Star Wars - [Jedi Apprentice 01] - The Rising Force (by Dave Wolverton)

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Star Wars
Jedi Apprentice 1
The Rising Force
By Dave Wolverton
Chapter 1
The blade of the lightsaber hissed through the air. Obi-Wan Kenobi could not see its red gleam through
the blindfold pressing on his eyes. He used the Force to know precisely when to duck.
The searing heat of his opponents lightsaber blade slashed overhead, nearly burning him. The air smelled
like lightening.
Good! Yoda called from the sidelines of the room. Let go. Let your feelings guide you.
The words of encouragement spurred Obi-Wan on. Because he was tall and strong for a
twelve-year-old, many assumed that hed have the advantage in battle.
But strength and size counted for nothing where agility and speed were needed. Nor did they have any
effect on the Force that he had not yet mastered.
Obi-Wan listened intently for the sound of his foes lightsaber, for his breathing, for the scrape of a shoe
against the floor. Such sounds echoed loudly in the small, high-ceilinged chamber.
A random jumble of blocks on the floor added another element to the exercise. He had to use the Force
the sense those, too. With such uneven ground, it was easy to lose his footing.
Behind Obi-Wan, Yoda warned, Keep your guard up.
Obi-Wan obediently raised his weapon and rolled to his right as his opponents blade slammed down into
the floor beside him. He took a small leap back, clearing a pile of blocks. Obi-Wan heard the sing of the
lightsaber as his foe attempted a hasty strike motivated by irritation and fatigue. Good.
Seat trickled underneath the blindfold, making his eyes sting. Obi-Wan blocked it out, along with his
please at his opponents clumsiness. He could imagine himself a full Jedi Knight, battling a space pirate . . .
a Togorian with fangs as long as Obi-Wans fingers. In his mind, Obi-Wan saw the armored creature
glare at him through eyes that were mere green slits. Its claws could easily shred a human.
The vision energized him, helped him let go of his fears. In seconds, his every muscle was tunes to the
Force. It moved through him, giving him the agility and speed that he needed.
Obi-Wan swung his blade up to block the next blow. The attackers lightsaber hummed and whirled
down. Obi-Wan leaped high, somersaulting over his attackers head, and thrust his lightsaber down where
the Togorians heart would be.
Aargh! the other student howled in surprised rage as Obi-Wans hot blade struck his neck. If Obi-Wan
had been using a Jedi Knights lightsaber, it would have been a killing blow. But apprentices in the Jedi
Temple used training sabers set to low power. The touch of the blade only gave a searing kiss, one that
the healers might need to tend.
That was a lucky blow! the wounded apprentice shouted.
Until that moment, Obi-Wan had not known who he was fighting. Hed been led into the room
blindfolded. Now he recognized the voice Bruck Chun. Like Obi-Wan, Bruck was one of the oldest
apprentices in the Jedi Temple. Like Obi-Wan, Bruck hoped to be a Jedi Knight.
Bruck, Yoda called calmly. Leave your blindfold on. A Jedi needs not his eyes to see.
But Obi-Wan heard the boys blindfold slap to the ground. Brucks voice was choked with fury. You
clumsy oaf!
Calm yourself, you will! Yoda warned Bruck in a sharp tone he rarely used.
Every student at the Temple has his or her weaknesses. Obi-Wan knew his own too well. Everyday, he
had to struggle to control his anger and his fear. The Temple was a test of character as much as skill.
Bruck struggled with his own simmering anger that could quickly ignite into hot rage. He usually kept it
well under control, so that only other initiates glimpsed it.
Bruck also held grudges. A year ago, Obi-Wan had stumbled in a Temple corridor, tripping Bruck, who
had fallen. It had been an accident, caused by legs and feet that were growing too fast on both boys, but
Bruck felt sure that Obi-Wan had done it on purpose. Brucks dignity was very important to him. The
laughter of the other students had goaded him. Hed called Obi-Wan an oaf then - Oafy-Wan.
The name had stuck.
The worst thing was that it was true. Often, Obi-Wan felt that his body was growing too fast. He couldnt
seem to catch up with his long legs and large feet. A Jedi should feel comfortable in his body, but
Obi-Wan felt awkward. Only when the Force was moving through him did he feel graceful or sure.
Come on, Oafy, Bruck taunted. See if you can hit me again! One last time, before they throw you out of
the Temple!
