In the thick of it 10

Upon release, the magnetic field created from the Force Judgement forced the railgun projectile to blast away at perverse speeds. In the process causing a loud sonic boom at point blank range that shattered my eardrum and made my internal organ tremble.

The blood spurting from my ears signified the sudden deafening of the world around me and my vision started to go blurry. Both of these symptoms were accompanied by a sudden bout of dizziness, compelling me to fall on my tattooed arse and nearly fall head first off the wall.

Luckily I just managed to change the direction of my fall - which ended with me tripping to the side and getting a ninety degrees tilted view of the devastation my force railgun just caused.

The previously mighty Separatist land force was reduced to rubble with barely a few stragglers still marching towards the village. The survivors had a - in my humble opinion - a picturesque backdrop, that consisted of thick black smoke and flaming mechanical parts that further accentuated the damage done.

It was beautiful. A truly magnificent display of the destruction someone competent in the force can cause, and I was damn chuffed that said person was me.

Patting my own back could only last so long though, as having both of my eardrums burst at the same time cranked my nausea up to max level caused me to lurch and dry heave as I attempted to rise to my feet.

While I used the force to restore balance to my body, I silently thanked Aayla for keeping me away from the booze. I don't think I could've held back from spewing if I had some, and nothing ruins a badass scene more than vomit.

Luckily the damage I sustained was healed up quickly, because while the effects were annoying and immediate, the injuries themselves weren't particularly bad.

Now back to full fitness, I rose to my feet, ignited my purple saberstaff and charged ahead to scrounge for some- destroy the rest of the hostile combatants.

It was only when I was halfway there I realised that I was the only one attacking…

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{Anakin POV}

I'll admit, I was on the fence about going along with General Secura's padawans decision, but having saved me from a nasty injury yesterday, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

It wasn't just General Secura's faith in her abnormally-large-for-his-species padawan, nor my own at times reckless protege's chatter about her giant horned friend that brought me to my decision. It was my own personal views on teaching that allowed me to take a backseat for once.

As much as I… respect? The traditional teachings of the Jedi, I'm of the small group that think that practical experience is what truly makes a great warrior.

Especially experiences like these where you're forced against a wall and have to get outside of your comfort zone to achieve victory. No matter how nonsensical an idea it is, if you manage to bypass the hurdle you always come out stronger in the end.

Momentarily, I debated asking for Ahsoka's opinion on how we should proceed, but discarded it a moment later. As skilled as young Snips was, she still has a long way to go before she can stand by herself on her own two feet. Giving her something like this is too much, too soon, and could cripple her futures if handled incorrectly…

When the droid battalion appeared and I saw the devastation their weapon wrought. I'll admit, I was precarious if Lycan's 'idea' could've made a difference.

Thankfully, this was one of the rare times my instincts were pleasantly wrong. Lycan's force technique really went over and above what was expected of him, there wasn't even a need to defend the village anymore.

There were no attackers left after the force aided...railgun?

Maybe I should ask Obi-wan if he knows anyone that would be willing to teach me this lightning technique.

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{Ahsoka POV}

"Master. Pinch me." I half jokingly said, only to yelp in pain when he really did it.

Rubbing the assaulted patch of skin on my upper arm, I took a second look at the metallic mess that was the Separatist ground force, and thought how Lycan was able to pull off such a feat.

It was a jaw dropping experience. I've not even seen Master do anything close to it with the force, and honestly I'm not sure if I want to.

For all its glory, that kind of strength scares me.

Using the force to cause such destruction was a perversion of the orders teachings, even so, when it comes to battles I couldn't help but think the order was wrong. As none of their pacifist teachings have helped me during my time as a commander of the 501st.

Lycan, though, has never seemed to care about what the council, or anyone for that matter, thinks. He's always been a bit of a deviant ever since she could remember, it's like the philosophies went in one ear and out the other with him.

It's strange, sometimes he'll sit down and act as wise as Master Plo, then two seconds later he'd be leering at the older - female - Jedi with a questionable intent and cussing at Knox, putting shame to everything the order stands for.

But there has to be a method to his madness if this is the kind of power he's wielding.

So far my thoughts on the matter were staggeringly contradictory, I'll need to request guidance from Master when we return.

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{Aayla Pov}

I could sense darkness in Lycan.

More than myself, Master Vos and even Master Windu. It's like he's walking on a tightrope of equilibrium between the dark side and the light.

I knew it when I was first assigned as his Master, everything he does, everything that makes him-him, is in direct opposition to what the Council would call a model Jedi. But this war has skewed that balance, it's taken a toll on him, as it has for all of us.

It's made him more violent, more volatile, and despite my assurance that I've got him under control, it's made him a cause for worry in the council's ranks.

Though me and many others who know him have managed to keep them off his back for now, even Master Windu couldn't sway the decision of the other Masters any longer.

The spectacular display of power he gas just gave everyone will only further fan the flames threatening to swallow him whole.

There's no putting it off any longer. Once we return to Coruscant, Lycan will be faced with fate defining crossroads, and the outcome all depends on the decisions he makes.

But no matter how it turns out in the end, I'll be there to support him.

As much as it goes against the core principles of the Jedi, my heart can help but ache knowing our time as Master and Padawan would soon be coming to its end.