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Ezra groaned. After he and Wild landed on his home planet, they had spent the entire day walking through the foliage since there were no other safe spaces to land except miles away from the nearest abandoned village. Wild had told him once they reached one of his past friend’s old settlements they would settle down, and courtesy to his words he was right, and they made it right before sun down.
Wild made sure to bring classic weapons for Dathomir when they got to weapon learning, and while Jabba had slept he mapped out the plans for the training ahead. The Zabrak wanted to make sure the boy was ready to be his apprentice, to be his predecessor. If the force had summoned them to meet, obviously it was his duty to be a master, and hopefully one day, alongside his apprentice, he would take down Palpatine. Of course what Wild, or Maul, didn’t plan for, was the brat’s attitude and sass.
“Ugh but this is stupid! It’s just rocks!” Wild facepalmed at the boy’s insistent complaints.
“I’m not trying to squash you, Jabba, I’m trying to help you grow your control over using the force. Small rocks like the ones I am throwing to you can help your hand-to-eye coordination, and improve your focus.” Jabba looked at Wild with an annoyed pout. He did want to learn how to do cool tricks like Wild showed him, like being able to lift up a boulder. Groaning, Jabba picked himself up from the ground and readied himself. Wild nodded in approval, and lifted small rocks. “Now, if it makes it easier, imagine it being a game of catch but with invisible hands.” The analogy was a bit confusing… but Jabba could assume what his teacher meant.
The next couple hours dealt with a lot of misgrabs, getting smacked with rocks, and complaints, but nonetheless, Wild saw improvement the more they went on. One thing that didn’t improve was the boy’s sass, but he supposed for a street rat like him it was- acceptable.
“My body hurts, this sucked.” Jabba whined, face down in his bunk’s pillow. But he was happy at least that he managed to hold 10 small rocks at a time, but his focus was easily broken. There was always tomorrow though, and the boy knew, it was not going to get easier.