Bruck, enough! Yoda said. Learn to lose as well as win, a Jedi must. Go to your room, you will.
Obi-Wan tried not to feel the sing of Brucks words. In four weeks hed turn thirteen and would have to
leave the Temple. Taunt' like Bruck' were becoming more and more frequent as his birthday drew
nearer. If he did not become a Padawan within the next four weeks, hed be too old. Hed been listening
for rumors intently, and had found that no Jedi was scheduled to come in search of a Padawan before it
was too late. He was afraid that hed never become a Jedi Knight. That fear angered him. Enough for him
to make a foolish boast.
You dont have to send him away, Master Yoda, he said. Im not afraid to fight him without his blindfold.
Color blazed in Brucks cheeks, and his ice-blue eyes narrowed. Yoda merely nodded, taking in
Obi-Wans words. The truth was that Obi-Wan was just as exhausted as Bruck. He hoped that Yoda
would send both of them to their rooms instead of allowing them to fight again.
After a long moment, however, Yoda said, All right. Continue. Much to learn, you have. Use the
blindfolds, you must.
Obi-Wan bowed to Yoda, accepting the order. He knew that Yoda was fully aware of his fatigue.
Although he wished that the Master would grant him reprieve, he accepted the wisdom of all of Yodas
decisions. Great and small.
Obi-Wan tightened his blindfold. He pushed away his fatigue, willed his muscles to obey. He tried to
forget that he was fighting Bruck, or that his chance to become a Jedi Knight was almost past. He
concentrated instead on the image of the image of the Togorian pirate, its orange-striped fur covered by
black armor.
Obi-Wan could sense the Force flowing around him, within him. He could feel the living Force in Bruck,
the dark ripples caused by Brucks anger. His impulse was to match that anger with his own. He had to
resist it.
Obi-Wan assumed a defensive stance as Bruck lunged. He let the Force guide him as it had done earlier.
He blocked the next blow easily. Then he jumped high to avoid another blow and landed behind a pillar.
Lightsabers smashed together, sputtered and burned, then whisked apart. The air felt thicker, clogged
with the energy of the battle.
For long minutes, the two students fought as if in a graceful dance. Obi-Wan leaped away from every
attack and blocked every jarring blow. He did not try to hit Bruck.
Let him see that Im not clumsy, Obi-Wan thought bitterly. Let him see that Im not stupid. Let him see it
over and over again.
Sweat began to drench Obi-Wans clothes. His muscles burned. He could hardly breathe fast enough to
get the air needed. But as long as he did not attack in anger, the Force remained strong with him. He
tried no to think about the fight. He lost himself in the dance, and soon he felt so weary, he did not think
at all.
Bruck fought slower and slower. Soon, Obi-Wan did not even need to leap away from Brucks weary
attacks. He merely blocked them, until finally Bruck gave up.
Good, Obi-Wan, Yoda called. Learning you are.
Obi-Wan switched off his lightsaber and hung it on his belt. He used the blindfold to wipe the sweat from
his face. Next to him, Bruck was doubled over, panting. He did not look at Obi-Wan.
You see, Yoda said. To defeat an enemy, you do not have to kill. Defeat the rage that burns in him, and
he is your enemy no longer. Rage the true enemy is.
Obi-Wan understood what Yoda meant. But Brucks glazed glare told Obi-Wan that he had not defeated
his opponents anger. Nor had he won the boys respect.
The two boys turned to Yoda and bowed solemnly. A vision of his friend Bant rose in Obi-Wans head.
One of the best things about beating Bruck would be telling her about it.
Enough for one day, Yoda said. Tomorrow, a Jedi Knight comes to the Temple seeking a Padawan.
Ready for him you must be.
Obi-Wan tried to hide his surprise. Usually when a Knight came to the Temple in search of a Padawan,
rumors beat the arrival by days. That way, is a student wanted to earn the honor of becoming the Knights
Padawan, he or she could prepare mentally and physically.
Who? Obi-Wan asked, heart racing. Whos coming?
Seen him before, you have, Yoda said. Master Qui-Gon Jinn.
Obi-Wans hopes rose. Qui-Gon Jinn was a powerful Knight, one of the best. He had been to the
Temple before to look at apprentices. Each time, hed left without taking a new Padawan.
Obi-Wan had heard rumors that Qui-Gon had lost his last apprentice in a tremendous battle, and had
vowed never to take another. He came to the Temple very year only because the Council of Masters
asked him to. He would spend a few hours watching the pupils, studying them as if looking for something
no one else could see. Then he would leave, empty-handed, to fight the darkness alone.
