[b][u]Zanna meets her Idol!: Part two.[/u][/b]

At first Zanna thought she had it. The nanites responded to her control and changed the Jawa as she desired. She was too busy concentrating on not losing control of the virus to marvel at the powers and abilities of Alchemy. When she was sure the virus had spread over the Jawa's body, she moved the nanites into the brain of the poor creature. And that's where her control failed. She felt it, and knew that it was fully lost. But she still tried to regain control, feeling the terror radiating off of the Jawa. Terror could turn to anger very quickly...

And that's exactly what happened. The Jawa's fear of her turned to anger, and it charged at her. Instinctively, Zanna's hands shot up and gave it a strong Force Push away from her. She underestimated how fast it would move though, and the tip of it's blade dragged across her palm, causing her to hiss in pain. The Jawa wasn't down, however. It was still alive. Still hostile. Using her pain, fear, and anger, Zanna shot Force lightning into the Jawa. When she was sure that it was dead and wouldn't be rising back to try and kill her, she turned to Guide, awaiting the scathing remarks about her failure and her removal from his presence with a stoic face. 

-Only her eyes being the only things betraying a hint of her true feelings, shame embarrassment, and frustration. She had failed. He had given her a simple task, prove her Alchemichal ability, and she had failed. Doubtful she would ever learn anything from him, now that she wasn't any use. A question burned in her mind, that she would undoubtedly have to find by herself. Why? What had she done wrong? Where had she gone wrong? Why, why, why?

Guide merely looked at the dead Jawa on the floor, mostly in disgust and didn't even bother looking at the apprentice. [i]Pity.[/i] She had shown promise in actually being able to give the virus root in the body of the Jawa however he did not betray that though at all. He simply continued to look at the corpse of the beast on the floor which was releasing a foul burnt stench into the air. It was true that the chemical aspect she had some control over but her control over the micro-organisms in the Force was the main issue. [i]Pity.[/i]

"Leave, and I will send for you at some other date. Perhaps we will try something [i]more your level.[/i]"

Zanna nodded in aquisence, and took two steps towards the exit before stopping and turning back to Guide. "Forgive me, Master Guide, but where did I go wrong? What did I do wrong? Everything was going as it should have been and then..." She made a helpless gesture. And then everything fell apart when she tried to attatch the nanites to the cerebral cortex. Why though? Was it something she had done wrong? Or was it simply power? It would gnaw at her all day and night if she didn't find an answer soon, be it from Guide or from her own searching.

Though, she was worried she might be pushing her boundaries...

"[i]Leave[/i] apprentice, do not waste my time." He stretched out in the force sealing all doors to the ramp and lowering it. "Tomorrow"

Zanna quickly bowed her way out, quickly leaving before she pushed her luck any further. Tomorrow? So he hadn't given completely up on her. As she left, with her back turned to Guide, she couldn't suppress the smile at the knowledge that she would be learning from Guide. Even the afterthought that he might very well be just figuing out how to kill her and get rid of her quickly couldn't get rid of the spring in her step. 

 Soon though, her research took over all thoughts and she was back to muttering and scribbling notes as she walked. Luckily with less crashing into people this time.