The Second Padawan

Chapter Thirteen

"Hey you!" Ahsoka ran up to some random Padawan.

"Me?" He pointed to himself.

"Yeah, have you seen Hallo Cohl?" She asked.

"Oh yes, my apologies. I saw him at the Mess a few minutes ago, he should be there still."

"Come on!" Ahsoka grabbed my hand and drug me to the Mess Hall.

I looked around, not knowing what the boy looked like.

"There." Ahsoka pointed.

"Let's go then." I started walking over.

"Hello." I said trying to get his attention.

"Who are you?" He turned around.

He had short hair, like most male Padawans do. His eyes were a searing green and his hair was a mix between blonde and brown. He was oddly— never mind, I'm talking to much.

"I uh..." I hesitated awkwardly.

Ahsoka nudged my arm.

"You star struck?" He smirked.

"Excuse me?"

"Are. You. Starstruck?" He said in a demeaning tone. "I am the most famous Padawan after all, my Master is none other than Mace Windu himself." He bragged.

"Like we care." Ahsoka said. "We both have the same Master, at the same time."

"But that's not..."

"Possible?" Ashoka smirked. "Seems like when you're just that skilled, anything can happen."

Ahsoka was getting ahead of herself.

"Maybe the council thought you both constituted as half a Padawan." He snickered.

The two other Padawans next to him laughed, as if on cue.

"Considering you use impractical and untraditional lightsaber techniques, I'm not all that surprised you aren't even a full Padawan." He snarked.

"Since you're so famous, traditional, and practical. I challenged you to a friendly duel." I said.

"Me? A duel with you?" He laughed. "I'm sorry I don't have time for younglings".

"Very funny, I'm just as qualified as you." I said revealing my Padawan braid.

"Fine." He said. "I'll beat you quickly."

"Invite your friends too." Ashoka pointed at the 2 Padawans next to him. "They can witness your loss."

Hallo laughed hysterically. Me and Ahsoka stared at each-other in awkwardness.

"'Meet me in the training dojo in an hour." He took his tray and emptied it in the trash.

"You'll show em." Ahsoka smirked at me.

Me and Ahsoka had been waiting at the dojo as soon as we left the Mess Hall.

"Watch him not even show." Ahsoka said, obviously getting impatient.

The door opened and there he was. With his friends by his side.

"Look who finally decided to show face." Ahsoka said.

He wore a similar tunic to that of Mace Windu, his Master obviously had an effect on his attire.

"Let's just get this over with." He said, removing his Jedi robes.

I force pulled two lightsabers with the force. I handed him one and he didn't accept. He force pulled his own training lightsaber off a rack.