Part 8 (1/2)
”That's one of the tests.”
Luke shook his head. ”It can be a test. It doesn't have to be.
Yes, all the traditions say a Jedi is supposed to make his or her own lightsaber, as part of the progress toward knighthood. But tradition is all it is, after all. Nothing more.
There's no hard and fast law. And remember Obi-Wan Ken.o.bi gave me my first lightsaber, after all. i didn't build it. So take this one. i made it for you.”
Leia looked at the Lightsaber for a long moment and hefted it once or twice.
”How does it feel?” Luke asked.
”Like it belongs there,” Leia said. ”As if it's supposed to be there, in my hand. It's perfect. But-but I haven't completed the training,” she said. ”i never built my own lightsaber because I never felt I was ready to do so.”
Luke shook his head. ”No,” he said, ”that's where you're wrong. If there is anyone in this galaxy with the right to wear a Jedi's lightsaber, it is Leia Organa Solo, Chief of State of the New Republic.
You are Jedi. Your training is complete. Different from mine, but complete.”
”But that's not true!” Leia protested. ”There is so much I don't know. There is so much you still need to teach me.
”But Mon Mothma reminded me that the reverse is also true, ' Luke replied. ”There is much you have to teach that I must learn. None of us ever learns all that we should know. If it happens that you don't know a few mind tricks or haven't gotten every move with a lightsaber down cold, that has not prevented you from fighting for justice, or knowing right from wrong and acting on it. Take the lightsaber. You have earned it-and you might have need of it.”
Leia tried the heft of the lightsaber again and then stepped back from Luke a pace or two. She pressed the power stud and the saber flared into life with a low-throated hum of power. A shaft of glowing ruby red leaped from the handle.
With a flick of her wrist, she whirled the blade through the air, and the hum was suddenly louder for a moment as the saber's lightblade slid through the air. ”Try me,” she said to Luke, stepping back another pace or two as she brought the saber to bear.
Luke hesitated a moment. There was something detached, distracted, about her voice and expression. By the way her eyes were locked on the saber's blade, Luke had no trouble understanding why.
Luke stepped back himself and shrugged off his black cloak, letting it fall to the ground. He drew his own lightsaber, keeping his eyes fixed on Leia. He switched the saber on and heard the familiar low throb of power as the blade came to life. Trained to watch his opponent and not himself, he did not see his own blade at all as he held it low, close to his body. Leia took a two-handed grip on her blade and raised it to the cla.s.sic guard position. Luke raised his own weapon to hers, touched his blade to hers, and was rewarded with a crackling hiss of power as the lightblades met.
Leia's face was a study in concentration and suppressed excitement as she drew her blade back. Luke could understand her reaction. His blood, their father's blood, coursed through her veins as well. Luke knew deep in his heart that he dearly loved the thrill of danger, of challenge, of battle.
Whether that was some aspect of the dark side of the Force, or merely a perfectly normal compet.i.tive drive, he did not pretend to know.
But for all of that, he knew the feeling in himself-and right now, he could recognize it in his sister as well.
No doubt she had fought many battles of the mind during her recent years of government service. She had won great victories for the New Republic-often by outmaneuvering the enemy so tidily, winning so completely at the conference table, that there was no need for fighting.
But it had been a long while since she had been given a chance to fight with her hands, her speed, her agility, rather than just her mind.
No wonder there was a gleam in her eye as she raised her lightsaber and swung it down toward Luke's blade.
He deflected her first thrust down and to the left and went back to guard just in time to parry another thrust that came close to getting under his guard. Leia let her blade slide down Luke's and then pivoted under his guard, freeing her blade to face him from the right. Luke stepped back and swung around as he adjusted his stance to meet her attack. He had intended to go easy on her, but it seemed that he was not going to get the chance. She was too fast, too good.
Luke decided to move to the attack. He dropped his left hand from the saber's grip and extended his blade in a one-handed thrust to give himself more reach as he advanced toward Leia. But she would have none of that. She brought her lightsaber cras.h.i.+ng down at the tip of his blade, striking with maximum violence at precisely the angle required to knock his blade downward. The strike forced Luke into an awkward backhanded stance while weakening his grasp on the saber's handle. His blade slammed down into the permacrete of the landing pad, gouging a hole in it, forcing him to concentrate, if only for a moment, on freeing his blade, rather than on his opponent.
