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o5. final proof..

"Hey, you can't be out here-"

Lorna raised her hand and the pirate was pushed back into the wall through the Force. His blaster fell out of his grip and it curshed down on the ground into a pile of metal. The impact knocked him out just enough to not allow him to alert more people that she broke out of her cell, at least not until she was already close to the control room, where most pirates resided during long flights through the galaxy.

Then, the attacked crew member gave the call and they tried to seal the reinforced doors in front of the approaching redhead. She knew those doors were heavy and thick to cut through so Lorna bit down on her bottom lip to concentrate, extending her hand forward.

"Shoot her!" The captain of the pirate crew commanded as soon as the doors squealed to a stop, stuck, and Lorna still came closer. He thought capturing this girl again and bringing her to Yanua along with that king would earn them their credits sooner from the Empire, and their freedom too.

Obviously, they didn't expect the child they tortured to put on a fight the third time she has returned to them, as an adult, and not just any type, but a Jedi too. They realized that the moment the shooting started, and they were all good aimers, yet every single red blast stopped into the vibrating purple blade of Lorna's lightsaber.

To say that she was surprised by the color the crystal settled on, was an understandment. However, Lorna wasn't exactly shocked that she'd weild a blade that proves she has experienced darkness through the light as well. It was only normal that since she conquered her fears to make it, it would turn out to be a token with a high sense of duty and morals, beyond the simple difference of good and evil.

Form I of lightsaber combat was the easiest to use just then, blocking all those blasts. At last, all the training has helped her reach the moment when she stepped into the control room, the doors closing and trapping everyone in with her.

She lowered her lightsaber and raised only one hand. All blasters flew out of the pirates' hands and on the ground at her feet. Lorna switched off her lightsaber and sighed, "Damn, that felt good."

After she stepped over the weapons, standing between the gathered pirates and their only way out, Lorna realized some were considering, during the silence, a fair hand to hand combat to get out.

That was when the captain stepped forward, cautiously, his arms in the air to show that he approached in peace. He was unable to read the numbness on Lorna's features, however, the lack of expression was no red flag for him. "There's out little princess... You don't still hold a grudge for that haircut we gave you, do you?"

"I was a child." There was rage, somewhere behind the seriousness and calm she tried to learn from Luke. Unfortunately, she was aware her patience couldn't compare to his.

"And now you're a Jedi," the captain slowly straightened up. "Your famous Code tells me you cannot kill us."

Lorna quickly recovered from the seriousness and shrugged, relaxing her shoulders and her posture afterwards. "Well, the Code is currently being edited, but you're right. I cannot kill you. However," she accentuated, rising a very satisfied eyebrow. "Before you will all pay for your crimes according to the New Republic in front of which you will turn yourselves in, you are under my jurisdiction and as a first demand..."

Lorna trailed off. Until then, she has been looking at the whole lot of pirates, remembering each of their faces from years back, but now, her gaze stopped on the captain. "Kneel."

The captain watched her, unable to believe he understood well. "I don't kneel in front of little girls," he mocked her with a laugh. Since she admitted she won't kill them with that lightsaber they were so scared off, he assumed he could afford spitting right in front of her, so he did.