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Cakey Chapter 4

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Travis was a brilliant master, however he was often looked down on by the council; according to them, Travis expressed his emotions too much.

"When I first started out," he continued, sitting down with me one day after during a break between sparring, "I was apparently really dark and cryptic. More often than not, I had people accusing me of being a Sith.

"Even my hero, Bastilla, acknowledged my presence as barely tolerable, saying that I was a huge mass of darkness. But I ignored all those comments and continued on admiring her and my training as if I hadn't heard a word." Travis's face lit up when I told him what I thought about him.

"You're a great teacher," I said, fiddling nervously with a loose strand of hair. "I see you as inspiration rather than a nuisance. There is much I can learn from you."

I said those words to myself again in my mind. The damned Jedi training was getting to me.

Travis smiled and stood back up, extending a green hand to me. "I'm glad to see that one person in the galaxy thinks that."

I took his hand and he pulled me up. He took out his light sabre and I picked my training blade up from the ground. I stood in a defensive stance and Travis tilted his head; he often did this when he wanted to try something new.

"Let's see how you're offensive is," he lit his blue light sabre and moved his stance into a defensive position.

I hesitated. It was something I hadn't been looking forward to, mainly due to the fact that I had never really needed to attack anything in my life. My father had taught me the basics; when in a fight, defend yourself, and only fight back if necessary; but other than that, my mind went completely blank.

Travis, seeing the dismay in my eyes, sighed and dropped his stance. He lowered his light sabre until the top of the blade was just scorching the white concrete floors. "You're kidding me right?" He asked, turning off his light sabre and advancing towards me.

I shook my head. I had no idea how to attack someone.

Travis knelt down so his eyes were parallel from mine. I looked into the gracious yellow eyes that seemed to captivate and trap me in that very moment. I seemed lost in a world of yellow, like the Dantooine I used to know.

He examined mine for a long time before rising and walking back to his spot, resuming his defence position. "You are good at masking you're feelings young one, with the exceptions of those towards Pat..."

It took me a moment to catch on. "Shen?" I asked confused and only just coming back to reality. "What feelings do I have for Shen other than those a sister has for a brother?"

Travis smiled. "Ahh... I see now," he continued, still in his defence position, "reach deep inside you. Feel you're emotions."

"But master, a Jedi's suppose..."

"Just this once."

I closed my eyes. Across the room I could hear the faint hum of Travis's light sabre and nothing else, but that sound slowly faded as I found myself digging into my heart, looking upon emotions that I thought I had overcome.

Anger...

I was angry with myself; with my father; but more importantly, with mother.

She'd left my father a mess. He'd stopped shaving after she left and by the time he'd died, he had a long brown beard running down in front of him that had the appearance that it could be home to numerous forms of wildlife.

She'd left me without a mother. I grew up in a male dominant house with the only woman being the weekly house keeper Diane, but she eventually died of Kinrath poisoning and was only there for 3 years of my life.

Sadness...

I was sad that Shen was going through something similar to what I did.

Since we'd arrived on Dantooine, Shen had been moderately cool and calm; he'd acted like nothing had happened, but every time I looked into those blue sullen eyes, I saw the emotions that he kept hidden under his confident shell. He was desperate, and I knew he was always planning some extravagant way of getting his mother back; from bursting in there, blasters all armed and ready to offering a peace offering in the form of a Kath hound's head, mounted like a trophy.

And the final emotion I felt was...

Love...

But where this emitted from, I was unsure. All I knew is that I desperately wanted that one emotion back in my life...

I opened my eyes and glared at Travis; anger dominating my systems and erasing any aspect of sadness or love. I lifted my training blade and charged at him; my head low so I could gather speed to perform a strong attack.

Travis anticipated my move and easily stopped the blade from striking him on the head with one swift more of his light sabre. I pulled the blade back and swung at him again, anger filling my system even more as rage built up. Each time, my blade was stopped by the blue beam of light; each time my anger grew slowly.

That was until a wave of grief and sadness took over. Travis blocked my finally swing, and I dropped the blade to the floor, dropping to my knees slowly behind it. I lifted my hands to my face and cried, tears trickling down my hands and landing on the blade of my training blade.

"I'm sorry master," I continued, my voice muffled by my hands and interrupted by my sobs, "I should never have let anger control me."

I heard Travis's light sabre's hum die. He knelt down in front of me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You did well Jakkie. Think about what you have learnt."

His hand moved from my shoulder and he got up. I peeked from my hands just in time to see him leave the room, his lekku trailing behind him.

I was unsure about what he had meant. You did well... No I didn't, I replied, his voice echoing in my head, I lashed out at you in anger. And then I realised what this had been. It had been a test, to see if I would easily succumb to my emotions, but like all damned Jedi, Travis had made me some to that conclusion using my own knowledge.

I glared at the door, but did nothing.

"Thank you," I said silently to the dark quiet room, finally realising what being a Jedi was all about...

"Ahh..." Shen yawned, stretching his arms as if trying to reach the ceiling. He looked over and saw me, still in bed. "What are you...?"

"I was given the day off," I continued, picking up a data pad from the side table, "Mical suggested that I use this day to explore Dantooine. He also said that if I were to come across it, I explore the fabled Crystal caves."

Shen chuckled, "You're starting to sound more and more that that blonde freak every day."

I looked at him, my eyes wide. "I know! It's freaking me out." I put the data pad down and got up. "How'd you like to come with me?" I asked, slipping my feet into my boots and eyeing off the refresher.