Obi-Wan felt his hopes dim. Qui-Gon gad rejected so many students. What made him think that he
would be able to please him?
He wont want me, Obi-Wan said in defeat. Hes seen me fight before, and he did not chose me then. No
one will.
Yoda squinted up at Obi-Wan with wise eyes. Hummmph! Always in motion the future is. One cannot
be sure, but I have sensed . . . a kinder destiny for you.
Something in Yodas tone made Obi-Wa n wonder. Will he choose me? he asked.
On Qui-Gon that depends - and you, Yoda said. Come back tomorrow and fight for him with the Force
as your ally. Perhaps accept you he will. Yoda put a comforting hand on his arm. either way, it matters
not. Leave the Temple soon you shall. But tell you I must, to lose such an apt pupil, I am sorry.
Startled and pleased, Obi-Wan looked at Yoda. The Masters eyes glowed as he blinked at Obi-Wan. A
compliment from Yoda was as rare as an expression of regret. That was what made his opinion so highly
prized. At that moment, Obi-Wan felt that even if he didnt become a Knight, he had earned Yodas
respect. That was a great gift.
Yoda turned and walked from the training room, the echo of his small feet thumping on the floor. He
rounded the doorway into the hall and was gone. The lights powered down automatically and the room
grew dusky with shadows.
Behind Obi-Wan, Bruck began to laugh. Dont get your hopes up, Oafy. Yoda is just trying to make you
feel better. The Masters wont be able to push you on anyone. There are plenty of better candidates than
you.
Obi-Wan stiffened in anger. He felt tempted to point out that Bruck was not one of those better
candidates. Instead, he headed for the doorway.
He had taken a single step when something hard hit him in the back of his head. The sound of the blow
against Obi-Wans skull echoed through the room. Bruck had thrown a training probe.
As Obi-Wan spun to face Bruck, the bow powered up his lightsaber. Its red light cut through the gloom.
Obi-Wan looked at the empty corridor. Yoda was gone. No one would see if he gave Bruck the beating
he deserved. Bruck was often cruel, but usually not so brazen. He was deliberately provoking Obi-Wan,
trying to get him to loose his temper.
But why? Obi-Wan wondered.
Of course! You knew all along that Qui-Gon Jinn was coming to search for a Padawan, didnt you,
Obi-Wan said slowly, as the suspicions hardened into certainty. Since Obi-Wan was the oldest
apprentice in the Temple, the Jedi Masters would encourage Qui-Gon to take him - the lost cause. Bruck
would not want that to happen.
Bruck laughed. I made sure you didnt find out. If Id had my way, you wouldnt have found out until hed
left.
Bruck hoped to become Qui-Gons Padawan! And the only way to do it was to make sure that Obi-Wan
failed. Hed tried to keep him from preparing, and now he was trying to make him mad. Obi-Wans anger,
his impatience, had been his downfall often enough in the past Bruck hoped to fill his mind with rage and
despair so that he would not be open to the Force.
Obi-Wan had been raised in the Jedi Temple since he was a baby. He hadnt seen much of greed or
hatred or true evil. The Masters shielded the children from such things, the keep them from turning to the
dark side of the Force.
Yet now Obi-Wan saw into the heart of ruthlessness. Bruck was plotting to steal his dreams.
He could not let him know how important Qui-Gons visit was to him. He could not let Bruck know how
hed caused the fear to rise in him, fear that he would never be a Padawan.
Obi-Wan smiled. Bruck, three months from now, when you turn thirteen, I hope youll make a great
farmer. It was the single worst insult that he could muster, to suggest that Brucks mastery of the Force
was so small that he would be fit only for the Agricultural Corps.
Bruck leaped toward him with a snarl, his lightsaber held high. Obi-Wan spun to meet him with a cry on
his lips. Flashing blades clashed in a burst of light and buzzing sound as the boys met in the rooms center.
Weary as they were, the boys fought until they could hardly move. By the time they crept from the
training room, both boys were badly burned and bruised.
Neither had won, and both had lost.
As Obi-Wan headed to his chamber, Bruck took a lift to the upper rooms of the Temple, where the
healers practiced their arts. He limped into the medics chambers, pretending to be more hurt than he was.
His clothes were slashed and singed from the practice sabers, and blood ran from his nose.
