Tiny, tiny little Star Wars vignette I wrote last night. The unnamed human will appear again, but this is the first scene I pictured him in and felt compelled to write it.
The title is really a filler until I can think of something better.
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Tea Time
"So what do you think?" asked Jedi Master Slask.
"I think whoever trained her didn't know what the hell he was doing." Answered his companion.
The Master said nothing. He took a sip of his drink, a thick tea most humans would find unpalatable.
"'Course Jedi always know what they're doing." His guest chuckled. The human was heavyset with a thick, jowly face. He wore a stained shirt and practical, well-worn pants. He couldn't touch the Force in the manner of a Jedi, but in a physical confrontation he was still one of the most dangerous men Slask had ever encountered. "Right?"
Slask gazed down the hill. His padawan was practicing dutifully, assaulting s heavy punching bag with fists and feet. She was more focused on her training now. At the temple, when he'd been watching her, she'd seemed erratic and distracted. Moving her to a more secluded environment had been a good decision.
"Master Yoda oversaw her earliest training." Slask rasped. "Her basics are sound. What exactly do you mean?"
"I mean she doesn't move right. She's too focused on her lightsaber, or whatever she's holding. I don't like teaching weapons before they learn to use what they already got."
"Do you think you can adjust her perspective?"
"Depends." The man scratched his bald head. Opponents were liable to pull hair, he'd once explained. "On how willing she is to listen."
"She'll be willing." said Slask. He'd worried that the Temple's lessons had taken too firm a hold on his Padawan. There was much wisdom offered by the Jedi, yet... "She does well with new ideas."
"She's taken to the bag well enough." His guest noted, took a sip of his own drink. "So what's up with her, anyway?"
Slask narrowed his reptillian eyes. His old friend had always been perceptive.
"She has great potential."
"Strong in the force, huh?"
"Above average, perhaps." The Master hissed. "More than that."
The bald man was silent, obviously waiting for Slask to continue. The Jedi took a moment to choose his next words. The idea he wished to convey was complex.
"She reminds me of myself, to a degree. But she reminds me of other things, as well. Her attitude toward the Force...toward the idea of becoming a Jedi...she's ambitious, but selfless. She...it is difficult to explain."
"She wants it for the right reasons."
"Yes."
"Is that rare?" The human asked. He disliked many of the Jedi he had met, mostly due to dissapointed expectations.
"Once, I believe it was common. Today, it's not."
"How rare are we talking?"
"Rare enough that Master Yoda spoke to me personally about her."
"Huh." The human grunted. "Don't like that that doesn't surprise me."
Slask nodded.
"Well," the human asserted. "She'll learn what she needs to from me. When she gets back to her sabre, she won't just be holding it."
"Never doubted." The Trandoshan replied.
Down the hill, Marissa continued her practice. The two men, human and reptile, sipped their tea and watched.
End
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