Star Wars: Dark Ones Chapter 3
Yakima stood staring down at the planets from the newly built death star. Her mind was at ease and she decided a visit to the training chamber wouldn't hurt.
When she arrived there she saw Zakara and Servo training after having just returned from their mission. She enter the room and waved Servo away.
"To your feet Zakara. I'm in the mood for a little bit of sparring." Her eyes gleamed with confidence and wit.
Zakara stood up knowing that he never once beat her in dueling or sparring when they were younger. But now as a young adult he had a different motivation and that was to become stronger so he could avenge his father.
The two bowed before each other, a sign used to show respect for your equal. Zakara knew that Yakima was mocking him, he was never her equal and that had always angered him. Today he wanted more then anything to wipe the smug look off her face.
They drew their lightsabers, Zakara's pale white and Yakima crimson red.
"This time will be different old friend." Zakara held his saber tightly.
"We'll see about that." Yakima said with a sly grin.
The two began their lightsabers clash. Zakara pushed Yakima back with the force went for side swipe, but she ducked and kicked out his legs. He fell to the ground and she stood up and went for the finishing blow. He used the force to push her even farther away and then grabbed his lightsaber and flung it at her. She braced herself and blocked the blows from the swinging blade. Just before she could recover Zakara took his saber and began attacking her with a series of blows and swings. Yakima beat Zakara in terms of talent but when it came to anger and sheer power he had her outmatched.
Yakima was in trouble, she knew she could only block Zakara's attacks for so long. She needed a plan, and fast. She shot lighting at Zakara, forcing him back.
Zakara regained his footing and rage burned inside him. He wanted nothing more then to take Yakima down.