A Jedi's Destiny

I look at the dark-skinned figure of my best friend and he giggles, kicking up the mud with his boots. The mud misses me and I look at him.

"You here to play in the mud or to get your ass kicked?" I say in a cocky tone. He grabs his saber as a small toad-hog croaks, and light bugs flicker in the air as we stand in the swampy middle of the swamp, the sun slowly rising as the yellow sky crackles with a soft thunder, lightning landing far away in the unknown land of Taris.

"Get my ass kicked?" he says with a smile. I nod and grab my saber, spinning the unactive saber as I look at him, his hand holding the brown wooden saber with a smile, the ignition made of a white beskar top to allow the blade to form. He spins it and the green blade appears, his blade spinning as he smiles and points it to me.

I allow my blade to join his, my entire beskar blade spinning as I ignite it and pull it close to my face, the blade points to Maro as he smiles.

"Yeah, get your ass kicked. I think you need a good beating,"