I applied the last bandage to my arm, the bleeding had finally stopped. But the pain had gotten a whole lot worse. I inspected the crystal, it glowed with a vibrant light. I had seen things like it before, only in my dreams though. The ones with my father. A knock sounded at the door making me sit up abruptly.
"Hey, you alright?" Kanan asked as he slunk into the room.
"A shot to the shoulder never stopped me." He paused, looking around at Sabine's paintings.
"Do you know what that is?" He said, gesturing to the crystal.
"Kyber." I responded plainly,
"You're doing better than Ezra already." He chuckled,
"Cut to the chase, please." I growled, jumping from the top bunk.
"That mission was a test."
"A test?"
"You passed."
"What was the test for?"
"If you want to join the Rebels, if you want to know more about your power, I-we want you to be a part of the Ghost crew." My eyes widened,
"I thought you already had a Padawan."
"Who said I couldn't have two?" He leaned against the wall, arms crossed and waiting for my answer.
"I-I don't know what to say."
"What's stopping you from saying yes?"
"The Force. My own power."
"I can teach you how to control it. How to help other people with it."
"What if I lose control and I hurt somebody?"
"It's the same risk you take by shooting a gun or flying a ship." He put a hand on my shoulder comfortingly.
"I'll give you a little while to think about it." With that he left me in Sabine's room, leaving me to stare at the paintings. Most of them were the Rebellion symbol with her own twist. I wanted to join The Ghost Crew. My heart desperately wanted to make friends with someone, anyone. But I had seen my powers used in so many ways. To kill people, to cause chaos, to tear families apart. But on the contrary I had seen it used for great good, saving people, resolving the chaos, reuniting families. Most of the time the bad things done with my powers laid a darkness over the good things that could be done. I paced back and forth, the kyber around my neck pulsing with it's light.
"You are a Rebel. No matter what anyone says."
The woman's words echoed through my mind. Kanan told me he could help me control it. Control the energy that lurked inside of me. Awakened when I called out to it for help. Taking in a deep breath, I walked out of the room. The whole crew was waiting outside for me.
"So?" Kanan asked, for once cutting to the chase.
"I want to become a Jedi, for the good of the galaxy."
"Welcome to the Ghost Crew, Spectre-7."
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A FEW DAYS LATER...
The Jedi training started immediately, lightly at first because of my shoulder. But as it healed, the training got more and more intense.
"You're not trying hard enough." Kanan sighed, I slid the bowl away towards Ezra.
"Ezra, your turn, by the wordless decree of Celeste."
Ezra lifted the bowl with ease, twirling it in the air just to show off. I snatched it out of the air and set it back on the table. Frustratedly running my fingers through my platinum blonde hair.
"Use the force, Celeste. I know you feel the energy inside of you."
"I can't!" I yelled, with that I got up from the table and stormed off to the nose gun.
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SPECTRE-7
FanfictionCeleste Greys has always been on her own, accepting any job she could get to keep herself alive. She only cared for herself, jumping from planet to planet. Making sure she wouldn't get attached to anything or anyone. But that all changes when she me...
