisa just gasped. "What happened to your arm?" she asked.

"I burned it when I was a toddler," Flynt replied simply. Meeting his master's gaze, he thought he had to explain why he had his tunic wrapped around his waist: "Wardrobe FAIL," he quipped, and left to change.

"Why doesn't he have a robotic arm or something?" Arlee asked, looking from Raven to Lakhri curiously, because it didn't look as if Flynt's disfigured arm was of much use. Sure, they had noticed his hand, but this was the first time any of the Gran children had seen him shirtless.

"He will have one," Lakhri replied. "The healers want to wait until he's fully grown, though. And as you can see, he's doing a lot of growing, much in contrast to his master."

He grinned.

"I think it's going to happen within the next year or so," he added. "If he continued growing beyond that, it would be cause for concern. Besides, I'd really get a crick in the neck."

During dinner, directed by Raven, the Gran children each talked about what they wanted to be when they grew up. Ask told the Jedi of his love of all things academic. He was hoping to be a professor of Basic at the University of Coruscant one day. Alva spoke of her dream to work for the secret services. The draw to be involved in active service was just too strong to ignore.

Arlee was far less forthcoming. She sat and listened contentedly, yet only shrugged when Flynt prompted her. "I want to enjoy not having to think about it," she said simply. Flynt was about to question this when Anisa cut in. "Arlee is going to make clothes for me for the rest of my life," she said. Apparently, Arlee had an eye for fashion and design but didn't think she was all that great. Raven begged to differ, especially when Anisa proudly announced that her top and pants were both sewn and designed by her sister. Embarrassed, Arlee turned the spotlight on Anisa, asking her to tell everyone what she wanted to be. It was no surprise. "A diva!" And apparently, this wasn't just a play on words. Anisa could sing, she loved to sing, and she was actually very good at it.

By the end of that evening, the four Gran children were happy to go to sleep when told to. What came as a surprise was Anisa's request that Lakhri tuck her in. She wanted to tell him that she felt bad for causing him trouble, yet the words were stuck in her throat. Only when he had just turned out the light and was about to close the door, she told him, "I'm 'sorry, Lakhri. I hope you don't hate me."

Lakhri immediately turned around and sat on the edge of Anisa's bed.

"Thank you for your apology," he said softly. "Of course I don't hate you. I wasn't angry with you in the first place. I just wanted to help you see what you did wrong and make things up with your brother. And I'm glad it worked."

He stroked her cheek affectionately.

Anisa smiled, rolled her head into his hand and closed all three eyes, one at a time. She didn't want to let go when he made to get up. So Lakhri stayed. Fortunately, he wasn't kept waiting long; Anisa was out for the count after barely a minute.

An hour later, Flynt was seated at the table working on his new hyperdrive communication project, Eeth was speaking with Lakhri and Raven lay on the floor, one leg up the wall and one over her head while reading a file on Gran anatomy that Eeth had just added to her reading list.

"I thought we agreed you weren't gonna do that in my presence," Flynt complained, wincing at his Jedi aunt's pose. How a body could possibly contort like that and find it comfortable, the boy did not know.

Apart from that, their evening was peaceful, and they were all enjoying doing their own thing. That was until Eeth cleared his throat in a meaningful way, causing Raven to sigh. This, the fifth night of punishment for her disobedience on Ashpah, was not something she was looking forward to. Still, Raven stood without protest and left for Eeth's bedroom.

Eeth did not disappoint. He didn't go a bit easier on her than he had the last few nights. Eeth simply saw no point in punishing anyone unless it left a strong impression. And he was good at leaving a strong impression. He also had a lot of experience. Thus, it was not particularly surprising that the handspanking he dealt out left Raven tearful. By the time he was finished, she was sniffling into her sleeve and struggling to regain composure.

The next morning, after breakfast, they decided that Eeth would have a workout with Flynt and afterwards Lakhri with Raven, just to inject some variety to their monotonous routine. The gym was too small to have all four of them sparring together.

Raven considered that an excellent idea. She liked sparring with Lakhri as he offered different challenges to Eeth. After helping clean up, she looked to Eeth for instructions and was pointed to her datapad. Well, at least it was Gran anatomy, something which Raven enjoyed studying.

