The training room hummed with energy as the sounds of lightsabers clashing echoed against the walls of the Jedi Temple. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting beams of light across the polished floor where Etan-Aplo Dõermir stood, lightsaber ignited in his right hand. Before him, Kiyra, his eager Padawan, was getting ready for her first real challenge in lightsaber training.
“Remember, Kiyra,” Etan instructed, his voice calm and steady.
“It’s not just about hitting the blaster bolts. Focus on your breathing and let the Force guide you.”
“Yes, Master,” Kiyra replied, her green lekku bobbing slightly as she adjusted her stance. She activated her own training lightsaber, its blue blade flickering to life with a satisfying hum. The youthful Twi’lek took a deep breath, centering herself as the training droid hovered nearby, preparing to unleash its barrage.
“Ready!” the droid announced, and in an instant, blaster bolts began to fire in rapid succession.
Kiyra sprang into action, her movements a blend of grace and determination. She deflected the first few bolts with impressive accuracy, the training saber dancing in her hands as she struck back at the droid.
“Good! Stay focused!” Etan called, watching her closely. He felt pride swelling in his chest as Kiyra demonstrated her growing skills, each successful deflection boosting her confidence.
“Take a step to the left!” he shouted as a bolt whizzed past her shoulder, narrowly missing. Kiyra shifted, adjusting her stance and anticipating the next volley.
With newfound focus, she deflected another bolt, the energy rebounding off her blade and striking the droid, causing it to shudder slightly.
“I did it!” she exclaimed, a bright smile lighting up her face.
“Yes, you did!” Etan beamed, feeling the warmth of her joy.
“Now, let’s try increasing the speed. We need to test your reflexes.”
The droid beeped in acknowledgment, accelerating its firing rate. Kiyra’s expression turned serious as she squared her shoulders, her blue blade raised, ready for the challenge. The bolts came at her faster now, and she deflected them with a flurry of movements, each hit resonating with the confidence of a young Jedi.
“Good! Keep your feet moving! Dance with the bolts!” Etan encouraged, his own adrenaline rising as he observed her quickening pace.
But just as Kiyra seemed to be gaining momentum, the training droid’s blasters ceased fire. An alert signal chimed throughout the Temple, echoing off the walls, pulling Etan’s focus away from their session.
His brow furrowed, sensing the urgency in the air.
“What’s happening?” he muttered to himself, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders.
“Kiyra, pause!” he called out, deactivating his lightsaber as he turned towards the comm system built into the wall. The familiar voice of a Temple officer echoed through the chamber.
“Jedi Knight Dõermir, report to the Council Chambers immediately. Your presence is required for an urgent mission briefing.”
Kiyra deactivated her own saber, her brow creasing with concern.
“What’s going on, Master? Is it something serious?”
Etan turned to face her, masking his own apprehension with a reassuring smile.
“I’m not sure yet, but it sounds important. We’ll have to pick this up later, alright?”
“Can I come with you?” Kiyra asked, her eyes wide with enthusiasm and worry.
“I want to help!”
“Not this time,” he replied gently, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“You need to continue your training. This mission is something I must handle alone. I promise I’ll fill you in when I return.”
“But what if it’s dangerous?” she pressed, a note of fear creeping into her voice.
“Every mission carries risk, Kiyra,” Etan said, his tone serious yet calming.
“But I’ll be careful. Remember what we discussed: trust in the Force. Focus on your training while I’m gone. You’re strong, and I need you to be ready for anything.”
Kiyra nodded slowly, though the worry in her eyes lingered.
“Okay, Master. Just promise to come back.”
“Of course,” he replied, giving her a reassuring smile.
“Now, let’s go over what we practiced while I’m away. You’ve got this.”
Kiyra inhaled deeply, nodding as determination replaced her worry. “I’ll keep training, Master. I won’t let you down.”
“Good. I’ll see you soon,” Etan said, turning to leave the training room. The weight of the mission ahead settled in his mind, but he felt a flicker of hope in the strength of his Padawan.
As he walked briskly through the halls of the Temple, he couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever awaited him in the Council Chambers would test not only his skills as a Jedi but the lessons he imparted to Kiyra. He was determined to protect her and guide her, even if the path ahead was fraught with uncertainty.
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