Jedi Masters
By: buckyxluke

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Dez came hurtling towards his group of friends, a folded piece of paper in his hands. His breathing was rapid and his forehead sweaty, he had run very long and very hard to reach them. Bending over to take a deep breath, he let the folded piece of paper make it to the hands of Elara.

Hesitantly, she opened it. This was the list of the new Jedi Masters. The new Knights of the Republic. Her group of friends had spent countless hours focusing on Luke Skywalker's new trials and none of them knew if they had completed their trial or not.

Palace, unable to contain herself, tried to snatch the paper out of Elara's hands but she was too quick. "Patience."

"It's hard to be patient when the letter is right there!" Palace squealed, balling a fistful of her purple hair.

"Come on Brown Eyes," Ben pleaded. "What does it say?"

"Are we sure we are ready for this?"

"Yes!" Everyone agreed in union, urging Elara to read on.

"The top of our class is–" Elara paused. "Ben Solo!"

Everyone cheered loudly and proudly, slapping a grinning Ben Solo on the back. His eyes seemed dark though, like he had given up something. He gave them a gaunt nod in return.

"Followed by Elara Jane, Vega Delgado, Dez Edel, Palace Fahl, Dahlia Clive, Lennox Hart and Juno O'maramoon," Elara folded the paper in half. "We did it."

Vega breathed out. "I can't believe I'm a Jedi Master."

"I can't believe that Dahlia Clive beat out Lennox Hart," Palace admitted in disbelief. "Position wise."

Elara nodded in agreement. "I guess she actually is more than just looks."

"You're more than just looks but you don't see me throwing that around," Ben shrugged. "Come on, let's go on the roof and celebrate."

The five of them adventured to the roof of the Jedi temple, chanting and cheering that they had finished their trials. Luke wasn't anywhere to be seen but they all just assumed he was allowing them to have their victory.

"We are the trail and error," Dez chuckled. "And we weren't much of an error after all."

"Are you kidding me?" Elara snorted. "Remember the time we literally let the princess of Kalevala blow up her palace?"

"Or the time Dez forgot to inform us we were about to fly into a meteor shower?"

"How about the time Ben and Elara thought it'd be a good idea to steal a ship and party on Naboo, without us."

"Let's not forget the time Geil the Hutt ambushed us with bounty hunters."

"Alright, I get it!" Dez yelled, putting his hands up in defence. "You guys couldn't let me have my moment, could you?"

"Absolutely not."

Elara laughed, shaking her head. "We may be Jedi Masters but we will never stop being Luke's trial and error padawans."

"We get our own now too, don't we?" Vega questioned.

Ben nodded his head. "We do."

"If I get a little punk, I'm leaving the Order." Palace cringed.

"Same here," Vega seconds. "I'm out of here."

"Oh have some hope," Elara teased. "Who could know, one of you may get that delightful Kentaro."

"If I do, I might as well give up my ranking."

And they all laughed, because everything was good.