Jedi Training - Gone Horribly Wrong!
Atton Rand, Mira, Bao-Dur, and Mical the Disciple gathered around the Jedi Exile Andria Treylve in the cargo hold on the Ebon Hawk. The cargo hold is now being used as a training room to learn their daily lessons of the Jedi. They stood silent listening what lectures their Master has to say. Andria Treylve took it upon herself to train these Force-Sensitive beings with much knowledge she can show them.
“Now that you are now Jedi and listened to the calling of the Force sing to you, you will begin to learn Jedi techniques.” Andria announced. “Everyone thinks that a lightsaber is a Jedi’s only weapon - that’s not true. You can use everything at your disposal.” She paused for a moment letting her words hang in the air. “I know that everyone has learned how to fight using a lightsaber but what would happen if one is disarmed? That’s right, you only have the Force and pure fighting instinct to back you up. For today’s lesson we don’t need lightsabers just our fists and feet. So go hang them up.” She said pointing to the rack behind her.
Everyone walked to hang up their lightsabers. Atton looked bored to death and was calulating Pazaak cards in his mind, Mira was daydreaming how simple bounty hunting was, Bao-Dur and Mical stood at attention and admired their teacher. Mical and Bao-Dur might be thinking of something else though… maybe something preverted…
“Look, I need you guys to really focus for this lesson. Put some effort in it! This is very important!” Andria said.
“Sure, that’s what you said the last time about meditation. What’s the whole point in that!? We just sat down for hours on the cold, hard floor emptying our minds while our butts get sore!” Atton complained.
Andria lowered her head and sighed. “Do you think learning the ways of the Force is boring? Fine! Then maybe I shouldn’t bother educating you!”
“It’s not that boring, not really. It’s just that you’re sound like Kreia! Can’t you just mix it up some? Your teachings are interesting… in ‘kills us slowly to death’, sort of way.” Mira said defending Atton.
“Then I suggest you both pay attention!” Mical snapped at Atton and Mira. He turned to Andria. ”I accept your teachings with grace and honor, Master Andria. You have many qualities worthy of respect and a strength that matches your beauty. I always enjoyed your lessons and try my best to be as skilled as you.” He said to Andria, bowing to her and kissing her hand as Andria blushed. “Well, I don’t know what to say, Mical. You are my best student after *all* and quite a gentleman at best.” She stole a look at Atton who is begining to get steamed. She then planted a kiss on Mical’s cheek.
“Alright, you two. Enough with that. Andria teach us the lesson before I pound Mical’s face to the ground.” Atton said trying to restain himself into forming a fist and driving it in Mical’s face.
Mira is getting entertained by the show. “That’s what I’m talking about - something I can use,” She mused happily to herself. “How to make a man jealous. Interesting. Very interesting. This might be the best lesson yet.”
“Okay then. Nice to see Atton finally paying attention at last.” She grinned at Atton while he scowled. She grabbed some target pads. “Bao-Dur hold these target pads and put them on.” Andria stood in front of Bao-Dur, put her hands up, and got into the ready position. “There are many forms of combat I have to teach you. So the lesson here today is to keep on fighting no matter how badly hurt you are or how many distractions are there to disturb you. I’ll punch and kick at Bao-Dur while the distracter pushes and pulls me out of the way. Atton, you’ll be the distracter.”
Atton stands right behind Andria and puts his hands on Andria’s slim waist. He smirked and stuck out a tongue at Mical, who was disappointed he wasn’t chosen.
“Atton, do whatever you can to make me not to hit Bao-Dur. Mical and Mira watch closely and make mental notes on this.”
“Got it,” Mical beamed brightly at Andria as he whipped out a datapad from his pocket and began to take notes. “Please continue for I wish to learn ever so much by the Jedi Master.”
“Pretty boy thinks he’s a teacher’s pet.” Atton snorted.
“Oh yeah? Well Atton, at least I’m younger and faster at learning than you. Need I remind you have a pretty short attention span than most people? Or did you know that already?” Mical said.
