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Salmon Blade
Chronicles
*The events of adopting Princess Vivid Nightingale 3rd back on Veronicus-9.*
The King of the World-Kingdom had surrendered the throne he sat on, the World he governed, and even his own flesh and blood daughter and heir to the world throne.
All because the King of Veronicu-9 thought that Jedi Knight Salmo Saylar was a Sith Lord.
"D-don't you pull any f-funny tricks, S-Sith Lord! Our King has-has already submitted to your dastardly will! So at least have some mercy in that black heart of yours to s-spare these soldiers that are graciously e-escorting you out of his m-majesties palace! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Y-YOU RAISED YOUR HAND! YOU JUST CASTED AN EVIL MAGIC ON ME, DIDN'T YOU! GAAAAAAH! A-as Captain of the Royal Guards – YOU'RE NOT TAKING ME ALIVE!"
"S-stop! Time out! Please don't just pull out your belt to make a noose to hang yourself off a random ceiling beam! I'm not a Sith Lord! I'm really a Jedi Knight! Yes, my Lightsaber make look Red to you – BUT IT'S FOR CRYING OUT LOUD SALMON COLOR! And as Captain of the Royal Guards or whatever, shouldn't you do something about your men who wouldn't stop peeing their pants just because they're forced to follow me! Seriously!"
After the diplomatic mission was completed, Salmo Saylar decided to end the chaos right then and there and just leave. He got what he wanted, a 100% consented signature of the World-King's leader to join the Great Republic to take part in the Clone Wars – no strings attached.
By now, he was wondering if this was some sort of trap that his Master had set up in order to gain these incredible results.
"Seriously, Master Windu. If you planned out everything from the start the second you chose me for this ridiculous mission – at least tell me beforehand. Then I wouldn't reveal my Lightsaber to everyone when that Assassin tried to kill the King out of the blue…Geez…This is more than bad luck – it's absolute misfortune!—Hmm?"
Salmo Saylor stopped.
The guards who were leading him to the palace exit did the same…more like they passed out when their hearts stopped completely. They thought this was a moment when this 'Sith Lord' instantly turned and slashed them below the belt. The fear was too much for their full brawn bodies to handle.
The Jedi Knight who carried a Red/Salmon Lightsaber paused, and for a good reason.
He was passing by a beautiful garden…but that wasn't the image that reflected in his eyes.
It was Princess Vivid Nightingale the 3rd, the King's daughter and heir to the throne of Veronicus-9.
…She was alone in that marble white and forest green garden that was big enough to rival the hangar of a Republic Cruiser.
That small girl who looked like a wonderful doll until someone realized she could talk a random language was seated across a table that was as white and as silky as her gown.
A cage was sitting in its center, its body once dipped in fresh liquid gold.
There was a bird as beautiful as the World-Kingdom's three moons, its tail long and blazing with a dark shade of the blue night…yet its fiery spirit was sitting quietly within that cage covered in precious gems.
…Sitting quietly like Princess Vivid.
Salmo Saylar watched in silence, a silence that was almost impossible to break. In order to just recover, he forced himself to take several steps forward – just to remind him he still existed.
"…That girl…I don't like her eyes…They're like a fish out of a water…They're—"
Dead.
The soul that should be dancing in the stained-glass eyes of that small and beautiful doll with hair churning to and fro as if underwater (mermaid)…
…Was just as quiet.
More than the bird sitting in that golden cage.
More than the girl who sat at the snow-white table.
More than the heart of a black hole.
"…,…,…,…V…valus…En'vi…Free'domh…"
The doll woke up.
She dropped from her chair, making it throw itself to the ground in shame. Her slender arms untouched by the eyes of the sun grabbed the gate of gold. That expression of a real doll never changed, never shifted, never faltered…
With one caring nod…
…She smashed the golden cage into the marble white floor.
"…"
Salmo Saylor felt as if his body was consumed by a spirit of the ice. Never once did his eyes break away from this strange sight.
Princess Vivid kicked aside the fragments of gold with her feet that were normal compared to the tail of a mermaid….And held aloft that bird that was now shining brighter than the three suns of the World-Kingdom…
That girl gave that creature a silent nod, her blessings…and it threw out its wings with full pride that reached for the never ending sky.
It shall never return. A creature as rare as a gem forged by the core of a dying start shall never look back.
But it will never forget that debt.
The small doll who looked like a mermaid with two regular feet wanted to chase after it…
…Only to fall flat on her face.
"…"
She remembered, she couldn't fly.
She remembered, she wasn't free.
She remembered…she couldn't do anything.
"…Valu…mosina…"
"…Hey…"
A voice called out. She didn't know who or what it was.
But it told her something. Not by ear. Not by mind.
A stirring sensation began to churn in her heart.
Curiosity destroyed her fear…and she turned.
…A connection was made. Two strings wrapped together to form a strong twine.
Salmo Saylor gave the girl a long stare…before the corner of his lips turned up.
"…I'm heading home to Coruscant…want to tag along?"
"…,…,…,…,…,…,…,…"
The Jedi Knight who carried a Red/Salmon Lightsaber held out a hand.
His movement had no purpose. It was as simple as wanting to catch a falling pedal from a cherry-blossom tree that was stuck in this over-sized garden.
However…he accepted nothing but the hand of a small mermaid.
Salmo Saylar voiced his final decision, regardless if this was his mission to begin with or not. Screw the details.
"…Hey Fish King, I have a request as this 'Sith Lord' you hate and fear…Mind if I adopt your daughter as my little sister?"
"…Imou'toh?"