Zero to Jedi

On a small Zabrak colony a young Zabrak teen walked through the streets, doing his best to try not to be noticed. The young man's name was Wrath Borak. And despite his fearsome name he wasn't what one would expect from your average Zabrak. Though not as militant as the Zabraks of their homeworld, his colony as a whole held great pride and respect to the devotion martial prowess. The better fighter you were, the greater the respect you had.

And unfortunately in young Wrath's case his skill, or lack thereof, meant his respect among his peers was...low. As such he tended to stick to himself. Which led to people thinking he was a loner and avoiding him, thus further distancing the young man from his peers. He didn't know what is was, he practiced regularly, but his peers just always seemed able to get the better of him. Even the girls.

Wrath sighed as he continued on his way, unfortunately not paying attention to his surrounding.

"Yo Wrath!"

Wrath froze on the spot, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning quietly to himself as he recognized the voice. With a weak smile he turned to face a group of his peers. They all smirked and sniggered at him, a red flag that he was about to get heckled.

"Hey guys," Wrath said with a wave, meanwhile his mind raced as he tried to figure a way out of this predicament. His peers closed in, their leader, Draag, the biggest and tallest of them smiling down at him with a sneer. "What's up?" Wrath asked casually.

"Oh not much. Just saw our old pal passing through by his lonesome and wanted to see if you were up to hanging out," Draag said as he shrugged his broad shoulders.

"Ah shoot. I would guys, but I got to go meet up with my sis. Sorry," Wrath said with a shrug of his own.

"Well dang. Well wouldn't want to keep sis waiting now would we?" Draag said as he stepped to the side. Wrath let out a breath in relief. He nodded a goodbye before taking a step forward, and then he was forced to freeze once again as Draag suddenly blocked his path with his vibroblade. "But how about a little sparring match first?"

Wrath inwardly cursed. Great. Another opportunity for Draag, best fighter in their age group, to humiliate him. "Sorry Draag, really got to go," Wrath tried to say.

"Oh don't worry. This won't take long," Draag said with a cocky smirk.

A few minutes later Wrath had been led to a large vacant lot where Draag's friends and more of their peers had gathered to watch the fight. Or more accurately, Wrath lose. Wrath stood there, a borrowed vibroblade in hand as Draag made out with his girlfriend, who happened to be Wrath's crush. Seriously, insult to injury much?

With one final kiss Draag pulled away and drew his own vibroblade. He too firm hold of it and leveled it at his opponent. With no other option (Wrath would lose what little respect he had if he ran) Wrath took hold of his weapon and raised it up. The other teens around them cheered for Draag and in excitement of the fight.

Wrath tried to remain focused in calm as he awaited Draag's attack. And with a shout Draag rushed him. He planted his foot and spun on his heel to gain momentum before swinging at him with a powerful horizontal slash. Metal rang against metal as Wrath staggered back, barely blocking the blow without losing hold of his weapon.

He ducked under another powerful swing before falling as Draag swept his legs out from under him. He landed on his back, air leaving his lungs as Draag circled him with a smirk.

"Get up Wrath!" he commanded. Wrath groaned as he picked himself up. As soon as he was on his feet he was struck across his face with the flat of Draag's blade. He was spun from the force of the attack before facing Draag once again. Draag chuckled as Wrath blinked to clear his vision and shook his head to get his focus back.

With a shout Draag rushed him, swinging wildly and keeping Wrath on the defensive. Wrath ducked, twirled, and spun away from Draag's attack. That was something he'd always been mysteriously good at. He could dodge and weave away from attacks with ease, earning him the reputation of a coward. The trouble was striking back.

Wrath thrust forward for a light stab. Draag countered by parrying the blade, batting it away before stepping forward and grabbing Wrath by the front of his shirt. With a smile he rammed his knee into Wrath's gut, knocking the air out of him and making him drop his weapons to cradle his stomach. Draag backed away as Wrath sank to his knees, coughing and gasping for air.

Draag raised his hands up in victory, making the others cheer. He picked up Wrath's blade before tossing it to one of his friends and closing in to end the duel. He stopped to stand over Wrath, watching as the teen gasped for air. He raised his arm up, preparing to ram his elbow into the back of his head for a knockout. As he tensed his arm to bring it down something suddenly closed around his wrist and twisted.

He cried out, vibroblade clattering to the ground from the vice like grip enclosing his wrist. Wrath glanced up to see his savior.

His big sister.

