Luke hopped lightly onto the roof, a flutter of excitement in his chest. After years, he was training again with Obi-Wan Kenobi, hero of the Clone Wars, friend of his father. It felt like he'd come full circle, and even better, when they were returned home, he could teach his students the things he learned here.

"I didn't have formal training in any of the forms that you'd be familiar with," Luke said. His lightsaber training had been picked up from various places--what little he had from an older Obi-Wan and then from his journal, from Yoda, from holocrons scattered from the Core to the Outer Rim. "I guess you could call it a mix of forms three, four, and five, with more than a bit of improvisation thrown in." He smiled ruefully. "When I was first learning the ways of the Force, there were very few Jedi left."