I'm a Jedi Padawan... oh wait, I'm not. No Master will pick me.
I'm the fabled "Weakest Jedi."
My connection to the force is so below-average I can barely muster a force-push.
My only powers include limited force-sense and basic enhancing of my phy...
Every youngling that walked the Jedi path was bound to hear Master Yoda's famous words once or twice.
There is only success, or failure. No middle ground.
You either succeed, or you fail.
Or...
Is that really what Yoda meant?
Ahsoka POV
"Pssshhew!"
Brilliant indigo bloomed from the heavy hilt.
I couldn't help myself... when I witnessed (y/n) ignite his lightsaber for the first time, my mouth opened into a smile wider than a the largest landing strip.
Behind (y/n), the once roaring inferno started to falter.
The flames died a slow death, ebbing away until their roar was merely a whimper.
"nnnnkNNNNNNNknnnnnnkNNNNNN!"
(y/n)'s blade stood out in the silence, the indigo plasma screaming a grating melody... a sound unlike any I'd ever heard from a lightsaber before.
A cry, a growl...? It was hard to tell.
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With the droids' blasters still cooling, the droid general's gaze lingered on (y/n).
When I glanced back at my closest friend, I realized that I'd left his vision.
Everything had, except Grievous.
The two of them saw each other, and nothing else.
Grievous, standing behind his legions of battle droids.
(y/n), standing atop the wreckage of his master's starfighter.