When the medic saw him, their first question was, What happened?
Bruck gasped, Obi-Wan Kenobi . . . and then pretended to faint.
One of the healers looked at him, then said brusquely to a droid, Go notify the Masters.
Chapter 2
Obi-Wan Kenobi was bandaging his burns in his room when he got the bad news. He was trying to
imagine ways to impress Qui-Gon in the morning. He considered ways to improve his fighting skills -
anything he might say or do to convince the Knight that he was worthy to become a Jedis Padawan
Learner. But then Docent Vant brought a data pad and showed him his orders.
Suddenly all his plans and dreams were shattered.
Here now, it isnt that horrible. Docent Vant said. She was a tall blue-skinned woman with an elegant
headtail that twitched nervously.
Obi-Wan stared at the orders in shock. The data pad told him that he would ship out of the Temple in
the morning. He needed to pack his bags.
He was to report to the world of Bandomeer -- some planet hed never even heard of , out on the
Galactic Rim. There he would join the Agricultural Corps.
But I dont understand, he said numbly. I still have four weeks until my birthday.
I know, Docent Vant said. But your ship, the Monument, leaves tomorrow, with a thousand miners
aboard. It cant wait just because you have a birthday.
In shock, Obi-Wan looked around at his room. Overhead, three model Verpine fighters droned near the
ceiling. Hed made them himself. Repulsorlift fields held them aloft, and their running lights flashed purple
and green as they hummed about. Miniature insectoid pilots swiveled their heads, as if to look around.
Books and charts were piled on his study table. His lightsaber hung in its usual place on the wall. He
couldnt imagine leaving here. It was his home. But he would leave it all gladly for the hard life of an
apprentice. Not a farmer!
He would never be a Knight now. Bruck had been right, Obi-Wan thought bitterly. Yoda had been trying
to make him feel better.
The shock and despair made him feel sick He raised his gaze to Docent Vant. I could still be a Jedi
Knight.
Docent Vant touched Obi-Wans hand tenderly. She smiled, revealing pointed teeth. She shook her head.
Not every one is meant to be a warrior. The Republic needs healers and farmers, too. With your Force
skills, you will be able to treat sick crops. Your talent will help feed whole worlds.
But - Obi-Wan wanted to say that he felt cheated. He deserved four more weeks. Its a job for rejects,
initiates too weak to be knights. Besides, tomorrow Qui-Gon Jinn will be looking for a Padawan. Master
Yoda said that I should fight for him.
Docent Vant shook her head. That was before the Masters heard of the beating you gave initiate Bruck.
Did you really think the healers would not tell what you had done?"
In dawning horror, Obi-Wan realized what had happened. Bruck had set the trap, and he had walked
straight into it. He wanted to protest, to say that he was innocent. It had been a fair fight. And healers?
Surely Bruck had not needed healers - except to back up whatever story he had told.
This is not the first time you have let your anger get the best of you, Docent Vant said. But let us hope it
is the last. She nodded briskly. Now, try not to look so sad. You will need to pack your bags and say
good-bye to your friends tonight. The galaxy is a big place. They will want to see you before you go.
She left, closing the door softly behind her. Obi-Wan was left alone with only the sound of the model
fighter flying overhead.
There was nothing else to do but pack his bags. Obi-Wan felt to devastated and ashamed to say
good-bye. Not to Garen Muln or Reeft, or even to his best friend, Bant. They would feel angry and hurt
if he left quietly, but he couldnt face them. His friends would want to know where he was going. Once he
had told them that he had been ordered to report to the Agricultural Corps, word would get around. He
could imagine how some of the others would laugh, There was nothing he could say or do to clear his
name.
Because the truth was that if Bruck had set the trap, he had walked into it willingly. Blindly and without
though, perhaps. But it was his own will that led him there. What kind of Jedi would he make if he could
fall for the tricks of a bully like Bruck?
Obi-Wan threw himself back on his sleep-couch. He had let Master Yoda down. He had thrown away
his one last chance by letting anger cloud his mind. Now his worst fear had come true. After all his years
of training, he was not good enough to be a Jedi Knight.
Yoda had always told him that anger and fear drove him too hard, that if he didnt learn to control them,
they would lead him down a path he didnt want to follow. Befriend them, you should, Yoda had advised.
Look them in the eye without blinking. Use faults as teachers, you should. Then, rule you, they will not.
Rule them, you shall.
Yodas wisdom was engraved on his heart. How could he have failed to follow it?
