Rubble, now a vibrant, happy twelve year-old Kaleesh, had adapted well to his life at the Jedi Temple. Yoda was very pleased with his progress made in both saber skills and with using the Force.

But there was something more than just his new abilities that were troubling him as Rubble ran down the hallways of the Temple.

Rubble ran right into Adi Gallia. "Sorry," He grumbled. "Um, Master Gallia, may I please use the HoloNet?" He asked politely.

Gallia stared down at him. "Why?"

"I want to talk with my aunt or my cousin," Rubble answered. He knew that he was being obscure, but that was the family he had.

Gallia raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

"Kaleesh business," Rubble responded.

"Go ahead," Gallia gave in.

Rubble ran to the holoprojector reserved for younglings. He knew that Ronderu and Qymaen would be coming back to Kalee after some business in the Core.

Rubble tried the Martyr II. A blue image of Ronderu appeared. "Ronnie!" Rubble exclaimed, calling the lady Kaleesh by her fond nickname.

Ronderu smiled. "What's up, Rubble?"

Rubble was pleased to see his friend. "Well, not much," He said. "But in a little less than a year, I have to have a master."

"That's worrying," Ronderu answered. "Though aren't there backups?"

"Like the Jedi exploration force? Yeah," Rubble replied. "But I'd much rather travel the Galaxy using what Force-powers I have, like Jal. Quit the Order and avoid the Medical corps."

Ronderu smiled.

"Do you know anything about Jal's travels?" Rubble asked.

"She's in route to Oressus," Ronderu replied. "She said her intelligence points to a few slaves on that planet."

"And whom are Jal's intelligence?" Rubble asked quizzically.

"Actually, Jedi," Ronderu responded.

Rubble was surprised, but Adi Gallia stormed into the room after Rubble. "I have to go!" He yelled.

"I thought that this was important!" Gallia yelled and chased Rubble out.

Yoda tried to meditate with each youngling once a year at least. Today, some younglings trembled as they heard the tap-tap of Yoda's cane resounding through the dormitory halls. Rubble had just been forced off the HoloNet when Yoda ran into him. "Young Hailen, where are you going?" Yoda asked.

Rubble wasn't used to being called by his proper name. But hearing his native language was refreshing… anyway, Rubble didn't respond.

Yoda was more persistent. "Master Hailen, come with me and meditate, we will," He told the Kaleesh.

"Oh, you mean me," Rubble mumbled. It was a rarity for someone to call him Hailen. He was just so used to Rubble.

"Tell me, why on the HoloNet were you?" Yoda asked the Kaleesh.

"I was talking with my aunt, Ronderu lij Kummar," Rubble answered. "But you haven't met her before."

Yoda nodded. "Miss her, do you?"

"Well… yes," Rubble admitted. "But not as much as I miss Jal. I am much more comfortable around other Kaleesh. It's more of a natural thing. Kaleesh rarely left the planet until recently, so I think that we're so used to being around just Kaleesh."

Yoda thought for a moment. "Struggling with this, are you?"

"Not very much anymore," Rubble answered. "But I do feel lonely. And, Master Yoda, please call me by Rubble. I like it better than my real name. 'Hailen'… it makes me feel down," Rubble explained.

Yoda looked into the Kaleesh's emotionless eyes. "Meditation, we need. Learn more, we will."

In Yoda's meditation chamber, Rubble took a seat. Maybe talking to Jalaen hadn't been the best idea. That or had his gloomy mood been inspired by Yoda calling him by his given name? Hailen wasn't even his true given name. But something had made him think about his life before Jalaen – a life he didn't like much.

Yoda looked Rubble. "Put you in this mood, something has," Yoda asked and took a seat. "What?"

"No offense, Master Yoda, but…"

"Fear, I sense in you. Fear of the unknown."

Rubble bowed his head. "Yes, I'm afraid."

Yoda nodded. "Control your fear," He warned the youngling.

Rubble shut his eyes for a moment, but he quickly snapped his eyes open again. "Pain…suffering," He said dreamily, and then, "Vex!"