Luke's POV
The masked stranger walks up to me. I could tell something was off. They stop just short of arm's length. They towered over me.
"Why do you want to become a Jedi?" the figure asks me, the voice regulator hindering their voice to a point.
"Because my father was one?" I replied questionly.
"Not a good enough answer. No proof. Words mean nothing without action! We all learned that the hard way," the cloaked figure yelled.
The figure behind them lays a hand on their companion's shoulder. The first figure grasps the hand.
"So, prove it to me, Luke. Prove to me that you have what it takes to possibly be a Jedi."
The convor flew off of the figure's arm and landed on some nearby rocks. The first figure handed the other their staff, then drew out two black and silver cylinders. I assumed they were lightsabers. On some unseen command, the cylinders ignited pure white blades.
I was correct.
They got into a fighting stance, the 'sabers in a reverse grip. I got ready, igniting my father's saber. We stood there like that for what seemed like hours.
Then suddenly, my opponent charges with a distorted war cry.
The Grandmaster's POV
He's undertrained, I can tell. Master Kenobi must not have started until very recently. He attacks with an overhead strike.
Sloppy. Yep, definitely need some work...
Let's see how he is with two.
Dearest, come and have some fun with me. I telepathically tell my partner.
I sense him smile and prepare to jump in with me. I jump away from Luke to make way for him, my blades creating the air lift I need.
Luke's POV
My opponent suddenly breaks the saber lock and jumps away, the white blades becoming fans. Their companion swipes at me with an emerald blade.
Great. Just great. Two opponents now.
We spared for a while, until I saw a fourth blade almost nick me. The Mirialan joined in wielding a deep azure blade.
The Dathomirian later joined with a double-bladed yellow saber.
I don't last long until one of my attackers nick my side. It surprisingly hurt a lot less than I thought but it still hurt. Everyone else saw this and extinguished their blades.
The first attacker's top part of their mask retracted to reveal brilliant blue eyes against dark skin and tattooed brow markings. They pulled down their hood, freeing the white and blue braids.
The other's mask retracts completely to show a light-skinned face with subtle blue eyes. His tousled brown hair pulled back in a ponytail.
What he said next baffled me, "Well done, Luke. You passed the Grandmaster's initial test."
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