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Sandy ran a hand through her drying hair, pulling vaguely at a knot that had formed that was now crusting with salt. She wrapped the blanket firmly around her thin waist and chest and followed the girl into the shuttle. Every joint aching, and her mouth still tasting like metal. When she gingerly sat down across from the girl in the horribly uncomfortable jumpseat she let a soft smile flicker across her lips. She raised a finger and shook it mockingly at the young Mon Calamari. “As your last lesson remember to not let the other Jedi see you naked. Especially as a master.” She laughed and the laughter felt good though painful. She held out a hand, whose flesh was new and pink, contrasting with the dusting of freckles and pale flesh that had not been burned away. “Leena Kil, though I have not had the pleasure of training you for years I must at this point say something boringly formal.” The pain and tiredness was evident in her speech. But her actions seemed strong. She flexed her hand, and her lightsabre twitched into her hand. She glanced out to see the ocean stretching out behind them as the shuttle began to take on speed. The lightsabre flared to life, its silver white blade bathing the interior of the shuttle in a harsh light. “I name you a Knight of the Jedi Order. And deem your apprenticeship at an end. Let no one speak against it.” She placed the blade over one shoulder then the opposite shoulder before snapping the lightsabre off. Returning the shuttle to its natural darkness. Where they could not easily see Sandy slump back into her seat letting exhaustion claim a little victory over her tired body. But soon they would be hyperspace bound. For the broken world had been healed, friendships had been cemented, and the Jedi had earned a little victory in a tide of defeat. ((To Nar Shaddaa))