Outside his door, he heard the rest of the initiates prepare for sleep. Goodnights were exchanged,
shouted from chamber to chamber. Finally, the lights powered down, and the halls were silent.
Obi-Wan felt surrounded by the peaceful energy of the sleeping students. It did not sooth his raging
heart. His fellow initiates could rest. They did not have thoughts that tormented them. Obi-Wan tossed
and turned, unable to stop imagining the sight of Brucks triumphant face when he learned of Obi-Wans
fate.
There was a soft knock at his door. Hesitantly, Obi-Wan rose and opened it. Bant stood, not saying a
word, just looking at him. The young Calam arian girl wore a green robe that set off her salmon colored
skin. Her clothes smelled moist and salty, for shed just come from her room, which was always kept as
steamy as the air off a warm sea. She was small for her ten years of age, and she watched him steadily
with her huge silver eyes.
She took in his bruises and burns, all with an expression that said, Youve been fighting again. Then she
looked past him, to his bags packed on the floor.
You werent going to say goodbye? she asked, blinking back huge tears. You were just going to leave?
Ive been assigned to the Agricultural Corps, he said, hoping shed understand hoe humiliating it was for
him. I wanted to say good-bye, but . . .
She shook her head. I heard you were going to a planet called Bandomeer.
So everyone knew already. Obi-Wan nodded dully just as Bant lurched forward to give him a clumsy
hug.
Yes, thats where Im going, he said. He hugged her. So, my fate is decided, he realized in despair. I will
be a farmer. Because this first good-bye would be followed by others. He couldnt avoid them.
Bant frowned and stepped back. It will be dangerous. Did they tell you it would be dangerous?
Obi-Wan shook his head. Its just the Agricultural Corps. How dangerous could it get?
We are not to know, Bant said.
We are to do, Obi-Wan added softly. It was a phrase they had heard many times from the Masters,
when they were asked to do tasks that they could not understand the significance of.
Miss you, I will, Bant said, echoing Yodas strange way of talking. She blinked back tears.
So sorry, I am, Obi-Wan answered. He tried to smile, but could not. In answer, Bant hugged him again
swiftly, then hurried away to hide her tears.
Chapter 3
With the help of Jedi healing techniques and the Temples marvelous ointments, Obi-Wan Kenobis burns
and bruises were healed by morning. But the pain in his heart had not eased. He slept briefly, then rose
well before dawn.
He said good-bye to Garen Muln and Reeft, two boys from different sides of the galaxy who had
become inseparable in their years in the Jedi Temple.
All through morning meal, Reeft, a Dresselian with an abnormally wrinkled face, kept saying to everyone
at the table, I dont mean to be sound greedy, but may I have your meat? or I dont mean to sound
greedy, but . . . as he looked pointedly at some puff cake or drink. Though Obi-Wan had not had dinner
the night before, he shared everything. Bant kindly handed over half her puff cake. With his leathery gray
skin and all those wrinkles, the Dresselian could look awfully sad if he did not get everything he wanted
to eat.
It wont be so bad, Garen Muln told Obi-Wan. At least youre going on an adventure. Garen Muln had
always been restless. Yoda had often given him extra stillness exercises.
And youll be around food, Reeft added hopefully.
Who knows where each of us will end up? Bant added. The missions to come will be different for each
of us.
And unexpected, Garen Muln agreed. Thats what Yoda says. Not everyone is meant to be an
apprentice.
Obi-Wan nodded. It was good that he had given Reeft most of his food. He couldnt eat. He knew his
friends were trying to make him feel better. But they still had plenty of chances to become Jedi. That
highest honor was what they all wanted, all they worked for. No matter what they said, they all knew his
lost chance was crushing disappointment.
Around him, Obi-Wan heard the swirl of conversations at the other tables. Students looked over at him,
then looked away. Most gazes were compassionate, and some tried to cheer him. But he sensed that the
overwhelming feeling in the room was that everyone was glad that what had happened to Obi-Wan had
not happened to them.
At Brucks table, the voices were loud and reached their ears. Always knew he wouldnt make it, Brucks
friend Aalto said loudly. Obi-Wans ears burned as he heard Brucks high snicker. He turned, and Bruck
stared at him, daring him to pick another fight.
Dont mind him, Bant said. Hes a fool.