“Mical, if Andria wasn’t here right now, I would have gladly broken your nose and made you eat your words. You are the lowest scum in the galaxy that brings filith where ever you go. Besides you’re a skirt.” Atton said.
“I am not a skirt and I do not wear them, ruffian!” Mical said angrily as he took a step forward.
“Boys, I will not tolerate this behavior on this ship! Especially in this room!” Andria said putting her hands on her hips. ”Another outburst like that and I will put your sorry butts in the corner like I did to HK and T3.” Andria screamed pointing at HK-47 and T3-M4 in the far corner of the room.
“Statement: I believe I hate all meatbags and including the Master as in right now.” HK hissed.
T3 chirped in agreement. Then he beeped about this being HK’s fault.
“Statement: What do you mean it’s my fault, pesky droid? You’re the one who shut me down for five fracking years!”
“Hey, you two keep it down there. You’re being punished, remember? Unless you prefer something even more unbearable?” Andria asked.
“Answer: Oh, no Master. We are two happy droids being good sitting in a corner.” Then HK muttered, “Meatbag.”
“Excuse me? What did you say to me?”
“Hesitant Answer: Uh…Nothing Master. Ignore that. Just saying you’re a nice human. A good female human who wouldn’t dismember my parts and sell them to other meatbags without a second thought.”
“That’s what I thought you said,” Andria turned to Atton and Mical. “So are you two going to be good Jedi students or what?”
“Yes, Master. Please forgive us for our rather rash and unnecessary actions. I promise it will not happen again.” Mical begged as he bowed low while Atton snorted again. Mical looked up at Atton and kicked him in the groin. Atton bent down low feeling himself.
“Owww!” Atton gasped as air escaped from his body. “I’ll get you for this Mical. Mark my words, you no good son of a schutta!” He snarled as he smacked Mical upside his head.
“As you can see, Master,” Mical began, trying hard not to grin. “We both want to get back to our lesson now with no more interruptions. That’s why we are bowing to you.”
“Very well. Thank you for agreeing on something for once. Like I said before the lesson is on distracton,” She said in a ‘back to business’ tone. ”Let all distractions out of your mind.” Andria looked at Atton. “Atton, do whatever you can not to let me hit Bao-Dur. Use whatever methods you see fit. Ready, begin.”
Andria began jabbing to the left then to the right. She dodged at Bao-Dur’s swings and kicks. She then began to sweep and kick at Bao-Dur’s legs; he jumped over every attempt. Atton struggled to push and pull Andria out of the way: no matter how hard he tried, she’s coming back for more. He bounded her arms and lifted her off the ground. But that didn’t stop the Exile. Oh, no. She chambered back her legs and extended her heels hard on Bao-Dur as he approached and used the Force to flip over Atton. Already Mical and Mira dotted down everything that is going on in their datapads. Atton bent to his knees and sweep kicked Andria off-balanced unexpectly but he didn’t let her fall on the floor. He held her in his strong arms, supporting her. He wheeled her around in his direction and planted a passionate kiss on Andria’s lips while her eyes grew wide in amazement.
Grasps gave off in the room, datapads and targets dropped, and the droids turned around to see what’s going on - they were shocked. Andria fell victim under Atton’s spell, closing her eyes and enjoying it for the moment. She almost wrapped her arms around Atton, almost grabbing his face to brace him in and bask into his charm. She wanted to. But she shook herself back to her senses and punched Atton in the stomach. Atton groaned and stopped. He let her go and she dropped on the floor.
“General, are you alright?” Bao-Dur asked as he offered his hand.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Andria said allowing Bao-Dur to pull her up. She appeared flustered, embrassed, and ashamed at the same time. “Um, Atton you did a good job at distracting me today,” she smiled sweetly. “But… *smack on Atton’s face* That wasn’t what you’re suppose to do!” She yelled furiously.
“You did say to use any method I see fit. The ladies can’t seem to leave me alone when I do that,” Atton laughed rubbing his cheek. “Come on, admit it. Sometimes you think I’m alright, Andria.” He gave her a playful smile.
