Summary/disclaimer: Time for another chapter of Spark of Force. Enjoy the 2300-word story. I don't own Star Wars, Disney and a few others do.

Meetra seemed to be dealt with for now as she looked downwards, her lightsaber dancing through the air. Something about it all had been too disturbed.

Her blade tore through the air, sending the bolt slammed through the warrior in front of her… Then again? More mercenaries were rushing her.

She had been disturbed, unsure of what was growing. Meetra hummed to relax for now as she looked to the side.

"Assassins…." Wesset stated before he drew his lightsaber from his hip. "Count Dooku must have hired them," Wesset stated before he sighed to himself.

Wesset seemed to be relaxed at the time being… She and him were different but both were warriors.

Something about it all made her for it…. Something had been tiresome for now.

She and he were connected at the time… Something had been to which it was chaotic.

(With Revan)

Dozens of miles away one could not hear the gunfire which had been too disturbed… Revan could not tell things were so dire…. Not that he could have been tired for now.

She and he were too interested as of now… It was more and more tiresome.

They had no antics, no idea… Nothing about it had been amusing for now… It had been too much for now but it had been too interesting.

Something about her had been tiresome now, it had been enough to force her into a part of life she was not used to… Granted? One would not be blamed for HOW it could have been fun for now.

It was something that had to be amusing…. Revan for the time being was tiresome but he was a warrior that he had been dealt with for now as he clicked his fingers.

He had been too tiresome at the time… He had been too interested in it all for now, he had been too relaxed for now… Revan was clearly in a sort of situation now. He had been too disturbed, very much now.

He had been too disturbed at the time being… He had been distracted now, he had been able to relax and repent, something about it almost made them too interesting to simply throw away.

Both times it had been something odd, like it had torn through them again and it had been distracted now… It was worth something she could not have dealt with now and it was worth something he could have done.

He looked at the sky, alight with ships from dozens of fleets. He knew very well the galaxy was still as vast as it was before… The only issue was just what it would have been like if he had not been here… Would there have been more?

He did not believe things would have been worse off without him, the Jedi could not have failed THAT badly at this time.

Meetra was powerful. She was the second strongest Jedi between him and her… However? Even Meetra could only handle so much before collapsing into the ground, only then could they match it.

He decided he would meet with the senate, and find out how the rows and rows of politicians would do when they had the prodigal knight in front of them.

(With Meetra and Wesset)

Meetra did not seem human. Nothing about that woman seemed human and he could guess why… She? She seemed strong, and powerful, as if her very presence would send soldiers falling to the ground.

Now? Now she did not at all seem to have lost a step. She was dancing through the assassins like a knife into hot butter.

Wesset watched one man fall, parted at the hip, the next died relatively painlessly. Something about that almost scared him how she could stab him in one fluid motion. She looked less like a Jedi and more like a dancer.

Perhaps it was part of her skill he had yet to note. She was a strange Jedi but it was still a Jedi task they had taken.

The small army of assassins… Most more thugs than hired killers? Dragged themselves after her, almost stumbling into the ground.

Who they were was irrelevant, who they wanted was. He knew Dooku had to have sent them, no way a small army of thugs would assail a Jedi this close to the temple unless there was money involved.

And Dooku had a large mountain of credits. She and he were in for a fight even if they were Jedi.

"Dooku has to want you alive… Half of them? Half of them were using stun rounds." Wesset stated before he frowned to himself.

"The Fallen Jedi at the temple?" Meetra asked in a tone that suggested she could have guessed it already.

"Yes." Meetra heard as she and he exchanged looks, both too tired to do much.

Something about it? Something about the situation was problematic. Granted? One thing would lead to another when it came to this sort of thing.

Both shared a look that told them all they needed to. They would fight as a team or die as a team, nothing more.

And it was due to that in which they would win. Both Jedi were united in survival, which topped any mere bond.

Both times had she invited in some sort of chaos… Something within her had been harder and harder to deal with.

Both times? Both times she and he would find no comfort in any words, only in that he and she were connected at the hip.

Meetra's lightsaber tore through the next assassin, parting them at the nap as she sighed, knowing that it would have been much harder for now.

Something about that all was more than it needed. They had a lot more to deal with… Now? Now they had a lot more on their mind and it was clear without even a hint they had more than some chaos… Then again? They had plenty left to deal with.

Now? Now they had something else on their mind.

Meetra hummed, tired and beaten down…. But it was clear she of all people wanted to do.

Meetra being herself made her realize just what was going on… Both were finally able to think, both were amused now… It was an odd little thing now and it would be harder and harder at the time.

"You know that this battle is going to end when either you are captured or they are dead, right? There is little to no real way to deal with it." Meetra hummed, tired and relaxed… They had a lot more to under it.

She was curious as to what they wanted with her but she was not about to let them get her… The more time they tried it for now? The more it was harder and harder to deal with.

