Kijani smacked the back of her neck, feeling a bug squish beneath her fingers. There was already a bump rising there. “Oh, it’s alive, alright.”  She wiped her hand gingerly on her pants, before taking the ration pack and grabbing a piece. She didn’t want to complain, but this trip was not off to a good start.

“I will admit, I feel the Force all around us. Animals, plants… even the water itself, somehow. It’s almost overwhelming.” In her six months of training, Kijani’s senses had opened up wide. Her sensitivity had turned into power, and she was getting better by the day. The meditation was nice, the battle training was exciting. She was still working on some of her Force abilities. Her mind tricks came easy, even though she felt guilty about having to try them on friends and family. Moving things had been trickier, but she was getting a handle on it. But try as she might, she hadn’t been able to replicate the massive Force Push she’d displayed on the Death Star.  A large part of her knew why. Fear had fueled her – and Adam had taught that fear was a path to the Dark Side. Had she been tapping into that, without meaning to?

She nibbled at her food for a while, before sighing and leaning toward the heat lamp. It was getting cold. “What do you think the Master will start us with? I feel like I have a lot to learn, but I don’t know what it is.”