Chapter 6: Round Two
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Chopper motioned for him to follow. The two made their way to the front doors that led out of the facility. Kanan stepped outside…
Where he was nearly nailed in the face by a bright purple ball of electricity.
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Kanan dove to the right as the end of Zeb's bo-rifle came towards him. He hit the ground with a thud.
"What the hell, Zeb?!" he exclaimed.
"Karabast! Sorry mate, didn't see ya there," he apologized, offering his hand to Kanan. Chopper was laughing…ish at his misfortune. The Jedi scowled at the droid and took the Lasat's hand, letting his friend haul him to his feet.
"Yeah, real funny Chop," he said sarcastically. Chopper merely grumbled and kept laughing his electronic laugh.
"Ya alright Kanan?" Zeb inquired.
"I'm fine. What was all that about anyway?" he answered.
"Just practicing. I got a little…uncomfortable waiting in there," he said, pausing to search for the right word.
"I know what you mean," Kanan told him.
"I can't imagine what this is like for you. I mean, the two if you are thick as thieves, probably the closest out of all of us," Zeb said sympathetically.
Kanan nodded. He bit his lip, then seemed to have an idea.
"Tell you what Zeb, why don't we practice together?" he said.
"That's hardly fair Kanan! I mean, your lightsaber could slice right through my bo-rifle," the Lasat complained.
"Don't worry about that," he answered, pulling one of the training blades off his belt.
He activated it, and Zeb readied his weapon. With a loud shout, the two began to spar. Zeb was amazed at Kanan's grace and ease with which he fought as he swung the dully glowing blade around. It wasn't random motions, it was all coordinated. He brought the end of his own weapon down towards his opponent's side, but was swiftly blocked. It was confusing. Kanan had so far been all defense. He had watched Kanan fight with Ezra before, and every time the Jedi fought, it was the same. Zeb wasn't a Jedi expert, but he knew from what his friends had told him that Kanan favored Form Three, which was a defensive form. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Kanan suddenly went on the offensive, taking a flying leap over his head and swung his lightsaber at him. The former guard barely had time to block a slash to his back. He knew now that had the honor guard of Lasan ended up on the side of the Separatists during the Clone Wars, they would have been slaughtered long before Kallus showed up with his disruptors. The Jedi were the best fighters in the galaxy, besides their dark counterparts. The only reason they had fallen was because the troops they thought were loyal to them had betrayed them without a warning. He took another swipe at Kanan, who ducked and kicked his legs out from under him, leveling the blade at Zeb's throat.
"I win," he laughed, deactivating his weapon.
"Yeah, I gathered that mate," his friend replied, turning off his bo-rifle. Kanan helped him up.
"Where'd you learn that move?" he asked, rolling his shoulders.
The Jedi flashed a grin. "A friend," he answered cryptically.
Zeb eyed him incredulously. He was tempted to ask him again, but he had the feeling he already knew where the thirty year old had picked up the trick. He only knew one person crafty enough to come up with it.
"Think that's enough?" Kanan asked him.
"Yeah, I've had my ass kicked enough for today," he chuckled.
"Hey, where did Chopper go?" Kanan noticed suddenly.
Zeb looked around. The other man was right. The droid had up and vanished. The two stepped inside, returning to the waiting room. The old C1-10P was flying about, obviously killing time. The girls were still fast asleep. The clock on the wall read 2:45. Must have been later than he thought when he first woke up. He took his seat next to Hera, who was stretched out across three chairs. He had barely been sitting for five minutes when the doors opened and a man dressed in a white coat and pants appeared in the doorway. He shot to his feet, walking with large, swift steps over to him.
"Kanan Jarrus, I presume?" he asked.
"Yes. And you are?" he returned.
"Doctor Cameron Hills. But you can call me Cam. Pleasure to meet you," he replied, extending his hand.
"The same to you, Cam," the older man said, shaking it.
"I have some good news for you. Your boy is gonna be just fine,"
Kanan sighed and slouched in relief.
"Now, he needs to stay in bed for at least a week. I recommend that he stays here, at least on Alderaan. That way, I can oversee his recovery and monitor the progress of his physical therapy," Hills said.
Kanan nodded.
"Would you like to see something? I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results,"
The Jedi nodded again. Cam led him through the doors, which silently slipped closed behind them.
A/N
Me: Alright! Chapter 6 is done! We're getting close to the end.
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Me: But I don't even pay you. I didn't hire you either!
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Me: Whatever!
No Next time on Blasted this chapter cuz I haven't started Chapter 7 yet.
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