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Leaning into Lexta, then against the table, Leh’Min just took a moment to catch her breath and regain her senses. “What the hett, sorry, not sure what happened, but I’m okay,” she didn’t lie but wasn’t sure, but whatever, that fridge had ramen in it and it needed to fill the Togruta’s stomach...

"Something to do with said adults getting drunk and it being no environment for anybody under a given age limit." It was an honest answer but caused Leh'Min to spend those few minutes questioning what that age limit even was. One species' age of adulthood was not the same as the other. Such as...

Rage…rage against the— —THE DYING— “L-...” The letter was barely a whisper on her lips. “Li-...” The formation of a word, of emotion, no weapons. “...Lin…” Nemesis… Says a voice from a void. Yes, Master? You hesitate. Return to me. Do not delay. Master…but…no…w-wait! Return to me. Do...

Blade up. Pointed at her opponent. Other blade up. Placed over her own throat. Ready to claim her own life in a moment. To return her spirit to the universe. Her existence was always at the mercy of her master anyway. To a student, a weapon, like Nemesis, what was the difference between the...

Maybe it was Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon. Yes. Even a Weapon knew a girl’s past. After all, memories were in the blade, on its edge, in the heat of the moment that was captured for eternity. Burning if frozen like the energy in a lightsaber’s blade. Maybe it was Master Kenobi or Master Jinn who had...

A song... So long... Frustrating. She could accept her left fang having missed its target. Didn’t get it. Quin wasn’t bitten. He used the Force to shift Nemesis’ weapon off course. It happened. She attempted the same tactic on him, caught him step to her left, then she could step with him and...

It was a dangerous game to play when it came to swords and the Force. As much as one could pull someone’s whole body they could instead tug on a single limb as Quin did with Nemesis. Airborne, her left sword missed its target, not due to an interception by another weapon, but because the Force...

Sabers. Not words. Quin had failed his lesson. He would be punished for this. A weapon was trained with, honed, sharpened at its edge, but in the end every weapon faced punishment. A lemon learned this. So did Nemesis. Taking the moment of inaction to focus on every muscle in her body, every...

Emptiness. Fulfillment. Balance. Something in between. If her master could conquer this galaxy, could encircle it, girdle every system and planet, there would be no stopping him. He had a vision and his student had seen it. Had glimpsed its promise. Had witnessed it as surely as a Jedi...

Nemesis felt the resistance against her right weapon, the Force that wrapped around it suddenly transitioning from a pull to a push. It was an effective tactic that helped prevent Quin’s arm from being severed at the elbow; though it also allowed his opponent to instantly regain control over her...

Nemesis’ left saber missed Quin’s elbow, intercepted with his own weapon, at which point Nemesis twisted her left wrist in an attempt to bend her opponent’s blade backward and downward with her own upon their connection. At that moment, Quin opened his left hand and attempted to rip Nemesis’...

Left weapon tried to take Quin’s hand from his wrist. He lifted his weapon and intercepted the Weapon’s. Leh’Min’Ayd was her name. Her blade was the same but she wasn’t the same. She had another blade anyway. As Quin Leonkri’s emerald light bit into purple light, Nemesis swung her right...

A girl thinks. Am I even...a girl? Within this world. A weapon she brings. No. That’s wrong. A girl doesn’t bring the weapon. A girl is the weapon. And weapons have no emotions. A boy steps in front of a girl. He has a name. Quin Leonkri. She has a name. Leh’Min’Ayd. Not anymore… They both...

A bird. A bird can fly. A girl. A girl can fight. A girl can cry. Even though she hides it. Though her eyes are closed. She’s crying. Like a little baby. Yeah a little dumb baby all over again. Mindlessly. Crybaby. This is mindless. She isn’t so vibrant. She’s so violent though. She knows it...

“Lambda, Lambda, it rhymes with…huh…” Struggling to think of that one, if not oblivious to her companion’s question, Leh’Min erupted into a jig to the music. Couldn’t help it but, what the hett, it was easy to groove and engage in conversation too. The streets they were flying the Nameless...

A girl isn’t sure. Am I awake? Is she still asleep? Am I…dreaming…a dream…within…a dream? Maybe it’s too late. Maybe she’s already dead. Maybe he’s already dead. Her music ended. It always ends when she wakes. So she never really hears it with her eyes open. It was lost. It was gone. A distant...

A girl…a girl is a bird…sleeping sweetly…dreaming peacefully…thinking…When will he leave?...needing to breathe…thinking…What can I eat?...believing…maybe this isn’t reality…nah…it’s a fantasy…yah…doesn’t mean anything really…’cause a girl is asleep…but…a girl is a bird…a bird with...

...Stop…please…just…stop…punish...ing…me... A girl is screaming. Poor girl. A girl is crying. Didn’t mean to make mistakes. Not exactly. Didn’t exist to break. To be broken. So silly. “When will you listen? When will you learn?” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH” “When will you see, hear, little purple...

“NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNIN!” Lin roared. His arms spread. His back arched. Convulsing. Lin is Lem’s friend. But she’s stuck. Helpless. Struggling. Just watching Lin. Just listening to him. Sympathetic. Empathetic. Yet his power is…immense…at...

Well, a girl is positively pleased and pretty purple, obviously, but also pretty bubbly. Hungry! Oya. Thirsty. Sure. Tired? Ya. But, hum, snacks sounded great. Having the rest of the snacks? Awwww ain’t Lin great? Carry her the rest of the way? Piece o' cake! Except, even where she had drawn...