Better Late Than Never

I ran out after Justi in the courtyard. "Is this mission already over?" I asked him. He shook his head at me slightly. "Oh no my young padawan. Yet, I must say you are doing wonderful on this misson. You must take a test. If you pass you won't be a padawan anymore. You shall be an apprentice." AHHHH! That is awesome. So, I took my test today. Not sure how I did yet. Wish me luck! * * * I went after my tracking device to see where Cola Dalmons was off to now. She was going to Tattooine. Not the friggin sand planet. She was already there. I began speeding down to the equator. This would be fun. (sarcasm people) "You're not getting away this time Dalmons." I growled. "You weakling!" She cooed softly under her breath. I pulled out my lightsaber trudging over to the side of the dunes. Anger was over flowing in my blood. She jumped over me onto the Freedom Rider. I begged for the force to allow me to lift Cola off of my ship. Hey, she could scuff the new paint job I got on her. I suceeded. I couldn't hold onto Cola long enough and dropped her right on the edge of the ship. She giggled. "Fool!" She growled. I have to admit I was acting a bit foolish. At least I weakened her. I couldn't take out all my energy out on her than. I could fail once more. I tripped Cola making her collapse. She got up again as a slashed my saber at her. I cut off her left hand. She cried in pain. "Who's the fool now?" I asked her. Finally, kicked someone's butt for a change. Mwahahahahaha! >:) Cola Dalmons shot a dart full of poison at my kneck making me collapse. So much for kicking butt. To be continued...