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Apprentice
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by David Booth (2020)
Star Wars © Disney, sadly
The two figures, hooded and cloaked in black, stood facing each other on a high desert plateau on a nameless world in the galaxy’s Outer Rim. Around them the wind tugged at their cloaks and their clothes – or perhaps it was the Force, both figures already sparring.
One of them, a brown-furred stallion with a white patch between his baleful yellow eyes, reached out a paw and his lightsaber flew from his belt, igniting even as his fingers closed around its hilt. The glow of the pink energy blade illuminated his features, an almost feral curl of his lips to bare his teeth as he brandished his weapon.
The other reached a paw to his belt and drew his own saber, fumbled and nearly dropped it before getting a grip on the hilt. A glowing spike of energy the color of claret wine erupted from the hilt, burning a neat hole in his cloak as the figure brought the blade up into a Shien ready position.
The stallion brought his own blade up, adopting an almost insulting Shii-Cho posture, the most basic lightsaber form, and waiting for the other to make the first move.
That first move wasn’t long in coming as the other gave an ululating cry and launched himself at the stallion, swinging and chopping wildly at the stallion, who copied his opponent’s Shien form at the last second and parried.
Despite himself Darth Continent was pleased with his apprentice’s progress. As he blocked and cut and parried and slashed, the air between them filling with the smell of ozone, he studied the creature who was doing his level best to kill him.
Continent had found him on a verdant planet, a representative of an amphibious species. He was young, just of age, but the Force had already started grooming him for his destiny. The creature’s clumsiness opened him to ridicule, infusing him with anger and resentment until, in an apparent accident, he had killed both of his parents. Ostracized by the rest of his family and society, the young creature was a wavering flame in the Force, only needing training to turn that flame into a conflagration.
Tendrils of the Force reached out toward Darth Continent, seeking to grab at his saber, the paw that held it, and his throat; the stallion easily countered the attack and allowed himself to smile in satisfaction. The younger creature was training and learning behind his back, learning subterfuge and how to use his abilities to best effect.
His clumsiness was still there, but it was a mask now, camouflaging his intent and true actions. This suited him well; deception, after all, was the way of the Sith.
Darth Continent parried another strike, this one coupled with an attempt to tug his hood down over his eyes. He suppressed a laugh. As if a Dark Lord of the Sith needed something so mundane to see. The stallion reached out with his free paw and clenched it in a fist and was pleased to see that his apprentice blocked the attack.
The duel carried on at both levels, seen and unseen, for several minutes before the other creature stepped back, breathing hard and saber at the ready.
“Enough,” and the stallion switched off his lightsaber. “You are improving, Darth Ept.”
The creature eyed him warily, blade still ignited. “Yousa t’inkin’ so, meesa Master?”
Continent smirked. “If I didn’t think so, apprentice, I would have told you.”
The Gungan deactivated his lightsaber, panting. Training on an arid planet had been hard on the amphibious creature, and his skin was cracked and dull. Still, his Master had brought him here, given him his true name and the title of Darth, and honed him like a blade on a whetstone.
Darth Continent had shown him how to use his apparent lack of grace to mask his real intentions and had taught him the way of the Dark Side of the Force.
The stallion sensed the Gungan’s thoughts. “Yes. Soon, you will be ready, ready to unleash yourself upon the Jedi and the Republic.” He turned his back on Darth Ept and began to walk toward their waiting ship. “Come. Your training here is over, and we shall return to your home world.”
Another Sith might have tried to strike at his master’s seemingly unprotected back, but Darth Ept could sense the cloud of energy that spread out like musk from the stallion’s mundane form. He hooked his lightsaber to his belt and soon caught up with Darth Continent. “Whysa we goin’ back to Naboo?” he asked.
The stallion’s paws came up and pushed his hood back. “I have sensed that you should go back.” He smiled at the Gungan. “The Force revealed it to me.”
“Meesa would muy-muy like see the waters again,” Ept conceded.
***
He had parted from his Master, and was dressed as a native, as if the preceding years of his training had never happened. To be honest with himself, he was pleased to be home.
His long ears perked as he heard the distant whine of engines growing closer, and a cavalcade of frightened feral animals came out of the woods at him and flowed like a river around him.
