Reading. I have a tendency to binge-read. And by binge-read, I mean there were extreme cases of going to sleep at 10 am after starting to read in the evening. I managed to get it under control, so nowadays I tend to notice if it's later than 2 am, and manage to go to sleep at 3.
I feel you. When I start reading, I don't stop until it's over and done with.
Who the hell cares a day has gone by!?
That said, enjoy Snippet called forth by great demand!
What's his problem - SI/Star Wars Snippet N°2
The Holo-Room was normally used to teach the initiates about different places and worlds, to show them the wonders of the galaxy, or animals in all of their three dimensional glories. Sometimes, if the teacher was particularly kindhearted, they'd watch a movie too. As things went, the movies were more like documentaries that were stopped whenever the teacher had to say something about this or that person within it, but for the most part, the hours of the Holo-Room were quite frankly some of the fondest Ahsoka had ever had.
She smiled at the woman at the counter, a Zabrak who didn't return the smile, busy as she was gazing at the screen in front of her.
"Hello Knight Eubate," Ahsoka said politely, "I'm looking for Master Shade."
"He is currently busy, Padawan," Knight Eubate replied, looking at the screen in front of her. "You can wait for him in the lounge."
"It's important I talk with him," Ahsoka stressed. "He said something that has me thinking I might have misunderstood, and I'd like to clear the misunderstanding as early as possible!" she shot out hotly.
The Knight raised her eyes for a moment, and then lowered them again, "He is still busy, Padawan."
Ahsoka bristled, and then tried to peek at the screen that seemed to catch Knight Eubate's attention. There was a flash of red meeting a striking orange glowing saber, and then Knight Eubate looked back up and raised an eyebrow. "It is unbecoming to peek, Padawan."
"You're peeking," Ahsoka shot back.
"I am overseeing the training," Knight Eubate stressed out the distinction. "If your Master wanted you to know about this, he would have told me."
"Wait, is that my Master training in there?" Ahsoka asked, vaulting over the counter to watch him fight. Knight Eubate frowned, but relented since, after all, she was his Padawan in the end.
The Jedi Master was wielding his sword in a strange grip, and he was facing one of those training holograms, only whatever he was facing wasn't a 'stock' one.
It was a dark shaped, armor-wearing man who stood more than two meters tall. The problem with the holograms was that they weren't capable of using Force-Powers, but in order to supply for that, special metallic pieces had to be worn on one's body so that the usage of magnets could 'replicate' the effect of being Force Pushed, or Force Gripped, or...well, Force Shocked, even.
There was a Robot beneath the hologram, but it had to be a pretty nimble one to act as it did.
The crimson blade met with the orange one, and as they battled fiercely, Ahsoka frowned. "What's that style?" she asked. "It's not Shii-Cho."
"It's Vaapad, Master Windu's own style," the Knight answered with a most bored tone, as if she was stating the obvious. "Don't even think about mimicking it, Padawan. It's beyond yours, or mine, for what it matters, expertise."
Ahsoka frowned, "Did he just turn off his lightsaber?"
"That's Trakata," the Knight said. "It's another style."
The Dark Armored figure deftly blocked the lightsaber igniting once more and aimed for its chest, before spinning a devastating kick that sent her Master to tumble on the floor.
Ahsoka winced at the image of her Master slamming against the wall of the holo-chamber, but she blinked as she watched him stand up once more.
"Enough for the day, Eubate," he spoke through the monitor. "Has my apprentice been watching?"
"As you said she would, Master Shade," the Knight replied with a chuckle, deactivating the training program as the droid revealed itself below the hologram, and a door at the end of the corridor opened up. Ahsoka grumbled and crossed her arms in front of her chest as she stepped away from the monitor and once more on the other side of the counter, before tapping her foot with practiced insistence.
"Are you going to teach me that?" Ahsoka asked as soon as her Master stepped into view.
"That depends, Padawan," her master replied with a sigh.
Ahsoka frowned. "On what?"
"The style of Vaapad channels the darkness within our souls and unleashes it on our foes, yet as it does that, we must never lose sight of who we are, or of what we wish to obtain," Master Shade said. "It is Windu's creation, but I took it a step further. I added all the tricks of the book to it, and modified it further. He gave birth to it, and nurtured it into a style. I gripped it by the neck and molded it further." He looked at Ahsoka with a gaze that made her squirm uncomfortably. "It is a battle you are not yet trained to fight. I will teach you, but I will not make the mistake of telling you 'when you'll be stronger', and leave it at that. You will need maturity. You will need wisdom. You will need control. You will need a thousand of different things that can come only with time and patience, and both are things that you are awfully inadequate at right now. Less charging head-on and more peace and serenity, Padawan."
"Then why did you pick me?" Ahsoka asked, her arms crossed over her chest tightening slightly.
"Because I never said charging head-on is wrong," Master Shade acquiesced. "You do need to know
when to and when not to, however."
"Well...that still doesn't answer my question," Ahsoka said. Master Shade sighed, and beckoned her closer with a hand. She frowned and neared, and he flicked her forehead with his index finger, making her wince at the sudden -if utterly not life-threatening- hit, and making her recoil slightly. "Hey! What was that for!?"
"You should not doubt your worth, Padawan. I chose you for reasons that I know, and that you should know too. I will not repeat them to further boost your pride. Suffice to say I will make you the finest Jedi there will ever be, and that whatever happens, I will be there for any question, and any doubts, you might have."
Ahsoka grumbled, massaging her forehead. 'A woman's face is her pride, you know?' on her lips, but she refrained from speaking it aloud.
As her Master began to leave after waving goodbye to Eubate, she quickly stuck by his side. "So," Ahsoka said. "I think I misunderstood your last words. You were saying something about...a will?"
"Your will," Master Shade acquiesced. "I said to bring your will."
"Well, but meaning 'Willpower' or my 'Strong Will' or...?"
"Your testament," Master Shade said calmly. "Bring your testament."
Ahsoka grimaced. "Urgh. Why would I do that?"
"Well, I'm the Master. I should actually let you do this without a single word, and wait as you stumble along the meaning behind this action, but I'm different, so I could also tell you...but I have an even better idea," he gestured to the canteen. "I'm famished. Eating while speaking about morose arguments is a great way of digesting food. Let's eat, and let's play the game of twenty questions while we're at it."
Ahsoka's lips curled into a nervous smile. Well, at least...her Master had a certain...personality to him? That was a positive thing, right?
It
had to be positive, didn't it?
They wouldn't assign her to someone who wasn't fit for duty as a Master, right!?
AN: And here this is.
Next Snippet, HATE FILLED DAYS OF DOKI-DOKI LOVE, EPISODE TWO.
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