Sha’di slumped down against the far wall with Lan, breathing hard as sweat dripped down his face and back.
“That was hard-core, Sha’di,” Lan said, his chest rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath, “You been practicing without me?”
Sha’di looked over at Lan gasping for air as the next pairing began their session. The lightsabers clashing as they made contact, “Every night for the last week. Of course you were supposed to train with me.”
“Hey,” Lan said cutting him off, “I had important business to attend to,” He crossed his arms over his chest fighting a smile.
Sha’di leaned closer to him so he was inches from lans ear and whispered, “I am not sure the council would see sneaking around the temple with a girl at all hours of the night to be important business,”
Lan’s Yellow skin brightened as he laughed nervously, “You know?”
Sha’di smirked as he pulled his jacket back on over his bare, sweaty chest, “You have never been subtle, Lan,”
He narrowed his eyes and mumbled, “The force is too strong with this one.”
Sha’di’s eyes flickered across the room where and young Padawan rushed in through a side door and approached Master Twask. Twask is an old, yet athletic Human. She was usually called when someone had sustained an injury that could potentially be life-threatening and need the expertise of force healing, a complex power that took many years of additional training to obtain.
The young Padawan corresponded with the Master for several seconds before Master Twask called, “Class dismissed, please return to either your dorms or the Gym. Unless otherwise stated, classes will resume like normal.” Both her and the Padawan rushed out the door the Padawan had originally entered through.
“Someone must be hurt,” Lan said stating the obvious.
Sha’di’s eyes stayed pinned to the door as the other students, collected their stuff grumbling about the lost practice.
“Ya,” he muttered, “but who?” Sha’di stood up and followed the stream of students as they exited the training room. The Halls were in chaos as other classes were cancelled and the students filed out of the doors on all sides.
Lan and Sha’di weaved their way through the crowds until they reached the elevator. Upon seeing the long line they decided to just take the stairs.
Shad’di and Lan went down a few flights before they ended up moseying down the stairs following a slow group of chattering students.
“He had it coming,” Said a boy near the back of the group.
A girl turned and looked at the boy, “You a hater-” She glanced around quickly and upon spotting Sha’di and Lan, whispered into the ears of a girl next to her who turned quickly and gave the others a warning look.
“ Hater?” Sha’di asked raising an eyebrow at her, “Hater of what?”
She bit her lip and looked away, a dark look crossing her face.
Sha’di Moved closer to the railing and hoped on it sliding past the group and landing gracefully in front of them. Hindering them from going any further, Lan at their backs.
“Hater of what?” he asked again resting his hand on the hilt of his saber with no intention of using it.
Their eyes fell on the saber and a kid near the front said quickly before anyone could stop him, "The Zabrak, Daheen I think his name is,”
Sha’di’s eyes widened. He glanced up at Lan who was shaking his head slowly.
He grabbed the kids shoulders, “where is he?”
The kids lip trembled as he stammered, “They moved him to the ground level,”
Sha’di ran to the railing and threw himself over the top of it and plummeted towards the ground below. The wind whistled through his ears as the floor grew closer with every passing second.
Using the force to catch himself at the last second he rolled with the momentum and sprang to his feet and through the door. His heart felt panicky as he sprinted down the dark hall. Sha’di felt claustrophobic as he reached the end of the hall and stopped at the old, worn, door that led the what we referred to as the infirmary.
He was about to knock when someone from inside called, “Sah’di, You may enter,”
The door creaked as Sha’di pushed it open far enough for him to fit through.
His breath caught as he laid my eye upon Daheen. He was bloody and bruised. He had a large chuck of his front horn missing and his nose was sitting at an odd angle as Master Twask Hovered her hands mere inches above his mangaled body. She was deep in concentration, Her brows furrowed and beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Sha’di’s heart fell into his feet as he fell to his knees. Daheen was still breathing but just barely. Sha’di heard someone enter behind him, but his mind felt like a pit of darkness. Nothing breached the darkness. All sounds faded to nothing as he stared at my knees. he felt helpless to help him.
He felt a hand upon his shoulder and looked over to see who had touched him. Venag’i, Daheen’s Master was standing over him. Seeing her snapped Sha’di out of the pit of darkness and he was collected again as she left him to tend to her Padawan. Sha’di watched in silence from the ground.
“Oh, Daheen,” She said as she brushed her hand over his forehead. She then turned to Master Grogu who was standing a short ways behind her. “Master Grogu,” She asked leaveing her hand on Daheens forehead, “How bad is it? What happened?”
“Venag’i,” Master Grogu chided, “Daheen was shoved off a platform. He fell for a long time. Master Blisk,” He said waving a hand at a man leaning against a wall his arms crossed over his chest as he gazed at Daheen’s mangled body, “well, he was able to slow his fall, not all the way, but enough to hopefully avoid death.”
Venag’i was kneeling next to Daheen’s bed grasping his hand. She then kissed it gently and stood. “I should go attend to my next class. My students still need me,”
She walked out of the room quickly and Master Grogu followed her with his eyes. “Poor Venag’i,” He muttered then looked at Blisk, “What about you? You going back to your class or staying here?”
Blisk pushed off the wall and walked toward Daheen’s bedside, “It is my duty to teach, so I will teach.” He stroked Daheen’s head once then turned and walked past Sha’di out of the room. His cloak billowing behind him.
“And you, Sha’di?” Master Grogu asked.
Sha’di looked at his friend. He couldn’t do anything for him. As much as he wished he could, yet he couldn’t imagine leaving him. “If it is alright with you, Master. I would like to stay with him.”
Grogu nodded his head slightly and said, “Very well. That is a sign of true friendship.” Then he too, swept out of the room, leaving Sha’di with Master Twask and Daheen.