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Emotion, yet Peace.
A soft breeze blows through his head, pushing some of his long hair in front of his face. He ignores it, focusing instead on the Force.
Ignorance, yet Knowledge.
Solitude was hard to find here, with dozens of Force-Sensitives going about. Thus, he cherished the time he got to himself, little as it was.
Passion, yet Serenity.
Briefly, old memories assailed him, memories of his parent’s death, surviving on the streets, master’s death. The loss of so many people nearly drags him down, but he surfaces again, like a man drowning but not yet ready to give up.
Chaos, yet Harmony
The pieces flow together, each little section fitting together like an old puzzle, clicking together with certainty. The process is familiar to him, as he has done nearly twice before, yet each time the feeling of connection made him feel whole again.
Death, yet the Force
Ezra looks down at the object in his hands, its hilt gleaming in the sun. Different in design from his last constructions, it was sleeker, and more like the ones he found on Malachor. The Hilt blended elements of Human and Chiss construction, and the silver metal reflected his face.
He breathes in and Presses a button.
And a purple beam extends out.
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“Is he done?” asked Mi’kyr.
Vah’nya looked back to the door where E’ra had walked through. Ever since the Patriarch Mith’Ek’Klan had given him the Kyber Crystal, Ezra had been tinkering either in his room or on the fields outside.
Despite only knowing him for a year, his presence was a constant that she had gotten used to, and if she said so herself, enjoyed. His signature (now that he had taught her how to read it) was different from most Chiss, full of joy and happiness that shined like a star, unlike the typical Chiss, which was more akin to the cold surfaces of Cissila.
“He’s busy,” Vah’nya responded.
“With what?” This time, it was Un’Hee.
Momentarily, she considered lying to them, because truth be told, she did not know. Whatever the Mith Patriarch had given him, It had caused Ezra to obsess over it. Normally, She would ask Eli or Thrawn questions regarding Human culture, but both were off-world at the moment.
She briefly wondered if gift-giving was an indication to start courting in his culture.
She should look for one to give him.
Suddenly, a flare of excitement jolted her. Briefly, Vah’nya looked around, curious as to who it came from, before realizing who it was.
Ezra!
She got up, moving toward the door, intending to find what had caused the feeling.
Ezra beat her to it.
“Vah’nya!” he said, coming outside of the door with a wide smile. He was positively beaming, with his blue eyes shining. He pulled her into a hug, laughing all the way.
Their embrace probably lasted longer than necessary, for there was an awkward cough behind them that caused them to separate, with his face turning red and hers flushing purple.
Vah’nya momentarily mourned the loss of contact.
“So……” Asked Mi’kyr “What was that about?”
“Right!” Said Ezra, his voice pitched high. He held out some sort of device. It looked like a round sword hilt, except with a bunch of buttons and a dial. He seemed so excited, however, Vah’nya had no idea what it was.
There was a moment of silence, and Ezra’s cheery mood seemed to wane a bit. She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Perhaps a demonstration is in order?” She stated.
He nodded. “Stand back,” he warned. Holding the device in front of him like a sword. The Sky-Walkers moved to form a semicircle, with Vah’nya standing in front of him, curious as to what Ezra was about to do. After looking to make sure that everyone was a distance away, he pressed a button on the device.
Kssssssh!
A beam of purple light exits from the top of the device, and a slow methodical hum fills the air.
The device is a sort of sword, one that was present in their training rooms, with a blade of plasma instead of steel. The purple blade, with its steady hum, seemed to be almost alive, however, instead of simply a tool.
“It’s a lightsaber.” He says, retracting the beam back to his hilt. He turned the hilt in his hands, retracting the beam back into the hilt. “I used the Kyber crystal that the Patriarch gave me.”
She frowns at the mention of the Patriarch. Politicians meddling in the actions of the CDF was rare, and when they did, it never boded well. Patriarch Thurfian had been heavily involved with the human Sky-Walker since he had arrived, going as far as giving a visit even while Ezra still had not completely recovered.
There was something off with him, and she did not like it.
Ezra turned to her, sensing her feelings. “There is nothing to worry about,” He tried to assure her, “I am being careful. I dealt with scummy politicians before, Vah’nya.”
She decides to set aside the topic for a later date. Smirking, Vah’nya grabs his hand and begins dragging him down the hallways.
“Wait!” He cries, “What are you doing!”
She lets out a cackle “Let’s see how good the weapon really is, sevicsi.”
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“By the Nine Families,” Vah’nya begins “I have never seen you fight that good.”
They are both lying on the balcony, looking at the fading light of the sun. Some of the brighter stars were starting to peek out in the sky
When he turns to look at her, he notes how close they are. The cartilage shapes so common to the Chiss stood out in the rays of the dying sun. The different shades of red within her sclera and iris were more noticeable at this distance.
He could kiss her. Just reach over, and gently press his hand against her cheek. He could slowly turn her head and look into her eyes. Smile as they shined, so, so brightly. Press his lips to hers. It…
Stupid, he thinks to himself, turning away.
Attachments are dangerous. Out here, where he is essentially the master to several force sensitives, he cannot afford to be risky, he cannot afford to take chances. No matter how much he feels for her, he will always be a Jedi.
That didn’t stop Kanan, a traitorous part of his mind reminds him. Ezra shoves that notion down.
Right now he opts to simply cherish what he has with her and recites the Jedi Code in his mind
Emotion, yet Peace
Ignorance, yet Knowledge
Passion, yet……