Daheen slipped into the classroom behind the others. They all gathered together while He slipped off to the side by himself.
From high above, on what appeared to most as an invisible floor, Master Blisk, The master for this class walked out in His black Jedi Robes. He had short, wavy, Silver hair. He was a man in his mid-thirties but had grayed early due to stresses from his past.
His Wife and new-born Daughter went missing on a routine space trip to check the edges of the galaxy. He had been with them but at some point they got separated and he awoke later in the arms of his commander with the news that the ship exploded and his wife and daughter were unaccounted for.
He searched for them for a time, but after awhile, he needed to return to the jedi ways, and he let go. No one actually believes he no longer cares. He began wearing black when he lost them, and hasn’t yet stopped. He is still able to do his job and he does it well.
Grogu got rid of the no attachment thing when he first started leading the jedi. He thought it unhealthy to never have love. To never lose love. To never experience love. You are still required to let go every once in a while, but the jedi have been much happier, and thus stronger with their connections.
“Students,” Called Blisk’s smooth voice from above as he walked down the invisible steps, “As I am sure you are all aware, you all have exams coming up.” He hit the bottom and was now standing only a few feet from me, “Today we are going to focus on saber training. You need to combine what you have learned from me previously in order to succeed. I am putting you guys against each other, but you will not be against each other during the test,” He looked at each face before he smiled and said, “You will all be fine. I am going to give each of you some old Beskar armor to wear.” He lifted up a breastplate, “I only have two partial sets so you each have to switch off. The Helmets have a strap under the chin the keep them on,”
Master Blisk, “Why aren’t they shaped like a Mandalorians?”
Blisk looked at the red skinned Togruta girl who had just asked the question, “Because, Ash. The Mandalorians would not approve of us wearing their helmets. They already disapprove of us having and using Beskar at all.” He scanned the room, “No need to push our luck.” His eyes shot towards a tall black haired kid who always wore a permanent scowl. “Kipper, Where is Slazzor?”
Kipper’s mouth turned into a cruel smile, “Expelled Master,”
“Students,” Called Blisk’s smooth voice, “Today, I have set up a series of challenges that are going to force you to tap into the force, use your athletics, and your saber. You guys are in year nine of training so it will be mellowed out compared to what the older students will be expected to do.”
“Master,” Kipper said his arms crossed over his chest, “Do you believe we are uncapable of fighting at the same level as the older students?”
Master Blisk gazed at Kipper, “I believe you are uncapable to fight at the same level as the older students,” He walked so he was face to face with Kipper, “You are far too proud for your age, Kipper. Pride will get you nowhere but out the door,”
Kipper looked straight into the eyes of the Master, “You threatening to expel me too? Like you did to Slazzor?”
“I am giving you a warning. You have potential Kipper. You just need to stop and listen long enough to learn something useful,” Blisk said turning his back to him and walked back towards the armor and lifted it up in his arms.
“Master Blisk,” Kipper called out dropping his arms so they hung at his side and puffing out his chest, “Pair me with the strongest Student in here. I will beat whoever it is, you will see that I am strong,”
Blisk looked up, the Beskar in his arms giving his face a greyish hue, “Daheen, You will be against Kipper,”
Daheen turned wide-eyed towards Master Blisk as Kipper gazed at him down the bridge of his nose,
Kipper scoffed, “Master I said strongest,”
Blisk handed me my set of armor before he shoved the rest into Kipper’s arms, “I have approved your request. Daheen is the strongest in this class,”
Master Blisk crossed the room and I caught his arm as he passed. He looked at my hand gripping the sleeves of his robes.
“Master Blisk,” Daheen glanced at Kipper who was putting his armor on and tightening the straps. He swallowed hard, “I think you have the wrong student,”
Blisk looked Daheen in the eyes, “No Daheen, I don’t think I do,”
He gently pried Daheen’s hand off of him. He looked at the Beskar at his feet and shakily put it on. He tightened the helmet strap but the helmet didn’t fit right due to the horns atop his head. He then pulled on the knee, elbow and wrist guards, and then the breast plate.
When both Kipper and Daheen were fully armored, we ignited our lightsabers. Daheen’s hilt was made of Electrum. A gold metal that caught the light as he twisted the dual ended saber in his hands. The hilt had what could be described as a lightning bold shape. The color of the plasma was a bright yellow.
Kippers saber was matte black and the plasma was orange.
Blisk waved his hand and holes in the wall opened up and spit out floating platforms. Two small ones floated right up to them and they climbed on as the floor fell away leaving enough space for the rest of the students and Master Blisk to stand.
“Your going down, Zabrak!” Kipper Growled.
Daheen swallowed hard as lump formed in his throat. As hard as he tried, it wouldn’t dislodge itself and stayed stuck.
We were a few feet apart now, the platforms moving, constantly changing our surroundings.
“Lightsabers ready?” Called Mater Blisk, “Begin once your ready.” He paused for minute and neither one of them moved, “That means now.” He stated.
Kippers jumped up and flipped gracefully across the space that had separated them. He landed on the platform next to Daheen, who eyes wide, quickly began jumping from platform to platform as Kipper followed in hot pursuit. Daheen turned and swung hard at Kipper with his saber who blocked it effortlessly.
“You watching this Master?” Kipper called
“Oh yes,” Said Master Blisk watching with a half smirk on his face.
Kipper looked back to where Daheen had been stand just seconds before. He looked around bewildered trying to spot his opponent who was now spinning around on a platform that was vertical and out of Kippers view. Kipper walked cautiously around the platforms going from one to another looking around each corner, his frustration rising. He turned to head back the other way but standing in his path was Daheen, lightsaber pointing at Kipper’s chest.
Kipper lifted his hands above his head and scowled at Daheen who was breathing hard his adrenaline beginning to wear off.
“Kipper,” Blisk called, “Are you aware of what you did wrong?”
Kipper relaxed as Daheen retracted his weapon and returned it to his belt. “I lost him,” Kipper said through gritted teeth.
“Yes, but you lost him because you failed to feel him,” Blisk said
Some people scrunched up their faces in disgust, others nodded their heads in understanding.
“You didn’t reach out through the force to see where he went after you lost him either.” He waved the platform back to wards him and kipper and Daheen began to move slowly back to the ground, “You were too eager to show me you could beat him that you failed to do so.” They were just mere feet from the ground now, “That is why Daheen came out victorious, and beat you,”
At this Kipper lost it, and with a hard shove sent Daheen over the edge of the platform and falling into what seemed to be a bottomless pit below.
Daheen could feel the wind ripping through his clothes and was bracing for the impact that he was sure would kill him.