The Lucky One (a Star Wars fanfic)

Chapter 37

Rider's pov

Impatiently, I sit on the top of a building on Tatooine overlooking an alley, other buildings, and sand, hoping that this Jedi will arrive soon to save me from this anxiety that continues to build with each second I wait. I just want to know how good this Jedi is so that I know if I will live through today. Not knowing if today is my last day, it's killing me.

A minute later, I smile nervously as I see a cloaked figure walking through the alley. The Jedi is here.

I take in a deep breath then jump off the building, using the force to cushion my landing. I land in a crouch just ten feet away from the Jedi. The second my feet touched the ground, the Jedi reached into the folds of his black cloak, pulling out his lightsaber and activating it, causing the sapphire blue to spring to life, it humming softly in anticipation for the fight that is soon to come.

"Hello, Sith," the Jedi sneers as he steps closer to me, his voice slightly familiar, but I can't figure out why. 

My hand hovers just inches above the lightsaber attached to my belt, ready to start fighting the Jedi, but I feel a nudge from the force telling me to wait. Even though the force not wanting me to engage this Jedi is a little alarming, I listen to the force, my chest rising and falling a little faster as I lower my hand away from my lightsaber, afraid that doing so is going to get me killed.

"Are you scared, Sith?" The Jedi taunts as he moves three steps closer to me, causing me to fill with anger.

Now that anger has consumed all of my rational thoughts, I reach for my lightsaber but hesitate when the force screams for me to stop. Why is the force so against me fighting this Jedi?

"Are you not going to fight me, Sith?" The Jedi asks in a bored tone as he comes closer, now leaving only five feet between us.

Why won't the force let me fight this Jedi who clearly wants to fight me? Shouldn't it be the opposite, me, the Sith, wanting to fight while him, the Jedi, one of the peacekeepers of the galaxy tries to avoid fighting so he can keep the peace?

"What kind of Sith doesn't want to fight? Are you just an apprentice who is scared of fighting your first Jedi?" The Jedi asks in a mocking tone as he takes another step. He is so close now. Why is the force letting him get this close to killing me but won't even let me take out my lightsaber?

As he moves closer once again, I quickly step back, the panic starting to set in. Desperately, I reach out to the force, needing it to help me get through this, because without it, I won't make it out of this fight alive.

After a few seconds of nothing, the force urges me to take off my cloak. 

Even though I know that taking off my cloak won't help me win this fight, I do as it wants, letting my cloak fall to the floor. Once I am no longer wearing it, I hold my deactivated lightsaber in my hand, ready to use it even though the force doesn't want me to.

The Jedi pauses mid-step, just staring at me with two blue eyes that look so familiar, but why? 

Before I can spend another second wondering why this Jedi seems so familiar to me, the Jedi suddenly raises his right hand, creating a powerful force push that I am unable to avoid. For a few seconds I am weightless, just soaring through the air, but that feeling fades quickly, being replaced by sharp pain as my back collides hard with the wall of a nearby building. A groan escapes as gravity slams me into the ground, my vision filling with black spots from my head hitting it much too hard. I try to shake the spots from my vision, but it only makes me dizzier, causing me to shut my eyes tightly.

I am reminded that the Jedi is here when he grabs me by the front of my shirt and uses it to pull me to my feet. The second I am upright, he slams my back against the wall then pins me there with his lightsaber just inches from my throat, close enough that I can feel the searing heat radiating off of it.