The pirates had wrested control of the ship and were now on the bridge. The young Twi'Lek grinned in anticipation. His heart was stuck somewhere between his ears, and his palms seemed to be losing their friction due to the perspiration, but he held his lightsaber as tight as possible. Pausing only as long as a heartbeat's time span, he wiped his hand on his tunic. Then his opponent struck.
Knocked off his feet, he spun, turning his right side into the motion, kicking that leg out to stop the fall. With a sneer, he lunged at his attacker, who deftly spun around, a move Shadra had anticipated, catching the Rodian in the torso with the crook of his turquoise arm. The Rodian shoved him off. Feeling out with the Force, Shadra quickly tapped into his abilities and pushed him into the wall. With that, a klaxon blared. "Master Shadra? A word?"
With that, Shadra Jaye found himself as a youngling again, in the temple, blindfold in hand, facing an unhappy green elf. "Yes, Master Yoda?"
"Remember, do you, how to be used the Force is?"
"With knowledge and defense." The youngling automatically responded, downcast eyes gazing at the floor. "Never attack."
"Correct, you are. Now go help him up. Concluded, today's lesson is."
"Sorry 'bout that, Broot." The Twi'lek responded as he helped his comrade to his feet.
"No big." The bug-eyed youngling stated as he removed his blindfold. "You alright? You're purple."
"It's nothing. The lesson was a little much is all. Wow, I thought I was dead, that Yoda was gonna expel me or something."
"Must be because of Master Fuhlayne."
"What?"
"Master Fuhlayne."
"Master Trass Fuhlayne? She's coming here?"
"Well, that's the buzz around the dormitory."
The rumor was true, as the tall, dark, slender Jedi ascended the steps of the temple. She hadn't been there since the day she had left as a padawan. As she reached the landing, a familiar face welcomed her. "It's good to see you again, Master Yoda."
"Likewise, Master Fuhlayne." He kindly responded, floating in his hoverchair.
As previously stated, she hadn't been to the Coruscant temple since she was a mere padawan, yet she could walk the halls blindfolded without the aid of the Force. She remembered every step, panel, statue in the place. Of her four previous padawans, only one hadn't become a Jedi. After the loss, she had become very selective in her choice of padawan.
Tranquilly smiling at the fresh-faced children, she felt each one's potential in the Force, weighed how much of the light and dark sides were in them, sensed their individual intelligence, etc. Finally, she raised her index finger and indicated Shadra.