"Sevra," he muttered out.

Sevra looked down at him with a blank face and brown eyes before turning her attention back to Draag. She delivered a quick but powerful punch to his lower back, making him cringe as she let him go. He staggered forward before whirling around to face her, only to have the heel of her boot pass across his face. He spun and crashed to the ground, unconscious before he even touched it.

The teens quieted down as Sevra helped Wrath up and led him home.


Back at home Wrath sighed as his sister check him over. Sevra, unlike him, was an excellent warrior. A mercenary who'd never lost a fight in her life. She cared for her younger brother, in her own way, constantly training with him and pushing him to get better at fighting.

"You alright?" she asked in concern. Wrath nodded. She smiled before giving him a punch on the arm. "You sucked out there," she said with a smile. Wrath rolled his eyes. "You really need to get better at fighting Wrath. Otherwise those guys will just keep messing with you."

"I know," Wrath said for the hundredth time.

Sevra smiled at him good naturedly as she wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. Wrath couldn't help but smile back.

Suddenly their door flew open. Wrath's parents rushed in, eyes wide and ordering them to come along. Wrath and Sevra exchanged a glance before complying. Following their parents to the center of town where a small group of what looked like stormtroopers was gathered. Wrath nearly panicked, but everyone else seemed calm. And these stormtroopers seemed different. They marked their armor with black designs.

All around his people were murmuring to themselves. Wrath listened in, trying to figure out what exactly they were saying. And then he heard it.

Jedi.

The crowd parted as a figure in a long brown cloak walked through them. Wrath took in a human man with auburn hair. Tall if not a little lanky. But there was a sort of presence about him. A confidence in his emerald green eyes. He turned his head to and fro, scanning the faces of Wrath's people like he were looking for something.

Wrath stepped back with his sister and into the crowd to let him pass. And right when he passed in front of Wrath he stopped. Slowly his head turned and then his eyes went downward to look right at Wrath. Wrath did his best not to fidget as the man stared him down, green eyes that seemed to be looking at and then through him.

Then his lips quirked upward into a smile. He turned to fully face Wrath before kneeling down.

"Hello young man. What is your name, if I might ask?" the man asked with a smile.

"Uh, Wrath. Wrath Borak sir."

The man hummed and nodded as he took in the name. "Nice to meet you Wrath. My name is Hiccup. I'm a Jedi." Wrath gasped, flinching in shock. The Jedi were supposed to be gone. To prove his identity the man pulled aside his cloak, revealing his lightsabers at his belt. Wrath stared at them before looking back up to Hiccup and staring in uncertainty.

"The Jedi are returning Wrath. And we've begun searching for children like you to join the New Order."

"Like me?" Wrath asked in confusion.

Hiccup nodded. "Those gifted with the Force. Like you are," Hiccup confirmed.

"Are you saying-"

"Yes Wrath. I can sense it inside of you. You have a strong connection to the Force. If you want, the Jedi can teach you how to harness it. Use it for the good of the galaxy. You can be a Jedi," Hiccup said holding his gaze.

Wrath could hardly believe it. He had the potential to be a Jedi?! He knew his people were once apart of the old order. But him? The worst fighter in the entire colony?

"The choice is your Wrath," Hiccup said as he patiently awaited an answer.

Wrath swallowed, mind racing as he thought of the life changing choice that had been brought before him.


"And then I said yes. And here I am," Wrath said as he finished his story. The others all stared at him as they took in his story.

"Cool," Havolian said with a nod.

"Meh," Wrath said with a shrug. His story wasn't so interesting. He'd had a pretty normal life up until his decision to become a Jedi. Still he was glad he'd come. Here he had friends. Still wasn't the greatest fighter, but he was getting a little better each time as he continued to train with Havo and the Kinnarans.

"That Draag guys sounds like a jerk," Nemo said on his behalf.

"Oh he is," Wrath said with a frown of his own. "But he's a million light years away and out of my life. So I'm not complaining."

"Did he really steal you crush?" Claire asked innocently.

Wrath blushed and looked down. "Well 'steal' would imply she was mine. I had no chance with her whatsoever," Wrath admitted with a chuckle.

"Aww comone Wrath, you're a nice guy," Emma said in his defense.

"Saphine thinks so," Claire said.

Wrath flinched before looking at her. "Saphine talks about me?" Claire's eyes widened as she realized she'd revealed something she shouldn't have. Wrath blushed some more, prompting Havolian to smirk and nudge him with his elbow teasingly. Wrath shoved him back.