"Hmm... Go with you and get Kinrath poisoning while searching for some 'fake' cave or..." he continued, putting his finger to his chin while deciding on the best second choice, "Stay here and track down that Tetriana chick..."

I rolled my eyes. "You're still obsessed with her?" I asked rhetorically, "I'm sure she's got better things to do than go prancing around with you."

Shen glared at me. He got up and ran into the refresher.

"Schutta!" I yelled, hoping he could hear. He obviously did for I could hear him laughing hysterically at me... though, the reason eluded me.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Come in!" I called, quickly wrapping my dressing gown around me.

The door opened and I turned to find Mara, bright eyed and bushy tailed, standing there in cargo pants and a loose tee. Her hair was tied up in a high pony tail and her boots were replaced with low-grade cheep sneakers.

"Good mornin'." She said, dancing in and taking a seat next to me on my bed. Her cheerfulness seemed to fade when she found me inadequately dressed. "You're not planning on scouting in you're pjs are you?"

I nodded, "Oh yeah. No kinrath would want to touch me with this ensemble."

Mara laughed and looked to Shen's bed. "Where's sleepy?"

"In my refresher." I replied just as Shen walked out.

He gave me a look and then turned to Mara, saying good morning to her with a wave. I got up and stole the refresher, quickly getting changed and brushing my hair, not knowing what the day had install.

"So you're 25?" I asked after hearing Mara reply to Shen's question about her age.

She nodded, her long legs seeming to float on the grass. "How old are you two?"

"We're both 15." I replied, feeling small compared to her advanced age.

Shen coughed and elbowed me in the rib. "I hate to inform you but I am now 16."

I looked at him, confused. "You can't be, you're birthday's a few months away."

Shen raised an eyebrow. "Has you're training messed with your perception of time that much? We've been on Dantooine for almost 3 months, and my birthday is today."

I ran over the figures in my head. Mira had been kidnapped in the seventh month of Nar Shadda, which is equivalent to the 2nd month of Dantooine, so that means... I shook my head, discovering that my perception of time had really been effected by my training. But I wasn't going to admit defeat. "You're a liar. I would of remembered if it was you're birthday."

Shen took a step back as if he had been wounded. "Ouch Cakey, I knew you're training had made you cold but I didn't think you'd be that brutal." He recovered himself and continued, "today is the 9th day of the 5th month of Dantooine. If we were on Nar Shadda, it'd be the 17th of the 9th, aka, the day I was born 16 years ago."

I stared at him, flabbergasted. "I guess I'll take your word for it." I walked ahead of him and Mara, almost at a jogging pace. I knew they were following, but they were purposely dragging behind; probably to give me some time to recover from the previous embarrassment. I didn't know where I was going but I felt an urge to run forward, into a small group of Blba trees. I made my way through them, their coarse bark and sharp branches scratching at my skin... and there it was...

The Crystal Cave.

I could feel the force of those who'd previously visited flooding inside its walls as I walked in. The place was illuminated by a number of different coloured, glowing crystals. Purple, like the walls of my old room; green, like Travis on a particularly thrilling day; and yellow, like the glow of Dantooine's setting sun that engulfed my father's life as he sat on the porch, watching and waiting for my mother's return.

I walked further into the cage, glade that I came across no hostility. There was a fairly large cabin at the far side of the cave, filled with every colour of the rainbow. But there was one colour I longed for.

Viridian: The colour of my mother's light sabre and my father's dreams. Well, that's what he told me.

I searched the walls, finding every colour except the one I longed for. But there was one colour that I found myself staring at for an incredibly long time. One that I thought was impossible to wield in a light sabre... Silver: Shen's all time favourite colour.

I knelt down and picked up the smooth, rounded crystal. It was the only one of its kind and it sat in my hands, illuminating them with its strange and eerie glow. I shoved it into my pocket and stood up, continuing my search.

Up high, hanging from a small cliff, sat the item of my interest. I looked around for some sort of foot holds, granting my path up to the forbidding crystal. There was no possible way of getting it... unless...

"Ahem."

I swung around, staring in the direction of the voice. But no-one was there. I scanned the cave, looking for the little anomalies that stealth field generators gave off but found none of the sort. I slowly turned back around, looking up at the crystal. But it was gone.

My heart sank as I frantically climbed onto a rough boulder of crystals at the base of the small cliff. It was till to high for me to see as I reached up, clenching onto the soft, clammy edge of the cliff. I tried to pull myself up, but with no success. Instead, I slowly reached over the cliff, searching with my fingers for the item of my desire.

My hand found a pentagonal prism's smooth face and I desperately tried to clasp it in my hand.

But something, or someone, kicked the crystal away and stepped on my hand.

I screamed, the scream echoing throughout the cabin and into the many tunnels arriving to it. I tried to see the face of my saboteur but I only caught a glimpse of a hooded figure. Under their hood, I saw them grin at me wickedly, as they lifted their foot off my hand and kicked me down.

As my head came into contact with the rough rock floor, I couldn't help but think that I had seen that wicked grin somewhere before, but that thought was quickly wiped from my mind as I spiralled into an unconscious state.
Two mini stories. Easily titled More like a Jedi and Crystal Caves.

Prologue: [link]
Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: Viewing.
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: [link]
Chapter 8: [link]
Chapter 9: [link]
Chapter 10: Working on.
Chapter 11: After Chapter 10.
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