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'I'm trying Master! I'm trying!' Amenii choked out, beads of sweat matted her brow as the ball dropped several inches at her lapsed in concentration.

'Clearly.' Master Yarro spoke with disdain. Without looking at her, his meaty hand closed around a fist of the metallic training spears. 'Here. let me make it easier for you.'

With the full force of his body, Yarro hurled the projectiles towards her.

Amenii screamed and tried to will them to stop, she may have been wishing the sun to be bolted out. Several of the projectiles went wide, but the bulk of the metal balls struck her painfully. One cracked against her temple, and with it she lost all concentration.

Her single sphere fell to the polished floor with a crack joining the multiple clones of it lazily rolling across the room.

A general murmur of snickers came from the far side of the room where the other apprentices where training their saber drills. Their practice had long stopped to better watch the amusement unfolding across the room.

Amenii felt her cheeks burn, but she kept her eyes down. ‘I’m sorry Master.’

With a snort, Yarro, leered down at her. ‘I had expected more from you Patawan Amenii, yet you continue to disappoint.’ His gaze shifted to the group of young Patawans across the room before returning to her.

His implications clear. She had been stripped of her training saber after an accident that had nearly cost her an arm. Yarro had denied her the use of a bacta chamber, insisting that the pain would be a lesson of its own. He had then barred her from attending the classes until she ‘demonstrated she had the aptitude for such a task.’ Amenii knew she would probably never hold a saber again if Yarro had his way.

‘Clean this mess up.’ Was all Yarro growled as he turned to leave the room, paused, and then added. ‘Without touching them.’

‘Yes Master.’ Amenii turned her head, not willing to let him see her cry.

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'I'm trying Master! I'm trying!' Amenii choked out, beads of sweat matted her brow as the ball dropped several inches at her lapsed in concentration.

'Clearly.' Master Yarro spoke with disdain. Without looking at her, his meaty hand closed around a fist of the metallic training spears. 'Here. let me make it easier for you.'

With the full force of his body, Yarro hurled the projectiles towards her.

Amenii screamed and tried to will them to stop, she may have been wishing the sun to be bolted out. Several of the projectiles went wide, but the bulk of the metal balls struck her painfully. One cracked against her temple, and with it she lost all concentration.

Her single sphere fell to the polished floor with a crack joining the multiple clones of it lazily rolling across the room.

A general murmur of snickers came from the far side of the room where the other apprentices where training their saber drills. Their practice had long stopped to better watch the amusement unfolding across the room.

Amenii felt her cheeks burn, but she kept her eyes down. ‘I’m sorry Master.’

With a snort, Yarro, leered down at her. ‘I had expected more from you Patawan Amenii, yet you continue to disappoint.’ His gaze shifted to the group of young Patawans across the room before returning to her.

His implications clear. She had been stripped of her training saber after an accident that had nearly cost her an arm. Yarro had denied her the use of a bacta chamber, insisting that the pain would be a lesson of its own. He had then barred her from attending the classes until she ‘demonstrated she had the aptitude for such a task.’ Amenii knew she would probably never hold a saber again if Yarro had his way.

‘Clean this mess up.’ Was all Yarro growled as he turned to leave the room, paused, and then added. ‘Without touching them.’

‘Yes Master.’ Amenii turned her head, not willing to let him see her cry.