He almost had the blade clear, but it was already too late. Leia reversed her stroke and swung hard at his blade from the opposite direction, slamming it clear of the permacrete-and knocking Luke's lightsaber completely out of his hand. The lightblade cut off automatically when Luke's hand was off the grip. The weapon went sailing through the air, landing fifteen meters away on the hard stand.
Luke looked up at his sister in stunned surprise, and caught the wide grin on her face. She raised her blade in salute, and then shut off the lightsaber. The ruby-red blade vanished with a final whir of power, and she clipped her Iightsaber to her belt.
Luke walked over to his own lightsaber and picked it up. He clipped it to his belt. He stood there and regarded his sister from a new angle. She was a fighter. She might not beat him the next time, but she had beaten him this time, and even a fluke victory over Luke Skywalker was impressive. She lacked the polish that could only come from endless years of practice, she had an inborn talent that needed little urging to come out. He walked back toward her, shaking his head in amazement. You're good,” he said. ”Very good.”
Leia grinned and patted him on the shoulder. ”You'll get me next time,” she said.
”Maybe,” he said. ”If I do, it'll be because I'll know what to watch out for.” He glanced over toward the s.h.i.+p, and saw that the three children had seen their mother take a Jedi master apart. Well, if it made them treat Leia with a bit more respect, maybe getting beaten was no bad thing.
”I've been practicing when I can, on the quiet,” she said, her voice a bit more serious. ”Even Han doesn't know about it.,.
”Practiced how?” Luke asked.
Leia shrugged. ”With the lightsaber I already havewhich is nothing like as good as this one, by the way.
Against a series of drone opponents. Mostly I've been working in the courtyard behind my office. I haven't been able to do much practice, but I guess it's done some good.”
”I'll say,” Luke said, ma.s.saging his wrist. It still stung a bit from having the lightsaber knocked out of his hand.
”I don't think you realize just how much good. Come on, let's see how Han is getting on with the safety people.”
”I'm afraid to look,” Leia said. ”I could have gotten us waived through all the port formalities, of course. But this is a private trip.
It didn't seem right to pull rank just to let us go on vacation.
Han told me not to worry about it. He said to file it all as a private trip, and that he would handle all the formalities in his way.”
Luke couldn't help but smile at that. Han's way of doing things was rarely the quiet way.
Han was getting on about as well as could be expected, which was to say not well at all. By now there was a small crowd of s.p.a.ceport bureaucrats around him, all of them pointing at this regulation or that in their datapacks, each of them engaged in loud argument with Han. It was probably lucky for all concerned that Han was not wearing a blaster.
Luke would not have put it past him to quiet them all down with a few shots into the air-and the stars only knew how many safety regulations that would have violated.
In the old days, there had been none of this sort of fuss over a takeoff. You just sealed up your s.h.i.+p, got departure clearance, and off you went. But in the old days, there had been something like a tenth the traffic in and out of Coruscant.
In recent years, there had been one or two crashes too many caused by hot-wired piles of junk that should have been grounded. Elsewhere, flight regs were still pretty free and easy, but Coruscant just had too many s.h.i.+ps coming and going to let things slide. There was really no choice but to follow the regulations to the letter, and never mind that no one had paid attention to the regs in generations.
The trouble was that the regs required s.h.i.+ps as old as the Falcon to have a thorough inspection once every standard year. Somehow, the Falcon had just happened to miss every inspection for the last umpteen years, but now the bureaucrats had finally caught up with her.
Well, you really couldn't blame the pencil pushers for wanting the Chief of State to fly in a s.p.a.cecraft that was at least within hailing distance of the safety regs. No doubt the aforementioned Chif of State could have smoothed everything over with a quiet word or two, or an official signature on the right sort of waiver, but Leia made no move to wade into the fracas, and Luke felt no urge to get involved if she didn't. After all, in some strange way, Han enjoyed this sort of thing.
Let him have his fun. Leia and Luke stood by and watched the show.
'Hold it!” Han shouted at last. ne at a time! One at a time, or I call the Wookiee down off the s.h.i.+p and let you shout at him.” That quieted them down. ”All right, then.
You,” Han said, stabbing a finger in the direction of the fussiest-looking official. ”Go.”
”It's your hyperdrive regulators, Captain Solo. The radiation s.h.i.+elds failed their inspection last week-” Han held up his hand, signaling the inspector to stop talking. ”A slight misunderstanding.” He reached into one of the pockets of his vest and pulled out a sheet of paper.
He unfolded it to show the profusion of stamps and seals and official initials that obscured half the text of the underlying form.
”This ought to clear that up, and a lot of the other problems as well,”