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Peeling her hands off your dual Lightsabers, you answer by drawing and then igniting both blades. Twirling them in an aggressive Ataru flurry against an invisible foe. Then switching the Lightsabers off, you flip them in the air allowing light to dazzle off the metallic handle, then clip them back onto your waist.
“Yeah, I guess I can teach you a few things when it comes to swinging a lightsaber. First lesson is free.”
“Oh, wise Master Chris, what would I do without your tutelage.” Taking your hand in hers, she begins to skip, dragging you along. “Come on, I know the perfect pod.”
Your mind races with scenes of yourself, standing triumphant over a broken enemy before the masses of people you saved, holding your main saber high up as if to point at something in the distance. It is almost a shame the Sith have retreated from this galaxy into old stories in the archives; they were the perfect mirror for the Jedi to match up against, to confront and duel. There is, of course, the diverse array of Hutt forces, tentacled Ebruchi raiders, saurian Ssi-ruu Commonwealth and more you could do battle against, but none makes for such a compelling foe as the extinct order of the Sith.
Then you realise Alyla is holding your hand, your very sweaty hand. Flushing from embarrassment, you try to withdraw your hand gently. Noticing the attempt to escape her grip, she gives you a crooked confused smile and refuses your withdrawal. Your attempt revealed; you try to rip your hand out of her grasp, praying she won’t notice how clammy and disgusting your hand is. And that is your mistake, you’ve turned this into a game, and Alyla plays to win. Augmenting her strength with the Force, she gives your arm a firm yank throwing you off balance. Surprised, you stumble and fall into her, but Alyla is too controlled to allow that to happen. She catches you with the arm that is not entwined with yours as if the pair of you are dancing in one of the finest ballrooms of the Core Worlds. Helpless, only kept upright by the tips of your toes and her strong arm, you stare up at the predatory Chiss, noticing how not only are you still holding hands, but she has intertwined her fingers with yours somewhere in the engagement.
