New Padaone

The Jedi Council sat in their usual semicircle, their faces calm yet expectant as they awaited the final Padawan of the day. The massive doors to the chamber slid open, and the temperature of the room seemed to shift as heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed.

A shadow loomed over the entrance, and then, stepping through, Rumina appeared.

Gasps rippled through the Council as their eyes widened in disbelief. She was no ordinary Padawan—not anymore. Her body was an impossible mountain of muscle, each fiber rippling with unnatural power. Beads of sweat glistened on the surface of her veiny, oversized pectorals, partially covered by what remained of her tight yellow top, now stretched to its absolute limit. Her shoulders bulged like twin planets, her thighs thicker than temple pillars, and her arms were corded with so much mass that they pulsed with raw energy, almost humming with the Force itself.

Her short navy-blue shorts barely contained her sculpted midsection, a core of diamond-hard abs stacked like fortress walls. Her gloves, fingerless and black, barely seemed to fit her swelling hands, and on her belt, a single lightsaber with a glowing purple blade hummed ominously.

Master Yoda, his usual calm shaken, leaned forward.

"Rumina… what happened to you?"

Rumina smiled. Her lips curled upward with absolute confidence, her jawline sharper, her eyes glowing with a presence beyond mortal understanding. She slowly raised her arms and flexed, her biceps rising like twin suns, her traps swelling into peaks, forcing her head slightly forward.

"I’m sorry, Masters," she said, her voice carrying a rich, dominant tone. "But now, I control the Force."

A silence followed, thick and heavy.

Mace Windu narrowed his eyes, his voice low yet firm.

"This is not natural. You are just a Padawan."

Rumina chuckled, rolling her massive shoulders, sending small shockwaves through the Force as the air itself seemed to tremble around her.

"Oh? So you won’t give me the title of Master?" she mused, crossing her massive arms in defiance. "I thought Jedi rewarded power."

Windu frowned and lifted a hand, his fingers spreading as he unleashed a Force Push meant to send Rumina flying.

WHOOOM!

The invisible energy shot out at lightning speed—but it was met with an even greater force.

Rumina didn’t even move. She merely smirked, flexing her pectorals, and the energy wave stopped dead in its tracks, dissipating like a mere breeze against her unyielding, godlike musculature.

She exhaled, and the chamber shook.

"That was... cute," she teased, tilting her head. "The mighty Mace Windu, unable to even push me back?"

Windu’s eyes narrowed. He clenched his fists. "You are dangerous."

Rumina merely lifted her lightsaber. The purple glow bathed her impossibly shredded forearms, veins pulsating with power. She took a step forward, the ground beneath her cracking slightly.

"Okay," she said, licking her lips, "who’s next?"

The Council remained still, tension thick in the air.

She smirked wider, flexing again. "I’ll wait."