Makari Valeal
Tough Student
“Oh, I know the Jedi Code,” Makari chuckled. He thought back on the endless times he had polished that plaque of the Jedi Code in the hallway. That was his only saving grace in this situation.
When she activated the machine and the turrets came down, Makari braced himself. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to dodge all of them, but his goal was to dodge a few. He could try to do that much at least.
When she said begin, Makari tried to will his body to get with the program. “C’mon move”, he told his legs when the beanbags started shooting at him. But it was no dice. The beanbags lit up his body like a firing squad. He could barely say a line, without being interrupted by a punishing blow to the stomach.
It was unreal, he thought. Why was he doing this when he knew he wasn’t going to be quick enough? He didn’t know, but he didn’t want to give up yet. Not this easily. Not this quick. He tried a little harder and he put a little more energy into it. “There is no passion, there is-” He got a little further in the sentence, before his words were cut off.He was trying and he was slowly improving.
But was it enough?
He wasn't quite so sure.
The bar had been set real high, and he still had a ways to go. But he would keep going forward. He would keep taking this one step at a time.
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When she activated the machine and the turrets came down, Makari braced himself. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to dodge all of them, but his goal was to dodge a few. He could try to do that much at least.
When she said begin, Makari tried to will his body to get with the program. “C’mon move”, he told his legs when the beanbags started shooting at him. But it was no dice. The beanbags lit up his body like a firing squad. He could barely say a line, without being interrupted by a punishing blow to the stomach.
It was unreal, he thought. Why was he doing this when he knew he wasn’t going to be quick enough? He didn’t know, but he didn’t want to give up yet. Not this easily. Not this quick. He tried a little harder and he put a little more energy into it. “There is no passion, there is-” He got a little further in the sentence, before his words were cut off.He was trying and he was slowly improving.
But was it enough?
He wasn't quite so sure.
The bar had been set real high, and he still had a ways to go. But he would keep going forward. He would keep taking this one step at a time.
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