While Flynt waited for Eeth to call him, he kept himself busy entertaining Arlee and Anisa. Currently, he had Anisa dangled upside-down by a foot and was walking towards the waste hatch. "Open it up, we've got to lose some weight," he teased, getting Arlee into the act. Anisa was laughing and screaming while throwing haymakers at any part of him she could connect with. Fortunately, Flynt had the foresight to keep her just far enough away that she could land a couple without nailing him in the balls.

"If you could interrupt your fun for a while to join me for our workout?" Eeth asked, his mouth twitching in amusement as he stood leaning against the doorway and watching Flynt's antics.

"Looks like this is your lucky day, midget. You've been spared. For now," Flynt told Anisa and set her on his hip. He looked over at Eeth, noting the slight amusement in his typically stoic expression, and put Anisa on her feet. "If we must," he replied. Remembering how workouts with Eeth went, he began to get phantom muscle aches before they'd even started.

And indeed, Eeth was planning to put Flynt through his paces today. Personally, he thought that, given the boy's massive growth, he needed to put on more muscle mass, and he arranged both the warm-up and the ensuing kata and sparring practice accordingly.

Alva came to join Arlee and Anisa and watch Eeth and Flynt train, while Ask remained sitting at the table with Raven, who had given up on her Gran anatomy project for now and was playing 'Where in the universe is Dossoasha the Hutt?' Raven was letting Ask have a go at guessing the name of their next destination from the clues and he was doing quite well.

Lakhri, who had just finished reading his novel, came to keep them company. He had to laugh as their quest led them to Tintitl.

"I think they edited out some important information about Tintitl here," he remarked.

"They probably didn't want to risk losing their general rating," replied Raven, smiling as they wandered around the game's sanitised version of Tintitl.

"Oh well," said Lakhri. "Raven, as soon as you're done capturing Dossoasha and Eeth is done running my padawan ragged, do you have any preferences for our workout? Is there anything you particularly feel like doing?"

"Something like that?" Raven gestured to the gym where the occasional "faster," "focus," barked from Eeth, closely followed by a grunt or groan from Flynt and some chuckling from their audience, could be heard. "Don't hold back."

Lakhri grinned. "Gotcha," he said cheerfully. He did like working out with Raven.

"Anobis?" Ask inturrupted. He'd been concentrating so hard on the clues that he's not heard a word of their conversation.

Raven looked back at the screen and glanced over the clues. "Anobis would be a perfect fit, except that it's got one too many moons. We have enough credits to pay a Toydarian for an extra clue, unless you want to have another guess?"

Ask huffed. He didn't like that he was stumped on this one, and that Raven apparently knew the answer made him all the more determined. "Right, let's hit up the Toydarian," he said and was off again.

An hour later, a rather dishevelled and still sweating Flynt dragged himself into the common room. "If anyone needs me, I'll be on the floor in the refresher," he said and moved on towards his room without pausing to converse further.

Raven smirked and craned her head as Eeth entered. "I see you let him live. Although I doubt he wished you had."

"Oh, I would not wish to deprive Lakhri of his padawan," Eeth, who had hardly a hair out of place, said. "The gym is free for the two of you, then. And I think you will have an audience." He unclipped Raven's saber from his belt and handed it to her.

"Alright," said Lakhri, rising from his chair.

Meanwhile, Flynt showered, cleaned himself up and lay down on his bunk clad in a clean pair of cargo pants, his eyes closed.

Twenty minutes later, he was pulled from his recovery bliss by a knock at his door. Watching the Jedi's workout had prompted the Gran children to start their own wrestling game. "We need a fourth. Alva can't play because of her arm," Arlee called.

Flynt groaned but got to his feet and opened the door. He was met with Arlee's huge smile and Anisa's excited jumping. Sighing, he decided that he couldn't say no. "Alright," he said and pulled on his shirt and saber belt. "You'll have to explain the rules to me."

They did, and soon afterwards Arlee and Anisa were rolling around on the floor in their common room. They'd moved the coffee table out of the way as the round mat it had stood on was the perfect size for a ring. Arlee had a handicap to make it fair. All Anisa had to do was pull the handkerchief from her sister's pocket to win, whereas Anisa's handkerchief was knotted to her belt. It made for a fun fight. The two sisters rolled around and sat on each other, laughing and occasionally tickling each other, which was an acceptable method of cheating in their version of this game.

