To Have a Gift (A Star Wars Fanfic)

Chapter 3

Somehow, Arrai had managed to arrive before Anakin had even gotten there. He had no idea how that'd happened. He'd have to ask her later.

"I'm driving." She said.

"Nope." He stated.

Both were amazing pilots, but they knew who needed to fly this thing. "Fine." She grumbled. She put together a very handy weapon that he had discovered a few years back. It was a very useful tool in hand-to-hand combat and she felt as if she needed something other than a full length saber. She attached a cuff to each if her hands and tweaked it so the blade would be even shorter. Her hand guiding the tiny pieces, they all flew together to finish the process. Then she tried them out. A yellow blade sparked to life.

"Those are super cool." Anakin said. "Where'd you learn to make those?"

"I invented them, smart one."

"Oh. You're gonna have to show me how to do all that on-the-spot saber making."

"Can't." She stated. "Dark Jedi stuff."

He groaned. "That's racist."

"No, it's not." She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I'm saying you don't possess the ability to do that as a Jedi. Even as great a tinker as you are, you couldn't do this to save your life."

"Well," he sarcastically smiled. "That's comforting. Anymore of your super awesome powers that I should know about and don't have?"

She deactivated the lightcuffs and thought a moment. "Probably."

It was Anakin's turn to roll his eyes. "You know, I had forgotten how annoying you..."

"There!" She shouted, pointing at a falling Obi-Wan.

Arrai identified the ship used for escape and smiled. She could catch it. She called upon the Dark Side of the Force. Her eyes soon matched her sabers. And then she jumped. It was higher than any Jedi could, or any Sith. Her Neutral State gave her great acrobatics and Force-jump heights. The Dark Side amplified this power, allowing her to go even further.

Anakin was amazed. His sister was super cool. He watched her jump from ship to ship. He was almost out-of-focus when his master caught onto the back of the ship. Then he started to climb forward. "Your sister can definitely jump."

He nodded at this.

"No, seriously. She ripped the seat!" He complained.

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Arrai finally caught the ship. The bounty hunter inside would pay for what she did.

Oops. She suppressed the Dark Side and her thoughts immediately weren't so dark. Her eyes became blue as she shook her head violently.

The person began shooting at her. She could easily dodge them. She made a fist, which activated her cuffs. She drove the blade seep into the ship's system.

She hung on for dear life as they began spiraling out of control. The hunter began limping away from her craft. Arrai had obviously gotten part of her leg as well. Oh, well.

She marched her way into a club and the Dark stopped.

"Arrai!" She heard her brother shout. "Where'd she go?"

"She's in the club. Go find her."

"Shouldn't you come with us?"

"Do I look like I can legally go into a club?" She gestured to herself.

"But you're nineteen."

"But I don't look it, so just go. I'll wait around back."

The Jedi walked into the hole in the wall place. The Dark waited until they'd gone before turning herself around and heading to the backdoor exit.

When she got there, she finally let herself let out a groan of pain. Somehow, that bounty hunter had managed to blast her arm. The wound didn't look bad, but if she didn't get help there could be permanent damage. But she couldn't worry about that at the moment.

She suddenly heard silence in the club. Then she counted down. "Three, two, one." The door swung open as the Jedi dragged the changeling out.

She quickly hid her injury, not wanting to draw attention to her.

Rule number one of Dark Jedi missions: stay focused on the mission, no matter what. Don't let anything distract you while on it. If you get hurt, block the pain, if another gets hurt, ignore them, no matter how serious their injury.

"Who're you working for?" Anakin asked.

His sister couldn't hear her mumbled answer. Out of nowhere, she felt a presence, a hostile one. Quicker than she could react with an injured hand, a dart flew and sunk its way into the woman's neck.

"Great, now she's dead." She complained. "Come on, let's get back to the senator."

"Arrai, wait." Anakin called.

"What?" She was kinda in a hurry, but tried not to show it.

"You took a hit." He noticed. Great.

"I did?" She tried to play dumb. But her brother was smarter than that. She sighed. "Let's just get back."