The Gungan pulled the Force into himself, submerging it as he sensed a Jedi running toward him.
end
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by David Booth (2020)
Star Wars © Disney, sadly
The two figures, hooded and cloaked in black, stood facing each other on a high desert plateau on a nameless world in the galaxy’s Outer Rim. Around them the wind tugged at their cloaks and their clothes – or perhaps it was the Force, both figures already sparring.
One of them, a brown-furred stallion with a white patch between his baleful yellow eyes, reached out a paw and his lightsaber flew from his belt, igniting even as his fingers closed around its hilt. The glow of the pink energy blade illuminated his features, an almost feral curl of his lips to bare his teeth as he brandished his weapon.
The other reached a paw to his belt and drew his own saber, fumbled and nearly dropped it before getting a grip on the hilt. A glowing spike of energy the color of claret wine erupted from the hilt, burning a neat hole in his cloak as the figure brought the blade up into a Shien ready position.
The stallion brought his own blade up, adopting an almost insulting Shii-Cho posture, the most basic lightsaber form, and waiting for the other to make the first move.
That first move wasn’t long in coming as the other gave an ululating cry and launched himself at the stallion, swinging and chopping wildly at the stallion, who copied his opponent’s Shien form at the last second and parried.
Despite himself Darth Continent was pleased with his apprentice’s progress. As he blocked and cut and parried and slashed, the air between them filling with the smell of ozone, he studied the creature who was doing his level best to kill him.
Continent had found him on a verdant planet, a representative of an amphibious species. He was young, just of age, but the Force had already started grooming him for his destiny. The creature’s clumsiness opened him to ridicule, infusing him with anger and resentment until, in an apparent accident, he had killed both of his parents. Ostracized by the rest of his family and society, the young creature was a wavering flame in the Force, only needing training to turn that flame into a conflagration.
Tendrils of the Force reached out toward Darth Continent, seeking to grab at his saber, the paw that held it, and his throat; the stallion easily countered the attack and allowed himself to smile in satisfaction. The younger creature was training and learning behind his back, learning subterfuge and how to use his abilities to best effect.
His clumsiness was still there, but it was a mask now, camouflaging his intent and true actions. This suited him well; deception, after all, was the way of the Sith.
Darth Continent parried another strike, this one coupled with an attempt to tug his hood down over his eyes. He suppressed a laugh. As if a Dark Lord of the Sith needed something so mundane to see. The stallion reached out with his free paw and clenched it in a fist and was pleased to see that his apprentice blocked the attack.
The duel carried on at both levels, seen and unseen, for several minutes before the other creature stepped back, breathing hard and saber at the ready.
“Enough,” and the stallion switched off his lightsaber. “You are improving, Darth Ept.”
The creature eyed him warily, blade still ignited. “Yousa t’inkin’ so, meesa Master?”
Continent smirked. “If I didn’t think so, apprentice, I would have told you.”
The Gungan deactivated his lightsaber, panting. Training on an arid planet had been hard on the amphibious creature, and his skin was cracked and dull. Still, his Master had brought him here, given him his true name and the title of Darth, and honed him like a blade on a whetstone.
Darth Continent had shown him how to use his apparent lack of grace to mask his real intentions and had taught him the way of the Dark Side of the Force.
The stallion sensed the Gungan’s thoughts. “Yes. Soon, you will be ready, ready to unleash yourself upon the Jedi and the Republic.” He turned his back on Darth Ept and began to walk toward their waiting ship. “Come. Your training here is over, and we shall return to your home world.”
Another Sith might have tried to strike at his master’s seemingly unprotected back, but Darth Ept could sense the cloud of energy that spread out like musk from the stallion’s mundane form. He hooked his lightsaber to his belt and soon caught up with Darth Continent. “Whysa we goin’ back to Naboo?” he asked.
The stallion’s paws came up and pushed his hood back. “I have sensed that you should go back.” He smiled at the Gungan. “The Force revealed it to me.”
“Meesa would muy-muy like see the waters again,” Ept conceded.
***
He had parted from his Master, and was dressed as a native, as if the preceding years of his training had never happened. To be honest with himself, he was pleased to be home.
His long ears perked as he heard the distant whine of engines growing closer, and a cavalcade of frightened feral animals came out of the woods at him and flowed like a river around him.
The Gungan pulled the Force into himself, submerging it as he sensed a Jedi running toward him.
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Horse
Gender Male
Size 69 x 120px
File Size 55.2 kB
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