Title: Analogy of Conviction
Author: Anaika Skywalker
Author's Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It all belongs to George Lucas, I just like to play in his universe once and a while. However Anaika is my creation.
Chapter Twelve: The Rematch
Qui-Gon headed towards the training room, he'd left Anaika mediating in their apartment while he visited the archives. On returning he'd found her gone, word had reached him that his Padawan was dueling with Mace Windu. A rematch it seemed. When Anaika had been blind, Windu had embarrassed her in front of her peers. Though she didn't hold a grudge, or sort revenge. However the temptation to spar with the swordsman was one she hadn't given up on. Yet after what had happened early hours of that morning weren't forgotten. She shouldn't have been doing this. Not at this point.
When he walked into the training room, he found not only Master Yoda watching the proceedings, but a number of Jedi and apprentice's. "Master," he greeted quietly.
"Stronger your Padawan has become," the little green Jedi Master observed. "Learned much she has. Nearly ready for the trails, she is."
Qui-Gon saw his apprentice slip easily from one form of lightsaber technique to another. Keeping Windu on his toes. Anaika fought with power and strength, as well as speed and cunning. She out thought and out maneuvered the Jedi Master. The clash of lightsabers was fast and furious, neither seemed to be tiring nor appeared to be. Holding everyone's attention in the training room.
Then it was all over and Windu's lightsaber was in Anaika's hand and the Jedi Master lay sprawled on the training room floor. She twirled his purple blade along with her own in perfect harmony, until she settled in a ready stance. The other Jedi regarding her with strong admiration and respect all, which she was due.
Yoda tapped his gimmer stick. "Fought well you have young Skywalker."
She relaxed her stance and switched off both blades. "Thank you, Master," she hooked her own weapon to her belt.
Mace Windu stood and held out his hand. "Well done, young one."
She gave him his weapon. "Thank you Master Windu." Anaika turned towards her Master. Her attention caught that of a Padawan to his left, a tall young man with brown hair and a lopsided grin. His eye sparkled a honey brown. His shoulders were broad so even the Jedi attire didn't diminish his build. She expected he was well toned all over, by the ripple of muscle beneath his tunics. Blushing a little at her own thoughts.
Qui-Gon joined his Padawan, seeing her expression. "It's not polite to stare little one."
She blinked, shaking it off. "Sorry Master," she apologized, and then asked. "Who is the apprentice standing to Master Yoda's far left?"
He looked. "Jarrad Solo, Master Kia Talow's apprentice. You don't remember him?" he queried and saw her shake her head. "You both had Master Yoda for lightsaber techniques, he's a few years older then you."
"We all change as we grown older Master," she reminded.
"Yes Ani we do," he agreed, seeing she'd finally come to terms with what had happened. She'd finally put the reality they had come from behind them. Now they were truly home. "Come, Master Yoda is sending us to Alderaan."
"Yes Master," she followed him out, glancing back once to see Jarrad acknowledge her with a small bow of his head. She returned it and hurried after her Master, a smile on her lips. She had a feeling she hadn't seen the last of Jarrad Solo. For now though the mission to Alderaan would possible give her the chance to see another handsome young man. Who was nothing like Jarrad Solo. For now the future was unwritten and the past was gone. What lay a head was a path she would walk not alone as she'd first thought.
Author's Note: Though Analogy of Conviction finishes here it's not complete, there is more to come in the Sequel 'Hand Of Fate'. So please review and let me know if I should continue.
Author: Anaika Skywalker
Author's Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It all belongs to George Lucas, I just like to play in his universe once and a while. However Anaika is my creation.
Chapter Twelve: The Rematch
Qui-Gon headed towards the training room, he'd left Anaika mediating in their apartment while he visited the archives. On returning he'd found her gone, word had reached him that his Padawan was dueling with Mace Windu. A rematch it seemed. When Anaika had been blind, Windu had embarrassed her in front of her peers. Though she didn't hold a grudge, or sort revenge. However the temptation to spar with the swordsman was one she hadn't given up on. Yet after what had happened early hours of that morning weren't forgotten. She shouldn't have been doing this. Not at this point.
When he walked into the training room, he found not only Master Yoda watching the proceedings, but a number of Jedi and apprentice's. "Master," he greeted quietly.
"Stronger your Padawan has become," the little green Jedi Master observed. "Learned much she has. Nearly ready for the trails, she is."
Qui-Gon saw his apprentice slip easily from one form of lightsaber technique to another. Keeping Windu on his toes. Anaika fought with power and strength, as well as speed and cunning. She out thought and out maneuvered the Jedi Master. The clash of lightsabers was fast and furious, neither seemed to be tiring nor appeared to be. Holding everyone's attention in the training room.
Then it was all over and Windu's lightsaber was in Anaika's hand and the Jedi Master lay sprawled on the training room floor. She twirled his purple blade along with her own in perfect harmony, until she settled in a ready stance. The other Jedi regarding her with strong admiration and respect all, which she was due.
Yoda tapped his gimmer stick. "Fought well you have young Skywalker."
She relaxed her stance and switched off both blades. "Thank you, Master," she hooked her own weapon to her belt.
Mace Windu stood and held out his hand. "Well done, young one."
She gave him his weapon. "Thank you Master Windu." Anaika turned towards her Master. Her attention caught that of a Padawan to his left, a tall young man with brown hair and a lopsided grin. His eye sparkled a honey brown. His shoulders were broad so even the Jedi attire didn't diminish his build. She expected he was well toned all over, by the ripple of muscle beneath his tunics. Blushing a little at her own thoughts.
Qui-Gon joined his Padawan, seeing her expression. "It's not polite to stare little one."
She blinked, shaking it off. "Sorry Master," she apologized, and then asked. "Who is the apprentice standing to Master Yoda's far left?"
He looked. "Jarrad Solo, Master Kia Talow's apprentice. You don't remember him?" he queried and saw her shake her head. "You both had Master Yoda for lightsaber techniques, he's a few years older then you."
"We all change as we grown older Master," she reminded.
"Yes Ani we do," he agreed, seeing she'd finally come to terms with what had happened. She'd finally put the reality they had come from behind them. Now they were truly home. "Come, Master Yoda is sending us to Alderaan."
"Yes Master," she followed him out, glancing back once to see Jarrad acknowledge her with a small bow of his head. She returned it and hurried after her Master, a smile on her lips. She had a feeling she hadn't seen the last of Jarrad Solo. For now though the mission to Alderaan would possible give her the chance to see another handsome young man. Who was nothing like Jarrad Solo. For now the future was unwritten and the past was gone. What lay a head was a path she would walk not alone as she'd first thought.
Author's Note: Though Analogy of Conviction finishes here it's not complete, there is more to come in the Sequel 'Hand Of Fate'. So please review and let me know if I should continue.