“Occasionally. Maybe. When you’re not acting like a scoundrel.” Andria said touching her lips, blushing furiously.
“Scoundrel?” Atton repeated to himself as he got closer to her. “I like the sound of that.” He grinned. ”You can call me ’the most handsome scoundrel in the galaxy’ if you want.” He grabbed her hand and kissed it.
“Pfft! You wish, Atton.” She said pulling her hand away and unable to look at him anymore. “Alright, today’s lesson is over. You are dismissed. I’ll teach another lesson tomorrow. Now I need to meditate on events in the Starboard Cabin. I don’t wish to be disturbed.” She said as she walked away.
Once Andria was out of earshot and sight, Mical punched Atton in the arm.”Why did you have to do that for? Andria has a lot of things on her mind and she couldn’t be distracted by the likes of you. She’s better off with a guy like me.” Mical sighed deeply. “Why didn’t I do that? I feel and love her so. Maybe I don’t want to violate and discomfort her. Perhaps I’m too worried that she wouldn’t return her feelings for me.”
“Or maybe you’re just a skirt,” Atton stated.
“I am not a skirt!” He yelled. He sighed. ”What’s the use in trying to fight you? I promised Andria no more fighting or agruments on her ship. I suggest you do the same, Atton. I warning you, do not bother her.” He picked up his datapad and walked to the door. “If anyone needs me and I hope it’s not you Atton asking for hangover pills again, I’ll be in the med bay studing holocrons.”
“Yeah, if anyone needs me and I doubt anyone would, I’ll be wandering around the ship.” Atton said.
When they were both gone, Mira asked, “Hey Bao-Dur, should I add kissing your opposite gender as a strategy skill?”
“I’m not sure. I think Atton intended to do that to prove that the General has a weakness and probably wanted to take advantage of her. You know like exposing someone’s battle plan before they do it.” Bao-Dur explained. “Well, I’ll be in the garage fixing the ship with the Remote. See you later.” He left the room.
“Either way, I’m using it. Could be useful in capturing the next bounty.” Mira giggled as she wrote it down in her datapad. “Well, I have nothing better to do so I’ll hang around Mical for a while. He may be boring but at least he’s nice to me.” She said putting her datapad in her back pocket.
Andria Trelyve was finding her center through meditation very difficult. It’s hard to keep occupied on this ship. The experience between Atton and her was… too hard to explain. No matter how she tries to deny her feelings with him, it always sprung back up to haunt her to the very core. After all Atton is a lecherous pervert/ex-Jedi Murderer and Mical is a gentleman’s passion/excellent student. And for some reason, she’s more attracted to Atton than Mical.
“Who am I kidding? Control yourself, Andria. Extinguish your feelings. There’s no way a scoundrel like him and a Jedi Exile like me could ever get along well in the galaxy. You just have to accept it.” She hates him. No, she loves him. She hates him. No, she loves him. Maybe it’s both. Andria felt she truly loved him and she should tell Atton she’s sorry for she did. She got up to find Atton but bumped into him. He rushed in, closed the door, and gently pushed her against the wall.
Atton clasped her hand between his. “You’re trembling.”
Andria stared back into his memorizing eyes. “I am not trembling, just susprised to see you.” She protested.
“You like me because I’m a scoundrel. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.” His face drawing closer.
“That is so true. I’ve only known nice men and I happen to like them.” She said blushing a little.
“I’m a nice man.” Atton said wrapping his arm around her waist and bring his face lower.
“No, you’re not. You’re a …. Mmph!” Atton cut off her sentence by kissing her. Andria’s knot of doubt became loose.
October 20th, 2007 at 6:55 am
I think I got confused with writing this story. It started out as funny (not ha ha funny just funny) then a love story which got my head put on backwards. Please tell me what you thought about it and which part you liked or hated. Thanks! Your comments are greatly appericated! Your words keep me writing. Planning to write more after some sleep. Bye!
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