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She was undoubtedly one of the most talented initiates in her group. In the whole temple even. When the other youglings looked at Lexxa Lysk they saw someone with a high chance of become the padawan of a great Jedi knight or even a Master though Force new that none of the council members where considering padawan's, haven't considered taking on a learner for a while actually. And that Friday was no different. Everyone saw a talented classmate, not the nervous wreck the girl really was.
The small class of young initiates of about 6 to eight years of standard age settled against the back wall of a small training room. This was Lexxa's first year out of the crèche and in an initiate group. She liked living in a dormitory with her age mates rather then being packed in with children as young as one and a half standard years of age who had only recently learned to walk. But that day was testing day. The group had just learned their first hand-to-hand combat kata. And now they would be performing it, one by one. In front of the whole class.
Lexxa was a friendly girl. IN the crèche she had been known as outgoing. But she wasn't big on friends these days. Even though she had only been out of the crèche for four months she had already earned her place in a small corner. Partly because her classmates envied her and partly because a loner like quality had started to peek through in her personality. She was content in curling up with datapad and writing rather then chatting with a large group of friends.
Now the six-year-old girl sat at the end of the line with her back against the wall. Her brown hair was pulled up into a high pony tail. Her black eyes were alerted and darted to the master who had just entered the class. The group of younglings jumped to their feet and bowed, chorusing a "Good morning Master Andes" in the process. They retook their seats and Lexxa went back to fidgeting with the folds of her tunic.
"Victor Arbatskii."
A huminoid boy with a shock of blond curls that were outlined with black jumped from his seat and stumbled to the middle of the floor.
Lexxa watched him with partial attention. She was more interested in her own thoughts. It was rather a shock when she herd her name being called and saw a that a Twi'lek gir, Anisia, was retreating back to her seat.
Lexxa stumbled to her feat and advanced to the middle of the floor.
"Ready stance for your Kata."
She took the ready stance with her feet at should4er width and her arms were spread out slightly so that they were parallel to her legs/ "Son-Ghom 3, Master."
"Begin."
She took one breath and then started the kata. Lexxa stepped forward with her left foot and executed a knife hand strike. Then in a fluid motion changed it to a double block. As she went on the movements became automatic. She kept her breathing even as she counted her beat. Front Kick. Round Kick. Knife Hand Low. Knife Hand High. Punch. Punch, Spin. Spear Hand. Spear Hand. Step and Low Block. Punch. Jump Front Kick. Punch. Step with the other foot and Low Block. Punch. Left Jump Front Kick. Step and strike. Backfist. Spin and strike. Backfist. Repeat first six moves backwards. Stop!
Lexxa froze and then after a moments pause straightened and bowed. She looked toward the master with anxious yes. "Good. You may return to your seat, young one." Lexxa breathed a sigh of relief. She had passed.
A/N: Umm yes this was just sor of an intro chapter but please reveiw anyways! Thanks :)