Predictably, Arlee won out. She had more stamina than Anisa and wasn't half as ticklish. The youngest lay on the couch, which had been moved well out of the way to prevent damaging anything – or themselves! Meanwhile, Arlee sat on the arm of the single sofa to watch Flynt and Ask. Flynt was a giant, and Ask was hefty. This would be an exciting match. Flynt took the same handicap as Arlee had with Anisa; he was a Jedi, after all. And then it was on.

"Ow!" Ask flinched as Flynt's light saber cracked him in the shins for the second time.

Flynt called the fight to a halt and removed his saber, tossing it onto the only unoccupied seat, which had been pushed well back to give them room. For a second, he felt a disturbance in the Force, but he wasn't nearly adept enough at sensing danger to pinpoint what had caused it, and given that the feeling did not linger, he ignored it for now.

Their fight was a lot more boisterous than the previous one had been. Flynt had Ask pinned and was just about to remove the third knot in his handkerchief when the boy bucked and almost sent him out of the ring, which was another way to lose in this game. Impressed, Flynt was back up fast, and the two were at it again. They were both laughing; this really was fun.

Meanwhile, Alva had come to see what was so funny. She was annoyed that Ask wouldn't let her play. He said he'd tell on her if she did, the tattletale, she thought indignantly. She stood by the chair, watching. Flynt was once again sitting on her brother, who was flailing around like a fish out of water, trying to get him off. It was then that she noticed Flynt's lightsaber on the seat cushion. It was partially wedged into the arm and seat from where he'd tossed it and was right in front of her. Curious, she looked from the saber to Flynt and then to the others. Raven and Lakhri were still in the training room, Eeth had disappeared into his bedroom to work, and everyone else was engrossed in the fighting, including Flynt. This was an opportunity she might never get again, and being a true opportunist, she reached down, discreetly stuffed the saber into the back of her pants and disappeared around the corner.

From here she could hear the fight going on and would be able to return the weapon before they noticed. Besides, Flynt still had another four knots to go and Ask wasn't making it easy on him. The thing was a lot heavier than it looked, she mused, tossing it from one hand to the other like she'd seen Raven do on occasion. Her fingers traced the outline of the well-worn grip, and all of a sudden, Alva was a Jedi padawan about to engage in a duel with a Sith lord. The weapon was thrust out in front of her, then raised high as she circled. She was about to thumb the igniter button when Arlee entered, and she pressed a finger to her lips.

"What are you doing?" Arlee whispered, shocked. "Eeth said we were forbidden from touching these things. You'll get into so much trouble!"

"Eeth isn't here, and if you keep quiet, nobody will get into trouble because they'll all be none the wiser; they're all busy," said Alva. As if to punctuate her words, Flynt let out a strangled chuckle because, by the sounds of it, Ask had managed to get his 80kg frame on top of the padawan. Alva held out the saber, turned it over and found the ignitor switch. "Don't you want to know what it feels like?" she asked, her finger poised over the button. Regardless of Arlee's response, Alva was determined to light this up.

Arlee shook her head vehemently. "No, I don't want anything to do with this," she said with conviction. "I won't tell, but leave me out of it."

She turned and slipped back into the common room without anyone having noticed her absence, or so she hoped.

"Suit yourself," Alva said to her sister's back but otherwise paid the girl no mind; she and Arlee might be chalk and cheese, but they were sisters, and ultimately, she trusted her not to tattle. It took her a moment to work out which end the blade came out, but to be on the safe side, she held out the saber diagonally and hit the button. The sound was surprisingly loud when you were this close up, but what shocked her more was the power. It was almost as if the white blade was suddenly a living thing, untamed in her hands, and it wanted out! She gripped the handle with both hands to steady herself and made a wide sweeping arc like she had seen the Jedi do. Unfortunately, Alva had been so wrapped up in awe of what she was doing that she failed to notice the cleaning droid enter the kitchen behind her, and as she stepped back, she stood right on it, causing it to trill indignantly in protest.

Her foot went with the droid, the saber fell from her hand, and had she not used her broken arm to break her fall, she would have landed right on top of the still ignited blade.