Obi-Wan turned away and finished his meal, just as a huge black Barabel fruit plopped on the table near
his tray. Juice from the fruit splattered on Bant and Garen Muln. Obi-Wan glared over at Bruck, who
had come halfway across the room to throw it.
Plant it, Oafy, Bruck said. I hear theyll grow just about anywhere.
Obi-Wan started to rise from his chair, but Bant put a hand over his and held him down, trying to calm
him.
Obi-Wan smiled at Bruck, keeping himself in control. He want to anger me, Obi-Wan knew. He hopes
to anger me. How often in the past have others played me like this, making me lose the chance to
become a Padawan?
Obi-Wan held his anger, and merely smiled at Bruck. Yet a white-hot fury was building inside him.
Just then, Reeft muttered, I dont mean to sound greedy, but are you going to eat that Barabel fruit?
Obi-Wan nearly burst out laughing. Thank you, Bruck, he said, scraping the fruit off the table and placing
it in a cup. The people of Bandomeer will be honored when I share with them your gift - the gift from one
farmer to another.
In the upper room of the Jedi Temple, Master Yoda argued with the senior members of the Jedi Council.
They were meditating in a huge greenhouse, the Room of a Thousand Fountains, where fountains and
waterfalls streamed through an emerald forest
Outside, the surface of Coruscant was hidden by black storm clouds.
Obi-Wan Kenobi must be allowed to fight before Qui-Gon Jinn this day, Master Yoda said, just as a
bolt of lightning snarled through the clouds below. I have foreseen it.
What? Senior Council Mace Windu asked. He was a strong, dark-skinned man with a shaved head. He
studied Yoda with eyes that could pierce like blaster bolts. What would be the point? Obi-Wan has
proven once again that he cannot control his anger or his impatience. And Qui-Gon Jinn is not ready for
another impatient Padawan.
Agreed, Yoda said. Neither Obi-Wan nor Qui-Gon ready are. But the Force may yet bring Master and
student together.
Mace Windu asked, And what of last night, the beating Obi-Wan gave to Bruck?
Yoda waved his hand and, as he did so, a referee droid appeared from behind the bushes.
Advanced Jedi Training Droid 6, last night the fight you saw, Yoda prompted.
Obi-Wans heat was beating at sixty-eight beats per minute, the droid reported. His torso was faced
northeast at twenty-seven degrees, with his right hand extended down, clutching his training saber. His
body temperature was -
Mace Windu sighed. If allowed to continue, the training droid would take an hour just to describe how
Obi-Wan crossed the room.
Just tell us who provoked the fight, Mace Windu said. Who said what, and then what happened?
The training droid AJTD6 gave an indignant buzz at being curtailed. But after a glower from Mace
Windu, it began the story of how Bruck had provoked Obi-Wan into the fight.
At the conclusion, Mace Windu sighed. So we have one deceitful boy, and one foolish one, he said. He
looked at Master Yoda. What do you suggest?
Yoda blinked. Give both a chance to fail again, we should, he said.
Chapter 4
Brucks red lightsaber cracked and hissed as Obi-Wan desperately tried to parry with his own. For the
fourth time in less than a day the two boys were locked in combat, grunting and struggling.
Obi-Wans muscles ached. Sweat drenched his thick tunic. Brucks toughness surprised him. The boy was
fighting desperately, as though his life depended on it. Obi-Wan realized that Bruck was just as afraif of
not being chosen as a Jedi apprentice as he was.
But Obi-Wan would match Brucks toughness with his own, and then push even harder. This was his one
last chance.
Brucks blade hummed as it angled toward Obi-Wans throat. A touch there would signal a killing blow,
and Obi-Wan would lose the bout.
A cry rose up from the crowd seated in the shadows surrounding the battle arena. Masters and students
had gathered to watch the fight. Obi-Wan could not see them - he could only hear their shouts of
encouragement. Overhead, AJTD^ whisked around, monitoring the match as a referee.
Fool. Bruck growled softly enough so that others could hear him above the cheering. You should never
have agreed to fight me. You cant win.
Brucks shocking white hair was tied in a ponytail, and sweat stood out in droplets on his brow. He wore
heavily padded black body armor. The odor of burned flesh and singed hair hung heavily in the air. Both
warriors had managed to hit one another, but the touches so far had not been firm strikes.
Around the arena, many of the younger initiates cheered, calling out encouragement to Bruck or
Obi-Wan. All of them had heard of the fight last night. Obi-Wan heard Bant shout Courage, Obi-Wan!
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