Star Wars Chronicles

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Hngrhh-" Jeran bared his fangs as the screw he was levitating crumpled and dropped to the ground. He had failed again. "Why is it so hard for me to control anything smaller than a lightsaber hilt, ALIAS? I don't get it- Telekinesis is supposed to be my forte- its all I can use without the unpredictable backlashes!" He shouted, losing his temper. He unconsciously released a radial force push, clearing a small area around him of debris. He fought to control his emotions once more, clutching his head and whispering the names of tools and mechanical parts he used when he made and worked on droids. It helped calm him down.

ALIAS, his hyper-advanced training holodroid trudged up to him and placed a warm hand on his shoulder. ALIAS used its deafault holo-appearance whenever it trained Jeran and walked around to blend in. "You never finished Force training, master. Its only natural."

Jeran sighed dully, rubbing his forehead. "Why did they send me away, ALIAS? I was being good, I followed all the rules, I did everything the Council asked of me. At the very least they should've finished my training... that way I could at least have self control!" He growled, and looked up at ALIAS' 'eyes' weakly. "I wish I could find a way to upgrade you so you could really use the force... I have theories... maybe I can try it some day."

"I'm sorry for being obsolete, master." ALIAS bowed his head. "I have intercepted a message closest to a Scimitar."

"Then perhaps it is time I did what they've asked of me, ALIAS." Jeran stood up, and sighed. "Let me try to do this a few more times first." He said, as he levitated a pebble, which was crushed without him meaning to. He tried again, and again, and again.

"Okay, Master." ALIAS complied.