SEQUEL TO _Star Wars: The Jedi Reborn_
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Eleven years have passed since The Battle of Endor, and ten since The Battle of Jakku. With the discovery of _The Journal of the Whills_, an anc...
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After a month of watching Tascama suffer constant harassment, Naluma took matters into her own hands. She tailed Ben for an entire day, catching him in a classroom by himself when Tascama passed by, tripping over nothing.
Naluma observed Ben use his levitation powers and heard him laugh at the girl. She remained in the classroom, observing the scene.
Ben lumbered out into the corridor. "Klutzy Tascama. It's a wonder you haven't broken any bones yet. Did you ever get a new datapad? How much are they taking out of your stipend for that? I should have made it unusable, not just cracked it. If Master Fau knew how much you messed up, you'd be sent back home. Can't believe they made you Year Group Leader. What were they thinking?"
Tascama trudged through the hallway, ignoring Ben Solo.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, Rookie. I'm a third-year, and as such, you are required to answer to me," Ben said as he seized her by the shoulders and spun her around.
Tascama, upon the physical contact, kicked him in the shins and ran away. That was enough for Naluma. She ventured into the passageway.
Ben bent over in pain, as blood flowed down his pant legs. "Did you see that, Master Fau? That little first-year kicked me in the shins. I demand you reprimand her."
Naluma sized him up, using the Force to analyze whatever he would let slip in his moment of weakness and pain.
He squirmed under her intense gaze, his face transforming from faked outrage to fear.
"From what I can tell it was self-defense, and long overdue, Ben. Come with me." Naluma grabbed him by the ear and dragged him down the corridor.
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Dragging him by the arm, Naluma escorted Ben to the study and threw him into a chair. She paced the room, deciding what to do with him.
"Master F—"
"Silence. You do not have permission to speak." Naluma rubbed her neck as the knot bunched up again. "I've had it up to here with you, Padawan Solo." She motioned beside her head. "If it were up to me, you'd start your exile today."
