Barriss x Caleb one-shots

Krell Part 2

The next morning, Caleb was intrudingly awoken by an exceedingly grumpy Master Krell. By virtue of an abusive tub of water spitefully splashed onto his face. Resulting in him standing up to assert the perils that had dawned against him. Only to be brought face to face with the tormenting face of an alien he'd never forget. Even, in death.

"Get yourself ready Padawan, you have 3 minutes."

"3 minutes?" He practically exploded. A regular day took him at least 15 minutes to even get dressed! Though there was undoubtedly little to be done as he understood the treacherous beams that could potentially perspire his frame.

Yet he'd only made it half way after the entirety of a 5 labour intensive minutes. Spending another 5 getting dressed, and another to ensure the security of his physical appearance.

"YOU ARE 20 MINUTES LATE PADAWAN!"

"Well technically it was 12 cause you see..."

The poor child was silenced by the disorientation of a bewildered spirit, before getting smacked multiple times by 4 exceeding cramped hands. Each deploying adequate effort in an attempt of disparaging his frame with countless punches to the mid-section.

Caleb sobbed bitterly, using everything to exceed the tears though expecting of his next courses of action.

"Do you have anything to say to me youngling?"

"I...I can do this all - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed, chewing on the impending fury of a bright blue blade penalising his hand, the bolted beam shoving itself straight through his languorous leg.

"Hahahahaha." He laughed, "Now get up and start training."

The next few months were no different. Plentiful injuries and ruinous perils pervading his entire body. The chars and burns leaving countless moats within his frame, constantly inserting years of pain onto his slim carcass.

Though one good had come from all of it. Caleb had met a courteous Mirialan by the name of Barriss Offee, a force healer who had been more than welcoming whenever he attained his daily miscellaneous assortment of injuries. 

"Oh Caleb, what's happened this time?" She consoled.

"Just a couple of cuts, Padawan Offee." He faked, hopefully mitigating the fabricates. For he was now foreboding to the cruel, pensive ways of his master.

"Caleb, you need to be more honest. I can only do so much without knowing where these injuries are from. There could be causes of infections if I don't know what the source is."

"I..." He shivered, the tears bottled within his sore, teal-blue eyes.

"I c...can't tell you."

"Caleb, whatever it is, just..."

"No!" He sighed, "I'm sorry I...I didn't mean to, it's just. I...I can't tell you. Sorry, I'll be - I'll be on my way."

Rather short if you asked me. But hey, I promise it won't be long until I publish the next part. We cool with that? Cool? No cool? Cool? Good.