Useless.
She was catching her breath, the hours of continuous training forcing this break on her.
Zeltron watched the lightsaber in her hand. The small window inside the handle allowed her to peer at the cracked kyber crystal inside of it.
Broken. Abandoned. Deemed useless and unworthy. Unstable and imperfect.
The crystal that called to her inside the caves. When she was surrounded by the beautiful crystal formations, it was this small, weak, cracked one that she picked as hers.
Stupid girl.
She ignited the blade. It was unstable and bleeding. She’s noticed how some of the other Jedi looked at it. They’ve seen its imperfection. They might’ve seen it as annoying, distracting, bad quality. Imperfect.
Maybe that’s for the best. For her, it was a statement. A statement that some may understand, others may see as childish or unnecessary. It was a statement nonetheless. She lifted up her training remote and activated the little droid, putting on the blindfold and turning the music on.
The strong melodies playing in her ears would serve both to turn off her sense of hearing, and provide her with a rhythm.
Disappointment.
She imaged a bowl of water, like Xaam taught her. Her mind was to be still like the surface of the water. She started pushing away the intrusive thoughts.
Don’t think about her pretty smile.
Don’t think about his tired eyes.
There is no emotion, and there is no passion.
There was only her. The Hopebringer in her hand. And the stinging bolts that would soon start incoming. She had taken on the Soresu opening stance.
Worthless.
Zone 6, at 20-degrees angle. The muscle memory kicked in, moving the blade quickly, close to her own skin, in a smooth movement. Not a snappy precision, like in Makashi. A fluid motion, like Knight-Captain Vosca had taught her. She felt the slight recoil in her sword, informing her that a bolt had been deflected.
Zone 4, nearly right angle. Almost as if being part of the same movement as the previous defense, the saber moved behind her back to deflect the bolt aimed to sting her spine. Her legs shifted in the sand, to reposition her into a more defensible position towards the remote.
As she was moving to deflect the next bolt, she felt a familiar presence around. She paused the music and the droid, lifting her blindfold up slightly, turning her gaze towards him.
The green-skinned Jedi blind on one of his eyes smiled at her.
“Howdy, Padawan?”
Smile and wave, dumb girl. Smile and wave.
“Master.”
She smiled. And she waved.