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Sometimes, Sunni just needed room to breathe. The Jedi padawan spent every night being tormented by dreams of the horrors she had somehow lived through on Anoth. She still shivered at memories of the relentless barabel acolyte that has mercilessly attacked her in the Temple. He had come at her with fangs, and claws, and lightsaber. Sunni had barely been able to hold him back long enough for the savage to be undone by his own ferocity. Yet she had survived. The acolyte's careless charge had cost him his legs.
Sunni's nightmares were not of what happened during the duel, but what had transpired after. The look in his eyes as she cut him down. Sometimes her dreams replayed what had happened, other times she spared the acolyte and it was he that cut her down. But the worst dreams were when Sunni let the acolyte live, and he transformed from a mindless savage to a noble Jedi Knight, and when Sunni woke up, she was forced to wonder he could have been.
She needed to kill him! Even without legs Sith were a dangerous foe. Yet the questions and accusations flew around Sunni's mind. Questions she knew she would have to answer if she wanted to become a Jedi Knight.
When did a wounded enemy become someone who needed help? Was it self-defense killing a defenseless enemy if the enemy could one day harm you or your friends? Why did self-defense justidy killing if the Jedi were supoosed to be selfless.
This was why Sunni spent most of her nights alone in an empty room meditating. She tried every technique the masters had showed her to try calm her mind and answer those questions. She was never successful. Sunni stood up, the main problem she had with meditating was the amount of stillness it requires. Sunni was all about movement. She would rather run for a million miles than sit still for a million minutes.
She activated her twin-bladed lightsaber in her hand. Two shimmering blades of emerald light emerged from the long shaft, and Sunni began practising her bladework.
Sunni soon became lost in the rhythm of Soresu's footwork and the patterns of her lightsaber. To Sunn, lightsaber combat was an art form. She was an artist, and her movements were her work. When Sunni practiced her lightsaber skills, she did not think about Anoth, instead she thought about a happier time. A time filled with youth, and wonder, and friends. A time before Coruscant.
Wrapped in her happy memories, Sunni continued to weave her lightsaber dance. Almost oblivious to the world around her.
Sunni's nightmares were not of what happened during the duel, but what had transpired after. The look in his eyes as she cut him down. Sometimes her dreams replayed what had happened, other times she spared the acolyte and it was he that cut her down. But the worst dreams were when Sunni let the acolyte live, and he transformed from a mindless savage to a noble Jedi Knight, and when Sunni woke up, she was forced to wonder he could have been.
She needed to kill him! Even without legs Sith were a dangerous foe. Yet the questions and accusations flew around Sunni's mind. Questions she knew she would have to answer if she wanted to become a Jedi Knight.
When did a wounded enemy become someone who needed help? Was it self-defense killing a defenseless enemy if the enemy could one day harm you or your friends? Why did self-defense justidy killing if the Jedi were supoosed to be selfless.
This was why Sunni spent most of her nights alone in an empty room meditating. She tried every technique the masters had showed her to try calm her mind and answer those questions. She was never successful. Sunni stood up, the main problem she had with meditating was the amount of stillness it requires. Sunni was all about movement. She would rather run for a million miles than sit still for a million minutes.
She activated her twin-bladed lightsaber in her hand. Two shimmering blades of emerald light emerged from the long shaft, and Sunni began practising her bladework.
Sunni soon became lost in the rhythm of Soresu's footwork and the patterns of her lightsaber. To Sunn, lightsaber combat was an art form. She was an artist, and her movements were her work. When Sunni practiced her lightsaber skills, she did not think about Anoth, instead she thought about a happier time. A time filled with youth, and wonder, and friends. A time before Coruscant.
Wrapped in her happy memories, Sunni continued to weave her lightsaber dance. Almost oblivious to the world around her.