Delusions of Grandeur

The wisest advice I can give a person is this: never go down a dark, sandy alleyway if you think you’re being followed. Did I follow my own advice? Nope. I let Anakin lead me down this ally because he knew his way around better than me.

I pulled my lightsabers off my belt, igniting the blades. Ani jumped when the red one flashed to life. “WHOA! WIZARD!”

“Don’t get any ideas. You like a blue blades,” I said, lifting the blue one.

“Huh?”

“Never mind.”

I looked around. “See that crate there? Get in it. Now.”

“You got the sabers! Consider me a goner!” he jittered off, running for the box and jumping in.

Two figures appeared at the end of the ally, two more behind me. “This is really bad time to be messing with me, boys,” I told then, dropping into a fighting stance. “I’ve had a really bad last few months.”

One of them stepped forward, blaster raised. “Sorry to hear that but there is a bounty on you, girly. A nice big one.”

I glared. “By who?”

“Jaba the Hutt. He likes redheads and you fit that description. Of course, he wasn’t aware you are a Jedi,” the masked hunter eyes the red blade. “You are a Jedi, right?”

I smiled coldly. “Come find out.”

“You want the kid to get hurt in the crossfire?”

I twirled the sabers. “Trust me, he won’t. I was one of top ten in my class. Four behind Anakin Skywalker, but you don’t know him yet. “

Ani popped his head up. “Really? I’m that good?”

“Get down!” and his head disappeared again.

“Come on, babycheeks, don’t make us hurt you,” the bounty hunter said.

“I’ve spent weeks with a Sith Lord with a breathing problem, a bad attitude, and smell feet, you think you are going even get close to me?” I said, grinning. “I don’t think so.”

“You asked for it. Set’um for stun,” he said and started firing at me.