Weeks passed with Vilyam undergoing intense and ruthless combat training, his body underwent a transformation that set him far apart from others of his age.
The arms that had previously been slender and lacking in mass acquired a collection of tightly formed and compacted muscles.
This muscular development occurred because he was compelled to consistently defend himself against the assaults from his master.
These attacks from his master were characterized by their substantial weight and considerable force.
His black hair grew long during the time spent training, reaching his back and giving him a wild and unruly appearance.
The face he possessed previously, which had a childlike quality and was characterized by an abundance of baby fat, appeared to undergo a transformation, becoming more defined and firm, leading to an appearance that might be described as attractive instead of simply endearing.
Vilyam was now laying in his bed, relaxing after a hard day of training.
"I wonder what tomorrow's training will be, today was abnormally rough and painful..."
He looked down at the bruises on his now decently muscular abdomen, the shape reminiscent of Mirelia's fists.
"But does she have to punch so damned hard?"
He looked over at the table, on top of which layed his newly created lightsaber.
"It's not the best work but it's held together pretty well considering..."
RING...
RING...
The screen next to the door gave out a melodious ringing sound, letting Vilyam know that someone was waiting on the other side.
Vilyam sat up, his feet dangling precariously off the side of the bed before leaping onto the floor.
SLAP...
He put on a pair of comfortable slippers and quickly put on a shirt over his upper body, effectively concealing the signs of injury on his skin and presenting a more suitable appearance for receiving guests.
As Vilyam made his way in the direction of the door, he was simultaneously using one of his hands to scratch the back of his head and making an effort to suppress a yawn with his other hand.
He approached the panel and pressed the button that would allow him to see exactly who or what was on the other side.
On the panel, an image of one of the station's many protocol droid's waiting patiently appeared, and Vilyam proceeded to open the door from his side.
PTSSST-
The door slid open with an audible hiss, allowing the young Jedi apprentice to see the full shining protocol droid standing before him.
The outer casing of the protocol droid exhibited a combination of metallic hues, specifically silver and bronze, creating an appearance that suggested a paradoxical tactile sensation, as if it would feel both warm and cool to the touch at the same moment.
"Hello young master, I've been ordered by mistress Mirelia to deliver a message!"
Vilyam nodded appreciatively.
The robotic voice changed into one resembling a facsimile of Mirelia's.
"Come to the hangar bay, I'm collecting supplies and we will be leaving shortly, I'll explain on the ship!"
The vocal output of the mechanical being began to emit a series of sharp, disrupted noises as it transitioned back to its earlier condition or configuration.
"Shall I guide you, young master?"
Vilyam let out a long exasperated sigh.
"Let me get properly dressed first, I'll be out shortly!"
The protocol droid gave a polite nod and moved out of the way before the door slid shut again.
Vilyam pivoted his body and began to move rapidly in the direction of the dresser, upon which multiple Jedi robes had been carefully arranged in folded stacks.
He took hold of a gray colored robe and proceeded to put it on, subsequently placing an additional dark brown colored robe across one of his shoulders.
Vilyam threw on a pair of trousers as well; after all, he wasn't about to walk around the station or before his master free-balling it.
He threw on a dark brown leather belt and proceeded to grab his lightsaber from the table with the Force.
"Hello beautiful!"
After fastening his lightsaber to his belt loop, he pulled on a pair of boots that finished off his Jedi outfit and again stood in front of his room door.
He sighed and faced the room that had been his for several months.
Through its porthole window, he could gaze out at the swirling, chaotic meteorites and the distant nebula in space.
"I'm gonna miss this place, I wonder if we will ever come back!"
His young heart swelled with emotions before he shook his head.
"Why am I worried? Of course I can come back someday; it's not like it will blow up or anything!"[1]
Vilyam opened the sliding door and stepped out.
The protocol droid was standing in the middle of the hallway but there was also a shadow-like figure standing behind it.
SNAP... HISS...
A red lightsaber roared to life and swung horizontally.
KATCHAAAAA...
The mechanical being designed for communication, having no prior knowledge of the impending collision, emitted a high-pitched, machine-generated noise just as its superior portion and its inferior portion were forcefully pulled apart from one another.
As the protocol droid was severed in twain the shadowy figure behind it came into full view.
A figure, enveloped in a cloak, slender and agile, whose height did not exceed that of Vilyam, yet emanating a palpable aura of bloodlust, prompted Vilyam to instinctively extend his hand towards the lightsaber resting at his belt and position it defensively in front of himself.
