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I remember the first time I met Nahdar.

He was one of the oldest younglings at the time and quite adept at wielding his lightsaber. In a room full of humans, he was the only amphibious being the group. The class, directed by Master Yoda, was learning to use the force to deflect laser fire. Each youngling was blindfolded and followed by a Remote that would periodically fire a low intensity laser at them.

I watched one of them get struck with lasers by the Remote so relentlessly, I briefly wondered if the Remote had enough of a consciousness to enjoy the pain it was inflicting. When I looked over at Nahdar, my doubts were quickly thrown aside. He hadn't let a single bolt past him. In his every swing of the blade, I could feel how focused he had trained himself to be. He had such control and grace, I could only watch in awe.

Though he was one of the more talented in the class, I could see he was overexerting himself. His body, used to being in a much more moist environment than the one he was in, was too dry. With his skin always dried out, he would barely manage as a padawan, and as a knight? Forget about it.

I wanted to intervene, if only to relieve the boy of some suffering, but I knew babying him at this point would be counterproductive to his education. Master Yoda wasn't as merciless as I, though. Once he saw how much Nahdar was struggling, he called for a break.

I had come to see some of the future Jedi, only to see how they were faring. The first padawan I had became a knight and I was eager to guide another in the ways of the force. When Master Yoda allowed me to speak with some of the students during their break, I chose to sit next to Nahdar.

When I sat next to him, he jumped and fell out of his seat, surprised that a master had chosen him to sit next to. "H-hello Master Jedi!" He said picking himself up off the floor.

I smiled at the young Mon Calamari. "Hello young one, what is your name?" I said as I sat down.

"Nahdar Vebb!" he proclaimed, standing rigidly in front of me as if I were a General and he was a soldier in my army.

"It's nice to meet you Nahdar, my name is Kit Fisto." I gestured to the seat next to me, willing him to sit. "I wanted to tell you that you did well today practicing with the Remotes."

He looks away, shamed but he reluctantly sits next to me. "I can't always do my best because I get so dried-out during class sometimes."

I laugh at the trip he's taking me down memory lane. "Yes, I remember going through the same situation you are going through now."

He gets a confused look on his face, almost like he smelled something horrid. "What do you mean?" His said not understanding how he could be compared to a Jedi Knight.

"My species, like yours, is amphibious. I too at times felt dried out and couldn't give my best in what I was doing." I stroke my green tentacles hanging over one of my shoulders, reminded of how brittle they used to feel after a class with Master Yoda.

"But now you're a knight," Nahdar exclaims confused. "What did you do to overcome it? Tell me so that I can be a Knight like you one day!" He seems so determined to become a Jedi, it's wonderful to see such vigor in our youth.

I put my hand on his shoulder. "You must use the force not just to know what's going on around you, but what is going on inside you too." I point to his chest with my other hand. "You can't expect to be able to face the world outside if you can't understand what's going on inside yourself."

He looks giddy with excitement. "Is that really all I need to do?"

"Yes," then I lean closer as if I'm telling him a secret. "And also keeping your room moist at night helps."

I don't know why, but this makes Nahdar laugh hysterically. Everyone turns to look at us wondering why Nahdar is laughing so. I'm searching for an answer too but I never find one. All I find is that his laughter is contagious and that I'm soon laughing along with him.We get all kinds of strange looks as there seems to be nothing to laugh at but we are undeterred in our hysteria.

When our laughter dies down, Master Yoda calls all the younglings back to finish class. Nahdar jumps up and runs to his call but not before turning to me and waving goodbye. I wave goodbye to him and wish him the best.

Years later, after Nahdar had been my padawan for some time, I asked him if he remembered that first time we met. He smiled and nodded so I asked him what exactly made him laugh so hard.

Barely able to keep a straight face he said that when I leaned in to tell him to keep his room moist at night, I had some lettuce stuck between my two front teeth.

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