No One Liners
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: Scotland, UK
Current Game: SWOTR
As the warm feeling of Brax’s lips on hers slowly melted away, the bright white light surrounding Jasra faded into a glowing yellow streak. A lightsabre, slicing straight towards her head.
With lightning quick reactions, she ducked, the blade swinging harmlessly above her as she dropped into a tuck and rolled away across a softened surface—a training mat, she quickly deduced, but Jasra was still confused as to where she was.
Then, as she was about to rise to her feet, a disturbing sight met her eyes. She froze, horrified by what she saw and screamed just as the lightsabre swung towards her again and struck her in the middle of her back.
Karda swung his lightsabre at the training droid, his blade deflecting off the energy resistant shield. Jumping up over the head of the droid, he turned quickly, then slashed at the head, at which the droid ducked and rolled to evade. Karda continued through with the swing, crouching as he twisted around, coming up right behind the droid and striking it the back. Only when he heard the scream did he realise he wasn’t fighting a droid anymore.
“Jasra?!” he cried out just as she was knocked down with the electrical surge of his training sabre. Quickly extinguishing his sabre, he moved to help her to her feet. “Are you alright?”
Jasra turned and stared at him with horror, then turned back towards the large mirror that covered the one wall of the training room they were in. “I’m a… a…” she stuttered as she stared in shock at her reflection.
She wore a green belted tunic, overlaid with brown leather tabards that hung just below her waist over black trousers neatly tucked into knee-high leather boots. Her hair was a bit shorter, but what caught her eye was the long thin braid that was dangling over her shoulder.
She swallowed hard. “I’m…a Jedi!” she managed to choke out in a hoarse, disgusted whisper.
“Jasra, you’ll have to do better than that if you want to pass your trials,” said a deep voice from behind them.
Immediately, Jasra and Karda both snapped their heads towards the voice.
“Master Verga?” Karda said, somewhat taken back by the presence of his old Master.
Master Verga approached, his brown robes rustling softly in the silence that had befallen the room. He stood for a moment, looking at the two of them with kind brown eyes, before finally motioning for Jasra to rise from the floor.
“You’ve been summoned to appear before the Council, Karda,” Master Verga said to him. “They have a mission for you. And I must tell you that I’m very pleased that they felt my current Padawan is well trained enough to accompany you,” he added, looking at Jasra with pride in his eyes.
Jasra stared blankly at Master Verga. Padawan? His Padawan? How could this be? Then she remembered what The Other had said. He was sending them back in time to where they had been before their encounter with the shards had started. But she hadn’t been a Jedi! This wasn’t her life! How had things changed so much?
“And upon completion of this mission, Jasra, you will be able undertake the trials for Knighthood,” Verga continued. “And, you, Karda, will be eligible to become a Master.”
“Erm…thank you, Master,” Karda said, giving a small but reverent nod of his head, and then elbowing Jasra to do the same.
Master Verga gave the two of them a curious look. “Are you alright?” he asked, directing his question more to Jasra than to Karda. “I sense a great deal of …uncertainty in you.”
Jasra still couldn’t find her voice.
“I’m sure it’s just lingering effects of the blow from the training sabre,” Karda said quickly. He looked at Jasra. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you so hard with it.” Looking again at Master Verga, he said, “If you don’t mind, I’ll escort her to the infirmary, Master. Just to make sure she’s alright.”
Master Verga nodded. “Just don’t be late. You’re to appear before the Council in one hour.”
Karda assured him that they would be there, and with a firm grip on Jasra’s arm, he quickly led her out of the training room and down the corridor.
“What’s happening?” Jasra finally managed to say. “This isn’t where I’m supposed to be! The Other said that…”
“I don’t know,” Karda interrupted her. “But we can find out when we view our records in the infirmary. C’mon.”
“Oh, you have got to be kidding!” Jasra tore her eyes away from the Infirmary computer and looked at Karda. “It says here that I was brought here at age 14, after, and I quote ‘a long spell away from the guidance of any Jedi Master, whereupon she acted upon her darker instincts for her survival. Recommend remedial training and thought reconditioning.’” She frowned. “They brainwashed me!”
Karda was looking at his own record. “It says here that I was with Master Verga when he found you.” His eyes raised, meeting hers. “In Sig’s cantina. Apparently, you were dancing on stage when Master Verga and I recognised you.”
“Oh? And what were you doing on Taris, huh?” Jasra said accusingly.
Karda searched through the file. “Negotiating the release of a Senator who had been kidnapped for ransom by Hedra the Hutt.”
“But…I don’t remember these events?” Jasra said. Then she frowned. “Do you?”
Karda frowned. “Well,” he started, “now that I think about it, I sort of do. But not like I was there. More like, remembering something that I read. Not like a memory of a first-person account.”
Jasra frowned. She didn't remember being brought back to the Jedi Order. Her memories were of a different life... and things that hadn’t yet happened. “Brax,” she whispered. She stared at Karda. “We have to go to Nar Shaddaa,” she said abruptly.
Karda snorted. “No. We have to meet with the Council in twenty minutes. You’re a Jedi now.”
“I’m not,” she said, shaking her head. “Not on the inside.”
“I suggest that you hide your thoughts on that matter, or the Masters on the Council will think you’ve had some sort of ‘relapse’ to your former lifestyle and have you undergo remedial training again,” Karda warned her.
Jasra frowned. Karda was right. She had to play the part of a good little Jedi for the moment, or she would never get to Nar Shaddaa. And Brax. “Fine,” she said with resignation. “Let’s go.”
The two of them left the Infirmary computer station and headed for the Council Chambers, unsure what sort of mission awaited them.
Veni, Vidi, Velcro. (I came, I saw, I stuck around)