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It is a strange adjustment from being free as an untethered kite to having a Padawan. Much of your time is now demanded by another being, and your other tasks become secondary and fall down the list of priorities. Also, there is the constant companionship; while you do spend a lot of time with your friends, the constant shadow that follows you everywhere is new. But Morrigan does make you laugh, still sticking to her rigid discipline and control. You can’t help but wonder if she’s read some Jedi writing on stoicism and believes it is the end-all and be-all. You do partially understand the misguided reasoning behind it. Many Jedi talk about being an instrument of the Force and letting go of attachment, but your partial understanding isn’t agreement. It shouldn’t take long to convince Morrigan off that track.
You find yourself in one of the training rooms of the Jedi temple, sparring with a friend in one of the moments you have free; it is not unusual to find you spending your recreation time here honing your craft. While far from actual combat, which you have experience of, proven by the two Lightsabers hanging in your apartment as decorative battle trophies, it still makes you feel alive in a way nothing else comes close to. And there is more than that: you are proud of your abilities, and you love the recognition and respect the other Jedi give you for your hard-trained skills. Your heart hammers, barely held within your heaving chest, and sweat coats your body, causing it to shine from the synthetic sunlight. You have been pushed hard by your training partner, one of the few Jedi that is able to keep up with your abilities; she, like you, is similarly exhausted.
Glaring at your opponent, you take deep, desperate gulps of air in this brief pause. Alyla shares your fatigue; matching you blow for blow has stolen her strength as it has yours. The blue-skinned Chiss forces out a predator’s smile, which quickly reverts back to the hungry breaths. Circling each other, you make a final attack, the timer counting down on the ceiling reads 00:46. Both you and Alyla launch yourselves at each other, and your two twin Lightsabers clash with hers in a wild flurry. Using your skill in Force Speed, your every attack is ramped up beyond visible perception; Alyla likewise throws a duplicate lightning-fast strike for everyone you send her way.
The only thing that allows the pair of you to block each other’s blows is the Force guiding your hands, showing them where they need to be. Letting go of your Shoto blade, you wield your full Lightsaber in two hands, giving the strikes thunderous power. But your Shoto does not limply fall to the floor; it dances and weaves in the air under your control. Your floating blade strikes at Alyla, circling around her, trying to find its way to her back. In response, she flicks out a hand and sends your Shoto rocketing away into the woodland that surrounds you.
