More drabbles
Title: Where Few Tread
Fandom: Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic
Characters: Mical (the Disciple)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: Five drabbles about Mical's struggles as a Jedi.
(on the fly)
A Jedi considers his words before speaking. This was always an easy lesson for Mical, except where Brienna Juun was involved. His brain seemed to shut down whenever he talked to her, making her laugh as he blurted the first thing that popped in his head.
This time he planned his words way ahead, rehearsing them over and over in his mind. He wouldn't let her leave believing he was just a silly kid.
But when he saw her, backpack slung over her shoulder, he forgot his words and ran to hug her.
Instead of laughing, she hugged him back.
(sink or swim)
A Jedi succeeds completely or fails utterly. Mical struggled with this; it was in his nature to try his best, but his best was never good enough for the masters. He could never quite get the concept of deciding beforehand the outcome of his given tasks; predicting the future was not on his lists of talents.
Master Atris told him his failures came from his mix of hope and doubt--that lack of certainty was dangerous for a Jedi.
He wasn't really surprised when he was called to the Council chamber to be told he would never be a Jedi.
(rock the boat)
A Jedi always follows the Code. He had just gotten the hang of this when his padawan came along. She followed her own set of rules, and he could either change his own views or be driven insane.
The issue was further complicated when he was put on the Council. He was held to a higher standard, required to develop a more Jedi Masterly attitude.
"Careful," the girl teased, "or you'll end up as stuffy as Master Bastila."
He scolded his apprentice for her disrespect of the Grand Master, but not too harshly, for the fear that she was right.
(get over it)
A Jedi has no attachments. Of the many rules in the Order, this was the most difficult. He couldn't help caring about those important to him, a discrepancy he was convinced was a flaw of the Jedi, not himself.
He was absolutely certain of this belief until the day his padawan locked herself in her room, swearing she would emerge only when promised she would see her mother again.
Mical leaned wearily against the door, knowing he couldn't expect the girl to let go of something he refused to himself.
He wondered if he would ever truly be a Jedi.
(under the gun)
A Jedi does not act out of anger. Mical recited this in his mind as his fingers tightened around his weapon. This was not an execution, not a means of revenge for everything the Sith Lord had taken from him.
He was not denying his feelings under the pretense that he was doing what was best for the galaxy. This had nothing to do with any life-long infatuation for the Exile. It wasn't like stabbing the Sith through the heart was punishment for breaking Mical's.
He raised his lightsaber and prayed the Force would forgive him.
Jedi, the witch hissed.
Fandom: Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic
Characters: Mical (the Disciple)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: Five drabbles about Mical's struggles as a Jedi.
(on the fly)
A Jedi considers his words before speaking. This was always an easy lesson for Mical, except where Brienna Juun was involved. His brain seemed to shut down whenever he talked to her, making her laugh as he blurted the first thing that popped in his head.
This time he planned his words way ahead, rehearsing them over and over in his mind. He wouldn't let her leave believing he was just a silly kid.
But when he saw her, backpack slung over her shoulder, he forgot his words and ran to hug her.
Instead of laughing, she hugged him back.
(sink or swim)
A Jedi succeeds completely or fails utterly. Mical struggled with this; it was in his nature to try his best, but his best was never good enough for the masters. He could never quite get the concept of deciding beforehand the outcome of his given tasks; predicting the future was not on his lists of talents.
Master Atris told him his failures came from his mix of hope and doubt--that lack of certainty was dangerous for a Jedi.
He wasn't really surprised when he was called to the Council chamber to be told he would never be a Jedi.
(rock the boat)
A Jedi always follows the Code. He had just gotten the hang of this when his padawan came along. She followed her own set of rules, and he could either change his own views or be driven insane.
The issue was further complicated when he was put on the Council. He was held to a higher standard, required to develop a more Jedi Masterly attitude.
"Careful," the girl teased, "or you'll end up as stuffy as Master Bastila."
He scolded his apprentice for her disrespect of the Grand Master, but not too harshly, for the fear that she was right.
(get over it)
A Jedi has no attachments. Of the many rules in the Order, this was the most difficult. He couldn't help caring about those important to him, a discrepancy he was convinced was a flaw of the Jedi, not himself.
He was absolutely certain of this belief until the day his padawan locked herself in her room, swearing she would emerge only when promised she would see her mother again.
Mical leaned wearily against the door, knowing he couldn't expect the girl to let go of something he refused to himself.
He wondered if he would ever truly be a Jedi.
(under the gun)
A Jedi does not act out of anger. Mical recited this in his mind as his fingers tightened around his weapon. This was not an execution, not a means of revenge for everything the Sith Lord had taken from him.
He was not denying his feelings under the pretense that he was doing what was best for the galaxy. This had nothing to do with any life-long infatuation for the Exile. It wasn't like stabbing the Sith through the heart was punishment for breaking Mical's.
He raised his lightsaber and prayed the Force would forgive him.
Jedi, the witch hissed.