After lunch was over Wrath and Havo walked to the training area to spend a little of their free time sparring. When they got their Wrath froze, eyes drawn and glued to a sapphire blue Kinnaran sitting on a stone bench, sharpening a sword with a stone block.

"Uh, lets go somewhere else," Wrath suggested nervously.

Havo's eyes flicked back and forth between Saphine and Wrath. "Yeah alright," he said with a shrug. "Huh, that's a weird place to park a speeder." Wrath cocked a brow before looking around the room to see what Havolian was talking about when he suddenly staggered forward from a hard shove from behind.

"Yo Saphine!" Havolian shouted before running out of the room. Wrath cursed at him in his mind.

"Wrath?" Wrath took in a breath before turning on his heel to meet the aqua blue eyes of his new crush.

"Hey Saphine. How's it going?" Wrath tried to ask casually.

"Good. Care to join me?" Saphine asked. Wrath shrugged as he slowly walked over to stand beside her. She stared at the side of his face as he blushed and stood there awkwardly. "You can take a seat if you wish Wrath." Wrath slowly slid onto the bench, sitting at the very end nervously.

"So what are you doing?"

Saphine move her sword into his face, making him jump a little in surprise. "Sharpening. Very important to maintain the blade."

"Of course."

Saphine smiled at him as she resumed sharpening, running her stone down the edge of her sword as she hummed to herself. Wrath just sat there, face warm as he tried to think of something to say. He looked away, looking at the wall of the temple for an answer. Suddenly something nudged his shoulder. He looked and nearly fell over he found Saphine's face suddenly very close to his.

She held her sword up again for him to examine. "What do you think?" she asked.

Wrath eyed the gleaming edge of the sword. He raised a hand up and ran a finger over the edge. "Dang. Now that's a sharp sword," he complimented.

Saphine smiled and giggled in amusement. She sheathed her sword and set it down before pulling out a knife. She began to sharpen it, all while maintaining her proximity to Wrath. Wrath began to relax, enjoying her company. He looked at her hands as she ran her knife blade over the stone repeatedly and steadily.

Then her hands suddenly stopped.

"Wrath?" Wrath looked up at her inquisitively. "Can I ask something of you?" Saphine suddenly said, blushing a little.

Wrath's heart began to beat a little faster. "Uh...yes?" he said, unable to say no to anything she might ask.

"May I touch your horns?"

Wrath flinched in surprise at her strange request. But he gave her a nod. Saphine set her knife aside as she looked up. She slowly raised her hands up to touch the front set of Wrath's horns. With interest, in doing so she leaned in more, face a few inches from Wrath's.

Wrath did his best to fight down the heat creeping up into his face.

Saphine looked and felt the bony protrusions on Wrath's head wit interest. She moved her hands to grasp the horns on the side of his head. She looked down to see if Wrath felt any discomfort when she suddenly realized how close their faces were. She locked eyes with him, looking into his warm brown orbs with slightly parted lips.

Wrath was frozen on the spot, not knowing what to do. Apart of him wanted to reel back, uncaring if he fell off the bench. And another wanted to stay and keep staring at her beautiful face and aqua blue eyes.

"Ummm..." Saphine only blinked but didn't move. Wrath could feel her breath on his face. He began to get an urge to do something crazy. Something that could very well get him stabbed. Or beheaded. Or both given as Saphine had a few option available at the moment.

But Wrath had had enough of being a coward and having so little confidence. He was different now. He was stronger. More self assured.

He was a Jedi.

He went for it.

He leaned in and closed his eyes to plant his lips on Saphine's. The Kinnaran girl stiffened up and squeaked at the suddenness of the kiss. It was her first. And from what she knew a kiss, especially the first, let you know how you truly felt about someone with whom you had an interest in.

Wrath pulled away after a few moments to gauge her reaction and feelings. Did he just royally screw up? Or was-

His train of thought went off the track as Saphine closed the distance to kiss him.

Saphine had her eyes closed as she kissed the Zabrak boy. She had to be sure. So another kiss would help her be doubly sure. And while she was at it she might as well be triply sure.

And being four time as sure wasn't a bad idea.

Five times wasn't quite enough.

At the sixth kiss she found her arms had somehow wrapped around the Zabrak's neck. She had also mysteriously ended up in his lap. With his arms around her waist.

Just a few more. A few more and she'd be sure.


another for Wrath Borak. I like the Zabrak teen