Meetra was too easily beaten down and it was clear they had nothing left for now at the end of the day…. Something like that had gone too much.

(With Revan)

Revan was beaten down… It would not have helped there… They had a lot more to deal with.

The Jedi Knight was too tired, too distracted to let this come down the line… Now? Now he knew better than to focus on it all.

Meetra was not one to mince ideas… It was hard to deal with for now and would be much harder.

They had a lot more chaos now… It was a lot more to deal with for now and it would have been harder and harder to think of now.

They had a lot more to do when he left the planet…. They had a lot more to try and think of it all for now.

Revan seemed to be tired and distracted at the time being…. They had a lot of different moments within their minds and the more they went down now.

This was a pain that had been cut through it all as he looked to the side. It would have been too interesting for now and they had a lot more to try and figure it out.

They had a lot more to deal with for now. They had a lot more to deal with for now back and forth.

Meetra seemed to think of it all now and it was harder and harder to think of it all. Meetra seemed to be dealt with for now as she thought of it.

They had a lot more to try and deal with for now as he paused to think of what was being dealt with for now.

The chaos was all too much for now and it would have to be understood as it was all being dealt with for now and they thought.

Revan knew more and more the Jedi were hiding something from him. It was a lot more than they could have dealt with.

He had plans he was beginning to make and now? At the end of the day? He was all too eager to relax and let it all end one way or another.

He did not at all know what was growing on his mind. The idea he was a legend to the Jedi Order? Is that his apprentice or something similar? Is it broken parts of him?

They had a lot more left to deal with, they had a lot more left to learn.

(With Meetra and Wesset)

The next two assassins fell with one slash from Meetra, despite her chaos. She found it was odd they attempted to kill her.

But? It seemed they had given up on the idea of capturing her alive… What little they could afford was odd for them.

Meetra kept her weapon at her side, eager for combat at the time being. They had no desire to keep growing more and more interested.

Meetra hummed, thinking for a second of it all as they had an idea of it all for now… The management of such a thing was a lot worse.

Meetra kept her blade between her and the others… Making it very clear what they wanted, and what they needed.

The idea of it all had been something odd. She struck without mercy or remorse; it was a lot more interesting.

Wesset watched her, almost a glowing figure of lethality and pure violence, she struck without mercy or regret.

Meetra seemed almost a small creature in how she moved but he knew better, she was dangerous and both acted dangerous.

The others backed off, seeing that Meetra was far more than she appeared.

Perhaps Wesset had misjudged how strong she was and that everything had been far more mysterious than he wished to have been.

Granted? Wesset only knew a little about Meetra from the archives so the was plenty for him not to know… Instead? There was a lot more to this for him to grasp and a lot of ideas now.

Meetra knew what was growing now, an idea like this was going to be cut down… A lot of different details came because of it.

Meetra sent the last of them finally scrambling backwards with a single force push. It told them just how strong she was when the pavement exploded outwards with a simple push, almost as if it had been torn apart.

Meetra hummed, curious as to what their intent was. They had a lot more at the end of it now and for a good reason.

She was stronger than any of them could have reasonably thought she was. Meetra was stronger than she looked all up and down the way forward, perhaps that was her power.

There was a LOT more to it now… And Wesset would be lying if he said he did not have more to deal with, more he could not understand.

Now? Now he had a LOT more left than he should have, for now, it was a LOT odder.

Wesset hummed and then sighed to himself, too relaxed… Now? He had to worry about Meetra.

This woman was far and above the most insane thing in the world. Well, galaxy…. It was not as if she had much to deal with for now.

Wesset hummed, watching another of the group fall to the ground… And Meetra had sent the entire group scrambling over themselves toward the turbolifts.

Part of him believed this girl was some ancient deity who prowled the depths of the galaxy and feasted on those who were easily beaten down.

To be fair? He was too exhausted now to believe in anything…. The more goons that fell? The more Wesset believed this woman was not human.

In his opinion? He just thought that Meetra was a goddess for now. He wanted nothing more than another fight and one he could lead from.

Still? Meetra surprised him more than anything at the time being. Meetra turned finally, the bodies of broken dead soldiers at her feet.

Wesset hummed and then thought of what was growing from now on.

She turned and walked away towards the temple. Wesset hummed to the side, thinking of how to explain to the others.

He had a lot of different ideas on her… Many of which clouded what he knew of Jedi in general.

Perhaps she was not a Jedi but she was one of the soldiers at the end of the idea.

Meetra hummed and then looked at him as both began the walk back to the temple.

Author notes

Phew. Another chapter is done! I want to point out next chapter will be in 2-10 months. I also would like to agree with the last review. My grammar does need help. The next chapter will be 900-6500 words and will show more of both Wesset and Meetra and Revan beginning his plan. Until then, Lighting Wolf is out!