He laughed for a second, then drowned himself in a grimace.
"If you do decide to clamp down... let the bolt fly from the barrel... be sure of it."
I stared into his eyes, and an judgement stared back.
"Because you can't take it back."
"Maybe I should stick with the saber." I responded, clamping tighter on the blaster's grip as I holstered it.
Burst chuckled again then sighed.
"Your Jedi weapon can be used for defense, this one... not so much. It's pretty much instant."
Suddenly, he flicked his blaster to the stun setting, pointing it to my chest.
I tensed up.
Was this a test?
"If it looks like a fire fight's about to flare up, are you willing to be the guy who keeps the gun at his belt?" he pushed further, squinting. "We all like to say we're that guy, but well... look at us."
As Burst droned on, my hand crept closer to the blaster at my belt.
"Look at who gets to live, and who gets left behind. We can't help what we are."
Suddenly, I quickdrew the weapon, and Burst's pupils vanished into an empty void.
"Bewwzzzt!"
"Thump!"
With a flash of blue light, numbness flickered through my muscles, and I fell back into blackness.
Burst
'Sorry, sorry, sorry... SORRY!' I screamed internally.
"Aghhh, sorry kid, you scared me." I muttered painfully, crouching down to dust him off. "Should be fine in an hour or two."
"Bzzzttt..."
I clenched a fist in shock, watching in shock as commander Boltreaver's armored chest spark with blue electricity.
Suddenly, his eyelids flickered for a second.
'Ah, maybe only a few minutes...'
As for who was more stunned between the two of us, I wasn't sure.
But really, there was no reason to be surprised.
'You can't help what you are.'
The nightmare festered behind my inhibited face, whispering dark truths I already knew.
"Burst, only I am required to discipline my student."
My chest buckled, jolting with shame.
Having returned from her quiet meditation, the blue-eyed general stared me down in all my guilty glory.
"Forgive me, General, I just...." I started.
"I am not the one to ask for forgiveness." she remarked distantly, summoning two stone seats for each of us. "Nor am I the one to cast judgement."
"That's... not the attitude I remember." I chuckled, gritting my teeth as I sat begrudgingly beside her. "You said you'd court-martial me."
"An empty threat." she remarked, expressionless. "I hoped it would help you find your way. Perhaps I succeeded."
"You got lucky." I laughed, genuinely this time. Yet my expression hardened again when I spotted a weathered gravestone to our west. "Which is more than I can say for these poor souls."
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The Weakest Jedi
Fanfiction*OC version of The Weakest Jedi.* The story of a young boy and his foolish dream. Born into the hellish underworld of Coruscant, Zevon was found by the Jedi at a young age and welcomed into the order. There's a slight problem, though... Zevon's forc...
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