“The Jedi are selfless. They only care about others.”
―Anakin Skywalker to Chancellor Palpatine
JEDI TRAINING DOJO
The darkness was total. Not even a hint of light penetrated the hood she wore over her head. Unlike a blindfold, that allowed for normal hearing, sound was muffled. Fiach balanced on her feet, kept her training lightsaber in a defensive position, and concentrated. Without sight or clear sound, she was obliged to rely entirely on the Force.
She moved to her left, whirled, and struck out with her lightsaber. It passed through empty air. She sensed she’d been close but that counted for little to Fiach.
Off to her left, she heard a buzzing sound, and the clatter of metal hitting the floor.
“Point,” the Master said loudly enough for both Padawans to hear.
Fiach felt a trickle of sweat slide down her back. The hood was hot from her breath and she gripped her lightsaber more firmly. The other Padawan in this training exercise had already destroyed three seeker droids. Fiach hadn’t felled one.
“Remember your purpose,” the Master intoned.
Fiach heard not just what the Master said, but what they meant. She could not speak for the other Padawan but Fiach knew she had lost her focus – and the Master clearly did too. The purpose of the exercise, Fiach knew, was cooperation. It did not matter how many seeker droids she destroyed or how many were taken down by the other Padawan. They would be judged on how they worked together. They would have to read each other’s intentions through movement, instinct, and the Force. They would have to be generous, reaching out to each other to reveal their intentions.
But how could she reach out to someone who fought only for themselves?
―Anakin Skywalker to Chancellor Palpatine
JEDI TRAINING DOJO
The darkness was total. Not even a hint of light penetrated the hood she wore over her head. Unlike a blindfold, that allowed for normal hearing, sound was muffled. Fiach balanced on her feet, kept her training lightsaber in a defensive position, and concentrated. Without sight or clear sound, she was obliged to rely entirely on the Force.
She moved to her left, whirled, and struck out with her lightsaber. It passed through empty air. She sensed she’d been close but that counted for little to Fiach.
Off to her left, she heard a buzzing sound, and the clatter of metal hitting the floor.
“Point,” the Master said loudly enough for both Padawans to hear.
Fiach felt a trickle of sweat slide down her back. The hood was hot from her breath and she gripped her lightsaber more firmly. The other Padawan in this training exercise had already destroyed three seeker droids. Fiach hadn’t felled one.
“Remember your purpose,” the Master intoned.
Fiach heard not just what the Master said, but what they meant. She could not speak for the other Padawan but Fiach knew she had lost her focus – and the Master clearly did too. The purpose of the exercise, Fiach knew, was cooperation. It did not matter how many seeker droids she destroyed or how many were taken down by the other Padawan. They would be judged on how they worked together. They would have to read each other’s intentions through movement, instinct, and the Force. They would have to be generous, reaching out to each other to reveal their intentions.
But how could she reach out to someone who fought only for themselves?