Vilyam's sapphire blue eyes squinted as he stared up and down at the figure before him.
A pair of practically glowing yellow eyes glowed from within the cloak, staring at Vilyam with undisguised killing intent.
"You will come with me or..."
A clearly feminine voice emanated from within the darkness within the cloak before she pulled back the hood, revealing herself to be a bald alien with chalk-white skin and what appeared to be tribal tattoos along her face and neck.
She opened her mouth revealing sharpened, dagger-like fangs.
"Or you will come with me in pieces!"
SNAP... HISS...
Vilyam pressed the power switch on his lightsaber and it roared to life with emerald light.
He lifted the lightsaber over his head and tilted the blade diagonally in a form that was offensive even in its defense, the form known as Djem So.
"Come and try it, I promise you..."
He twisted the hilt, and the plasma vent on the side erupted with a small plasma blade of its own.
"You won't like how this ends!"
The female Sith's smile stretched to an unnatural degree, revealing several more deadly sharp fangs that caused Vilyam to subconsciously shiver.
"Now that's just creepy!"
As he thought this, the female Sith suddenly let out a scream that caused Vilyam to become momentarily disoriented before launching herself at him with a spinning slash aimed at his neck.
Vilyam barely had time to react, but fortunately, the initial stance of Djem So positioned his green lightsaber perfectly in the path of the attack.
KSSSSSSHHHH!
The plasma blades emitted a forceful sound, akin to a roar, at the moment they made contact with each other.
This collision resulted in the creation of exceptionally brilliant and intensely hot sparks.
Following this initial impact and the production of sparks, the magnetic fields that were in operation caused the blades to move apart, separating them from one another.
The moment their blades separated, the female Sith attacked again.
Her red blade became a crimson wheel.
Vilyam barely tracked it.
KSSSHHH!
Green and red collided again, sparks spraying across the corridor walls as the impact forced Vilyam backward several steps.
She was fast.
Too fast.
Her body twisted with unnatural flexibility as she flowed from slash to slash, each strike aimed either somewhere lethal or somewhere that would cripple him.
Neck.
Wrist.
Knee.
Heart.
Vilyam grit his teeth and answered with the harsh, forceful counters Mirelia had beaten into him for months.
KRAKSSSH!
Their lightsabers tore against each other again, carving glowing orange scars into the metallic hallway walls as missed strikes bit into the station itself.
Molten fragments rained around them.
Warning lights immediately began flashing red overhead.
The Sith spun low.
Vilyam reacted on instinct, bringing his saber down just in time.
KSSSSHHH!
The impact nearly ripped the weapon from his hands.
"You're slower than I expected!" she hissed.
"You're uglier than I expected!" Vilyam shot back.
Her glowing eyes widened slightly.
Then narrowed.
The hallway became chaos.
Red.
Green.
Sparks.
Heat.
Their blades carved trenches into walls and floor alike, molten lines stretching behind them like burning signatures of their duel.
Vilyam drove forward with heavy overhead strikes.
She answered with speed.
He answered with power.
She answered with precision.
His muscles screamed.
His bruised arms burned.
Weeks of Mirelia punching him suddenly made horrible sense.
The Sith lunged forward.
Vilyam stepped into the strike.
Not away.
Into it.
KSSSSSHHHH!
Their blades locked.
Faces inches apart.
Her yellow eyes burned with hatred.
His arms shook from the pressure.
The smaller plasma vent on his crossguard spat burning light near her wrist, forcing her arm slightly higher.
A tiny opening.
Enough.
Vilyam released his left hand from the hilt.
The Force surged through his body like a flood bursting through cracked stone.
"MOVE!"
BOOOOOM!
An invisible shockwave exploded outward.
The female Sith's eyes widened.
Her feet left the floor.
She rocketed backward through the hallway and slammed into the far wall hard enough to crater the metal.
KRAAAAAANG!
The corridor groaned.
Loose wiring burst from the walls in showers of sparks.
The Sith slid from the dented plating and landed in a crouch.
Smoke rose from her cloak.
Then she smiled.
A smile far too wide.
Far too excited.
"Good," she whispered.
Vilyam adjusted his grip on his lightsaber as sweat rolled down his face.
His heart hammered.
His arms trembled.
For the first time since this started, the Sith no longer looked bored.
That somehow made everything worse.
[1] Epic foreshadowing...