After a few more days of observation, testing, and training me on how to clean, use, and care for my implants and incisions, I was returned to the home of the heroes. C-3PO escorted me there. He put me in day room with Ben, Jaina, and Jacen.

"Thank you," I said as deliberately as I could.

"You're most welcome," he said cheerfully as he turned to leave.

Jaina approached and smirked.

"Nice mo-hawk."

I ignored her, and walked toward Ben. Ben was kind. Ben wouldn't make fun of me, no matter how I looked.

I was hurt, but I didn't need to go running to Han or Leia to get back at them.

Ben asked shyly if I was feeling okay. I told him I was. Then he asked me if I wanted to help him fix a training remote. I told him I would love to help.

He took me back to another room with a work bench, a box of spare parts, scattered tools, and the out of commission remote. I could tell Ben wanted to fix it. This was more than an ambition. I knew that he wanted to impress his father.

Ben showed me all of the tools and identified each one for me. He then started on the remote, and like a surgeon, he would reach out for tools and say the name. Then, I would hand him the tool he asked for. I liked being his assistant.

Then, he started a monologue in between his requests.

"My dad can fix anything! Once, he fixed a moisture vaporator all by himself. Drill. Do you know how complicated those things are? He showed me pictures and diagrams. It was so cool. Wrench. And another time..."

I just listened to Ben babble as he tinkered. I think he liked having someone actually listening to him

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The adults and Ben were patient with me, not only in forming works, but remembering some and pronunciations. My dad had been dead for two years, and nothing had been said to me really, in Huttese or Basic. Usually, 3PO helped me work on my vocabulary and speech.

Occasionally, Jaina and Jacen would try to persuade Ben to drop me, but they were never successful.

For a few hours a day, Luke and c-3PO would teach all of us (adults included) sign language. Luke wanted everyone to be able to communicate, especially if my implants failed in a tense situation.

This seemed to irritate Jacen and Jaina even more where I was concerned. They saw it as a waste of time or a chore. To me, it came down to survival and how to communicate with others on the battlefield should my magnets, receivers, or wires should fail. They may have thought they were going above and beyond for someone that was "broken" and never could be "fixed." (They eventually came around). At least all of us could agree that the language was easy to learn.

Once my verbal skills and signing was enough advanced for someone of my age, Luke had me sit and record in both words and sign about my life, and Luke asked me to spare no detail with my time in Zorba's care. So, I told of the beatings, parties, fondlings, and I spared no detail.

By the time I was done talking, Luke was green around the gills. I was glad I was only telling him.

He put it what he recorded in audio only, visual only, both, and sent out a request to have it transcribed.

It is currently stored in the new Archives.