Quay'Na Rakai
Aug 2nd, 2003, 06:07:09 AM
Quay’Na groaned as she rolled over in the darkness of her sleeping chamber and glanced at the chronometer.
It was nearly two-thirty in the morning and her holo-projector that was in the main room, beeped annoyingly.
She was actually surprised that she’d even heard it, being as exhausted as she was. Dressed in a dark blue tank top and gray shorts, she crawled out of her bed.
The young Padawan hustled into the main room, it could be Sage. But, she doubted it, he would’ve used their comlinks.
A wide smile brightened her features as she looked at the review screen. It was flashing...Aramis Rakai-Corellia.
Quay’Na pressed the receiver button, ready to greet her uncle...
Her expression fell as an older, tight-faced woman with a scowl appeared before her. She was dressed in the dark blue formal uniform of a Corellian Flight Instructor. The woman’s dark brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun, making her appearance look that more foul.
The holo-projector’s recording mode began immediately.
With a heavy sigh, Quay’Na remembered her Jedi manners and bowed respectfully to the image. “Mother, what a pleasant surprise.” She said and attempted to keep the touch of sarcasm out of her voice.
“No need for pleasantries, daughter. I know, you don’t mean them.” Jescenia Rakai responded coldly.
“I see. I take it this isn’t a social call?”
“Hardly, Quay’Na. Your Uncle isn’t as careful as he used to be when receiving your messages. I’m not surprised by the death of your Master. Done in by a crash in which you were piloting.”
The words stung worse than a Dagobah swamp wasp, but Quay’Na attempted to keep her composure, but failed miserably. The initial pain of the remark must have registered because Quay’Na’s mother merely smirked.
“It’s nice to know that you care so much, Jescenia. But, I really must go.” The Padawan replied and pressed the disconnect button, but nothing happened. Her mother was still there. She pressed it again and still the image remained.
“You won’t be going anywhere soon, daughter. I’ve had your frequency over-ridden. So, let’s get to the point.”
“And what’s that?”
“You need to drop this Jedi nonsense. Return to Corellia, where you belong. Become the fighter pilot that you were raised to be.”
Quay’Na smirked at the remark. “Three fighter pilots in the family are enough, I believe.”
“It’s never enough for the Rakai family, Quay’Na. All we ever wanted from you was to make us proud and it seems you’ve done just the opposite. You’re sister will be graduating from the Academy very soon, top in her class.”
Quay’Na shrugged and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Yeah, and your point?” She was very close to her younger sister, Cheyenne and doubted very much that she would ever hold anything against her.
“My point is to return to us. We’ll forget about all you’ve done in the past. Your crazy mixed up thoughts on the animal thing that you believe you have. That temple is not good for you, they are messing with your head.” Her mother’s disapproving tone, edged a slight irritation in her.
Anger is the way to the Darkside.
Quay’Na remembered this and knew her mother obviously was trying to anger her. It’s not going to work. She was about to charge out the door, but her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Ira’s lightsabre on a nearby table where she’d left it earlier An idea struck her, could very well be a bad idea. But, it would definitely get the point across.
“Messing with my head, huh?” She asked. “Well, how about I give you a demonstration of just what they are teaching me here, Mother.” She picked up the lightsabre. “You see this? This is a lightsabre, the true weapon of a Jedi. The weapon that I’m being taught to use.”
Jescenia said nothing, the scowl on her face told all.
Quay’Na flicked it on, the bright green blade cast an eerie glow about the room. “This blade can just about penetrate anything. Perhaps, you’d like to see some standard moves?”
“That’s really not necessary, Quay’Na. I’m not really interested in your strange delusional escapades, we have other things to discuss.” The cool tone came again.
“But, mother how can you possibly make any ‘real’ judgment on the Jedi, if you don’t know what they teach me? Is that really fair?”
Jescenia rolled her eyes at her daughter’s statement. “Get on with it, then.”
Quay’Na smiled and swung the blade around a couple of times, careful not to slice any furniture. “This is a right stroke, this is a left. But, I’ll leave my favorite for last.”
“And that is?”
The Padawan gripped the hilt with both hands and brought it up over her head. “The downward stroke...” With a quick thrust, she brought the lightsabre right through the holo-projector and...right through the table as well.
It burst into a shower of sparks and smoke as her mother’s image faded immediately and everything crashed to the floor as the sheered table gave way. With a deep breath, she flicked off the sabre and let it drop to the floor.
