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Kijani barely stirred as Adam carried her to bed. She was locked in a dreamless sleep, and had exhaustion written all over her face. She slept for hours as the ship traveled, only to wake with a start. She came to slowly, the events of the past few days catching up.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in."

Bail entered, looking both relieved and worried at the same time. "Thank goodness, you're awake. I was starting to get worried." He smiled warmly, but there was something hidden in his eyes that Kijani couldn't quite understand.

"Father... our home is gone. What are we doing to do?" She rose up and hugged him, and quite suddenly began weeping. She'd been holding it back for some time now. Everything came out in a flood. Kijani even saw her father shedding some tears. For a while, there was nothing but quiet weeping between the two of them.

After that, Kijani stood. She hadn't noticed it before, but the lightsaber hanging on her belt immediately drew her attention. She took it in hand, transfixed, and then she lit it. The golden glow matched her eyes, somehow. It felt right in her hand, but she didn't dare swing it without ample practice. This was a weapon of beauty and destruction.

Bail winced. "Kijani, we must talk about this.... Jedi business."

Kijani turned back to her father. "What is there to talk about? I'll take any advantage I can to win this war. If only I had known sooner." Her shoulders squared as something occurred to her. "Father, did you and Mother know about this? From what I know of Jedi, they are trained from the time they can walk and hold a blade."

Bail sighed softly, and patted the side of the cot beside him. Kijani sat back down.

"...we suspected. Strongly suspected. But you must understand - at the time you were coming up, the Jedi were being hunted down. There was no one to take you in, no one to train you. The Jedi were - and are - a dangerous thing to be. I... I don't want you to do this, little sun. It's far too dangerous, likely to get you killed."

"And leading the Rebellion isn't dangerous? I'm wanted throughout half the Galaxy, and you're saying this is the dangerous part? No." Kijani raised her chin. "I will take up this training. I will become a Jedi. I will lead the Rebellion into battle, and victory. Even if I have to carve Darth Vader and the Emperor apart with my own two hands."

There it was again, that unreadable look in Bail's eyes. "...why are you putting all of this on your shoulders? Why you?"

"Who else? This is the crown I have been tasked to wear." Kijani stared down her father. For a moment, there was a silent battle of wills. Slowly, Bail hung his head. A few tears slipped down his cheeks.

"Your mother would be very proud. You have more of her in you every day."

"Thank you, Father." Kijani had to fight back tears herself. "I'm going to find Adam."

And she stepped into the hallway, the weight of a saber on her belt, and the weight of destiny on her shoulders.

"Well- I have some news, but I wanted to run this by you first." Devika flashed a warm and cheery grin to Roxy. "My parents want us to come visit. I've told them everything, and they're excited to meet you! I've been getting so much better lately, and our connection is holding. So I wanted to ask - would you be okay with going to visit them sometime this week?" There was a light and eagerness in her eyes that hadn't been present in some time.

She was really hoping that Roxy would agree. While she wouldn't say they were 'close', at the very least they were approaching something like friendship. Roxy seemed less cold lately, and Devika could swear she caught the other woman smiling once. She couldn't remember exactly why, but the moment had set her heart pounding. But - that was to be kept to herself.

"It wouldn't be for long. Just long enough to eat dinner."
Kijani nearly felt her legs give out as they finally, finally reached the deck of the Millennium Falcon. "We... we encountered a monster. Darth Vader." She had been too afraid to think straight before, but all of the reports from the rebels matched that man's description. It made complete sense. The only thing that didn't match was their survival. "Obi Wan saved us both." She felt tears welling up, but she pushed them away. She slumped near Adam, eyes shut.

"...We should go, Captain." Let it be her to make the hard choice. Sure, it was possible for Obi Wan to survive his encounter. Theoretically, he could be on his way. But they had to survive. The Rebellion had to. "Let's fly."

Sacrifice one for a thousand.

If anyone wanted to switch places with Kijani, she would have liked it to be for these moments.

Jinny’s simple days turned into weeks. Those weeks rapidly turned into months.

Jinny’s training continued, though at a much more careful pace considering her first incident. Accuracy practice, telekinetic practice, acrobatics, memorization. She was learning to swim, and had several books on various languages to learn from. Japanese was first, since she already had some foundation in that thanks to her parents. Spanish, French, even some very simple Chinese. She absorbed knowledge like a sponge. Her natural talents began to shine – she had an unusually high level of competency with numbers, and she liked to take things apart.

She also started school, which was an adjustment. Initially, she definitely did not want to go. It was much more fun at home. Slade usually left her to her own devices, with books and toys and all sorts of entertaining things. School, by comparison, was boring. 1 + 1 was boring. She knew more than that. Handwriting was too hard – her letters came out strange and she didn’t like that at all. The only thing she liked was recess, as any child might. Some days were better than others.

Today was not one of those days.

The school bus dropped Jinny off in front of the house, and she came in pouting, nearly in tears. She sought out her Uncle, sat at his feet and promptly began to cry.

“I hate school, Uncle Slade! It’s boring and I have to sit a lot, and all of the other kids are babies, and the only one with powers ‘sides me is a BOY! And he’s mean! I don’t want to go anymore!”

She sniffled and rubbed at her nose with her sleeve. “Can’t I just stay here with you forever?”
Hooray, evil boarding school! I should have a post for you this weekend.
Awesome! Should I roll it forward then? A few days or weeks?
I do want a time skip, but I also want Jinny to meet some other villains too. Perhaps not at 5 unless they're good with super kiddos.
As Adam was lifted off of the ground, Kijani could do nothing but watch in horror. Adam had put up a good fight, but she could see that there was no chance of winning. This man seemed to be amused, if nothing else, toying with Adam for reasons she didn't know. Kijani herself was utterly exhausted. It seemed her little display of Force had done nothing but to make her tired. Her head was spinning.

"No! Please don't kill him!" All she could do was uselessly plead, leaning against the wall. She knew that she was next, and could do absolutely nothing to defend herself. "Please!" Tears were blurring her vision now, as she watched Adam's face go redder and then slip into a disturbing looking purple.

And then, like a miracle, Obi-wan showed up. "Obi-wan!" It seemed like a great battle was about to take place. As Adam was dropped like a pile of trash, she rushed to his side to try to get him on his feet. "Adam, please, get up if you can. We have to get out of here."
Over the next few weeks, Devika kept working on her blog and her bubble. She was getting stronger by the day. Part of her was still trying to get Roxy to open up, but it was hard. Maybe impossible. Maybe Roxy just didn't want to be friends at all. It would make sense. Devika was just an interruption dropped into her seemingly solitary life. Maybe she was wasting her time attempting to get to know the other woman.

After many emails back and forth and much friendly argument, Devika finally set up a time to visit her parents. She came downstairs in the morning, all smiles and humming to herself. She missed her parents dearly and was so happy to just think about seeing them again. Sure, they'd had a weekly video chat, but that was nothing compared to the real thing. To think she'd be able to hug her mother and father again.

Devika poked her head into the shop, Roxy already hard at work as usual. "Good morning Roxy!"
I would love to see a post from you.

If you need to drop this, I will be disappointed but I understand. I just really enjoy it, that's all. It's hard for me to find good writing partners.
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