Padawan.
It wasn't a word I thought I'd hear much, growing up. When I was younger, I'd heard the word four, maybe five, times.
I grew up on a planet called Grothlor. It was a small, out of the way planet. Not quite outer rim, but we certainly weren't a tourist hot spot. The people were predominantly human, but there was enough other species that you wouldn't look twice.
When I was seven, I met my first Twi'lek. And she would change my life forever.
She came to my father's shop three weeks before my eighth birthday, in need of some decent clothing. Her name was Srethra Kiin, a blue skinned Twi'lek, and her presence was the first major turning point in my life. I walked into the room when I heard her speaking with Father, up at the front. When I walked in, her head snapped around faster than I thought possible, her eyes wide.
The whole room froze. When I saw her, I felt a kinship I'd never thought possible. I was trapped in my body, trying, in vain, to absorb this new feeling, as she stared at me. Father, needless to say, was confused. He kept looking back and forth between us, trying to figure out why we'd both frozen, and why this woman had stopped speaking.
"Miss, is there a problem?" he asked.
"I'm sorry for my rudeness, but is this child yours?" she responded, never looking away from me.
"Why yes, this is my eldest child, and only son. Is there something the matter?"
"Yes and no," she said, finally looking back to my father, "I feel though, that I must reintroduce myself. I am Master Srethra Kiin, of the Jedi Order."
"A Jedi, out here? I don't know that I've ever heard about a Jedi being on this planet. I'm afraid I still don't understand what's wrong though."
"I apologize, but I'm afraid I can't tell you just yet. I need to make a call first." she said. "I hate to impose, but I'll have to come back to see you later." She started toward the door.
"Master Jedi, if you don't mind, could you come back after business hours? My wife will be home then, and I'm afraid she wouldn't forgive me if I let you leave without meeting her." he asked, still confused. "Besides, then you could join us for dinner as well."
"Very well," she answered, "that would probably be for the best anyway."
And, with that, she was gone. My father looked at me, as I shook my head, trying to clear it.
"You alright there, lad?" he asked eying me with concern.
"Aye, Pop. Fine. But who was that woman?"
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This is my first true attempt at writing, and I would appreciate honest feedback. I will be updating as much as possible, and I promise the chapters will get longer. This first one is just an intro, and my way of getting my feet wet.