She closed her eyes for a brief moment wondering what kind of trouble she was about to get into. There was no way that Sage couldn’t have heard it and she was sure he’d be there momentarily.
It was nearly two-thirty in the morning and her holo-projector that was in the main room, beeped annoyingly.
She was actually surprised that she’d even heard it, being as exhausted as she was. Dressed in a dark blue tank top and gray shorts, she crawled out of her bed.
The young Padawan hustled into the main room, it could be Sage. But, she doubted it, he would’ve used their comlinks.
A wide smile brightened her features as she looked at the review screen. It was flashing...Aramis Rakai-Corellia.
Quay’Na pressed the receiver button, ready to greet her uncle...
Her expression fell as an older, tight-faced woman with a scowl appeared before her. She was dressed in the dark blue formal uniform of a Corellian Flight Instructor. The woman’s dark brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun, making her appearance look that more foul.
The holo-projector’s recording mode began immediately.
With a heavy sigh, Quay’Na remembered her Jedi manners and bowed respectfully to the image. “Mother, what a pleasant surprise.” She said and attempted to keep the touch of sarcasm out of her voice.
“No need for pleasantries, daughter. I know, you don’t mean them.” Jescenia Rakai responded coldly.
“I see. I take it this isn’t a social call?”
“Hardly, Quay’Na. Your Uncle isn’t as careful as he used to be when receiving your messages. I’m not surprised by the death of your Master. Done in by a crash in which you were piloting.”
The words stung worse than a Dagobah swamp wasp, but Quay’Na attempted to keep her composure, but failed miserably. The initial pain of the remark must have registered because Quay’Na’s mother merely smirked.
“It’s nice to know that you care so much, Jescenia. But, I really must go.” The Padawan replied and pressed the disconnect button, but nothing happened. Her mother was still there. She pressed it again and still the image remained.
“You won’t be going anywhere soon, daughter. I’ve had your frequency over-ridden. So, let’s get to the point.”
“And what’s that?”
“You need to drop this Jedi nonsense. Return to Corellia, where you belong. Become the fighter pilot that you were raised to be.”
Quay’Na smirked at the remark. “Three fighter pilots in the family are enough, I believe.”
“It’s never enough for the Rakai family, Quay’Na. All we ever wanted from you was to make us proud and it seems you’ve done just the opposite. You’re sister will be graduating from the Academy very soon, top in her class.”
Quay’Na shrugged and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Yeah, and your point?” She was very close to her younger sister, Cheyenne and doubted very much that she would ever hold anything against her.
“My point is to return to us. We’ll forget about all you’ve done in the past. Your crazy mixed up thoughts on the animal thing that you believe you have. That temple is not good for you, they are messing with your head.” Her mother’s disapproving tone, edged a slight irritation in her.
Anger is the way to the Darkside.
Quay’Na remembered this and knew her mother obviously was trying to anger her. It’s not going to work. She was about to charge out the door, but her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Ira’s lightsabre on a nearby table where she’d left it earlier An idea struck her, could very well be a bad idea. But, it would definitely get the point across.
“Messing with my head, huh?” She asked. “Well, how about I give you a demonstration of just what they are teaching me here, Mother.” She picked up the lightsabre. “You see this? This is a lightsabre, the true weapon of a Jedi. The weapon that I’m being taught to use.”
Jescenia said nothing, the scowl on her face told all.
Quay’Na flicked it on, the bright green blade cast an eerie glow about the room. “This blade can just about penetrate anything. Perhaps, you’d like to see some standard moves?”
“That’s really not necessary, Quay’Na. I’m not really interested in your strange delusional escapades, we have other things to discuss.” The cool tone came again.
“But, mother how can you possibly make any ‘real’ judgment on the Jedi, if you don’t know what they teach me? Is that really fair?”
Jescenia rolled her eyes at her daughter’s statement. “Get on with it, then.”
Quay’Na smiled and swung the blade around a couple of times, careful not to slice any furniture. “This is a right stroke, this is a left. But, I’ll leave my favorite for last.”
“And that is?”
The Padawan gripped the hilt with both hands and brought it up over her head. “The downward stroke...” With a quick thrust, she brought the lightsabre right through the holo-projector and...right through the table as well.
It burst into a shower of sparks and smoke as her mother’s image faded immediately and everything crashed to the floor as the sheered table gave way. With a deep breath, she flicked off the sabre and let it drop to the floor.
She closed her eyes for a brief moment wondering what kind of trouble she was about to get into. There was no way that Sage couldn’t have heard it and she was sure he’d be there momentarily.