Star Wars: Revan

Chapter Forty: New Training And Reveal

TIMESKIP - CUROSCANT - TEMPLE OF THE JEDI - TRAINING ROOM - DAY

Revan was training with his Padawan, Ahsoka, in a training room of the Jedi Temple. The two were duelling with lightsabers, their movements a blur of orange and green as they danced around each other, the hum of their weapons echoing off the walls. But Revan could tell something was off with Ahsoka today; her movements were stiffer than usual, and she was losing focus more often than not. He decided to pause their session.

Revan: Ahsoka, hold on.

Ahsoka's lightsaber came to a rest, the blade fading away as she turned to face him, panting slightly. Concern etched her features, her eyes searching his for the reason behind the abrupt halt.

Revan: What's bothering you? Your form is... distracted.

Ahsoka hesitated before speaking, her gaze dropping to the floor.

Ahsoka: I don't know, Master. It's like there's something important I'm missing, when I should be fighting.

Revan studied her, his own lightsaber deactivated at his side. He tries to probe gently with his words, not wanting to push too hard but needing to understand.

Revan: When did this feeling start?

Ahsoka: It's been like this ever since we returned from Mandalore. I can't shake it off.

Her voice was low, filled with a mix of frustration and confusion. Revan tried remembering the events on Mandalore. Then it clicks. When he was in the Force sensitive prison, Ahsoka had gotten both her and his lightsaber off of Artel Darc. That was when her fighting style had started to change. Revan walks over to where the training sticks are kept, placing his lightsaber in his belt. He grabs three training sticks and tosses two at Ahsoka.

Revan: (softly) Tell me, Ahsoka, how did you feel when you held two lightsabers and faced Artel Darc?

Ahsoka caught the sticks mid-air with a flick of her wrists, her eyes lighting up with the memory.

Ahsoka: I felt... different, Master. More powerful, yet in control. Like I could handle anything that came my way.

Her grip on the training sticks tightened, the muscles in her arms flexing as she thought back to that moment. Revan nodded, understanding the significance of her revelation.

Revan: The dual-wielding technique is a way of fighting that requires a high level of skill and concentration. It can be powerful, but it's also demanding. Perhaps it's time for us to explore it further.

Ahsoka's eyes widened in excitement.

Ahsoka: You think I could learn it?

Revan: (chuckles) If you're able to hold your own against a Sith assassin, I suspect you have the potential. But it's not a decision to be made lightly. It will require commitment and adjustment.

Ahsoka's excitement was palpable, the air around her crackling with the anticipation of a new challenge. She nodded, eager to begin.

Revan: Good, because the first step is getting used to fighting with two weapons at once. Get ready, I'm not gonna be easy on you.

With that, he readies his stick, his eyes narrowing in concentration. Ahsoka follows suit, her sticks poised and ready. Revan knows that this is a pivotal moment in her training, one that could either break her spirit or elevate her to new heights. He decides to start slow, allowing her to feel the balance of the two weapons in her hands.