Vignette 7: Blessing.

Undetermined Location.

"Why, oh why, oh why does this always happen… SPECIFICALLY TO US!"

Screamed a 22 year old Anakin Skywalker as they dodged the blaster fire that Obi-Wan with his aggressive Soresu couldn't deflect. Anakin had over the years decided to practice Jar'Kai – but include a portion of each of the 6 more widely known forms and change it up to suit his needs.

Essentially, he had picked up a Corellian Jedi practice – the 'bastardisation' of the forms to create a personal style, unique to only him. Obi-Wan followed suit and managed to merge Ataru and Soresu into aggressive Soresu.

One funny practice of Anakin's was the throwing of one of the dual 'sabers. Such as now.

The escaping Seperatist watched as a single flaxen-hued lightsaber appeared to grow out of the opening. Gravity took over and the light saber welded the doors together. Sealing off the escape route.

Anakin had shifted the twin of that 'saber into a double handed grip, falling into Djem So – the style he used when he found himself without his blade's pair. Obi-Wan had shifted into the opening stance of his aggressive Soresu.

Within minutes the blaster fire had stopped and they had arrested the Twi'lek Seperatist agent.

"Actually about your question Ani… I think it's something common to our Jedi line."

"Did you ever ask what blessing the Crèche-master spoke over you when you were first received?"

"Yes… It was… 'May you have an interesting life'. She said it's the rarest blessing she gives out."

"I was given that same blessing, so was Master Qui Gon, needless to say… I think you get it, all three of us were trouble magnets. Well we still are but…"

"Obs you know what this means? We weren't blessed! We were cursed!"