You know what's the one thing that rocks when it comes to being Force sensitive yet nobody tells you about? Well ok, not just the one, and maybe it doesn't hold true for those inferior plebs, but I digress. If you are awesome enough, you get to control your own dreams! Lucid dreaming baby! What do you mean the Force is not needed for that, all it takes is time and effort? Bah! That takes work.
"Oh…2B, bring that glorious booty close— wait, the hell?!"
Needless to say, I knew that my day was off to a great start when my beautifully crafted piece of 'art' started fading, beginning with the edges of the grand palace like room, first to go being the windows and the streaming rays of light streaming within, a gnawing void replacing them. With the golden walls following right after and before I could even so much as start cursing my luck the rest of the room was swallowed as well. Ridiculously sized bed and faux imitation of my beauties as well. Leaving me floating naked in utter darkness.
"Ok, congrats there. You ruined my fun-time. Feeling happy about yourself up there?" I grumbled while casting an upward glare, or at least what felt like one. If the cosmic field noticed my words she didn't seem to care to respond, or at least not in any coherent manner. For almost immediately after my words left my mouth the seeming void like infinity surrounding me wobbled and my projected dream body along with it.
"What the fu—" but I was unable to finish that sentence, for I no longer had a mouth. In fact I could only goggle while gazing at the void surrounding me with my new form. And let me tell you, doing this without eyes, or a body was a trip in an of itself. Huh, who would have thought but Vader was right after all. The powers of the Force indeed, mere acid had nothing on this!
'Ok, Force, dear?' I mentally projected to the all-encompassing field which was gently, but insistently blocking my attempts of escaping this psychedelic trip and waking up. 'I like toying with stuff that go 'boom', building my own crap, as well as flying spaceships. But that doesn't mean that I WANT to be one!'
For indeed, within this strange vision my body had been replaced by a very familiarly shaped vessel from a long, long time ago —or would that be the future in this case— namely that of the spear like form of the Anaconda from the Space-sim elite dangerous, a curious mix of sleek yet bulky. But unlike the game version, I somehow knew that my current size could be likened to this universe's yet to be built eclipse class super star destroyer.
Frustratingly, the Force remained elusive, refusing to answer in any sort of shape or form, not even through her usual cryptic manner which she used for the lesser plebs: mental probes, emotional nudges, vague portents of doom and other such crap.
In fact, the incredibly faint and careful modulations of the field around me almost radiated the faintest sense of…worry? What for. Everything had been going Anakin's way those past few days! Well, for the most part at least.
Before I had time to ponder the matter further the formless darkness in front of me cleared, revealing a magnificent if dreadful vista.
While still in the form of my once favorite ship from a universe as far from here as this one was from my old one. I was no longer the singular vessel cruising through what had now transformed into interstellar space. In fact, I was but one of thousands, millions even. Gleaming star-ships in all shapes and colors were swimming through the cosmic void next to and all around me, the far-off stars surrounding us showering us with their distant pale light, while massive leviathan like columns of gas and other elements expelled in massive supernovas long past, danced their lackadaisical dance, the beautiful almost tendril like nebulae glimmering in a myriad of colors as light passed through them.
But I spared little attention to the natural beauty all around me, opting instead to focus on the newly appeared vessels. Noting once again that each and every one of them was as different from one another as there were grains of sand on earth, and that their size varied. Immediately, two things became apparent.
One, that I was once again the biggest fish, since none of my 'companions' even came close to my sheer size and girth. Hah! Take that suckers!
The second.
'Mommy!'
In examining the various vessels my 'eyes', that is the ship's various cameras and sensors, were naturally drawn to the location the Force was inexorably pulling us towards. Namely, all of us were flying straight towards the object which had resulted in many, many destroyed spaceships for thousands of Commanders back in that game.
Dead ahead, a rapidly spinning pulsar hang, dominating a large portion of the magnificent vista in front of me and looking as if it was plucked straight out of the game. Purple kilometer long jet streams of death emanating from its poles included of course for extra authenticity. The only exception being of course, that the monstrosity in front of me seemed to be a tad… bigger than was usual, way past the size where is should have collapsed even further. In fact, a hunch told me that it was nearly as big my old planet's moon. Which was sheer lunacy!
Groans of tortured metal mixed with the sound of emergency alarms blared in my non-existent ears. Huh, so that's what pants shitting terror feels like when in the shape of a ship.
Indeed, watching the millions of tiny spaceships obliviously speed towards their doom, the true death-star cobbling them up by the thousands was an…experience to be certain. 'Ok, Ani. Focus. What's she trying to tell you?'
Right at that instant, and while 'I' was only a couple hundred thousand kilometers away from the nearest conical ray of death radiating outwards from the malicious feeling neutron star, the Force relinquished control of my dream body. Allowing me to once again control my actions.
Immediately, and thanks to dream logic making the action intuitive, I spun around, the sound of engines blazing red hot and groaning in protest as they were being pushed to their limit reached my ears as I ponderously twisted my metallic girth around and started heading in the opposite direction, even if the jet cones of probable death were still some distance away. Technically, the 'ship' that I now was could, in game, survive with relative ease and even use the ample power radiated by the stellar remnant in an almost careless manner to amplify the power of its hyper-drive. But I felt no need to try the same.
Still, as I hightailed it out of there, the stellar remnant beginning to shrink behind me, an ethereal and nigh imperceptible sigh of relief vibrated through the space around me, but, the Force's worries could wait, for I had noticed something through the sensors currently serving as my senses. The second largest ship after me, which had been firing its thrusters all this time in a vain attempt to counteract the monstrous gravity pulling it in, had finally fallen within one of the cones. It too, was yet another ship pulled straight out of my memories and that game. More specifically the doomed albedo ship was none other than everyone's favorite, or not so much, trapezoidal starter of a vessel.
Watching it valiantly fight for a few moments more, all the while blaring electromagnetic signals in every band and frequency in an almost desperate manner, something clicked at last. For with my current girth, and ability to survive for a few moments, even within this overfed monstrosity, I was reasonably certain I could attempt to help the poor sidewinder by scooping her up.
'Wait, is this about my upcoming rescue missi—'
Before I could finish my words, everything around me started to dissolve. The vibrations almost indicating a sort of…panic? Far, far away, in the depths of the netherworld something stirred and the Force's panic intensified as with the metaphysical equivalent of a mule kick, I was forcibly ejected before the vision could finish unraveling.
"Ahh! Damnit! My fuckin head." In the very next instant, I found myself back in my room within the Temple of enforced abstinence. Chest heaving and half risen from my bed, the sheets clinging to my soaked frame. Risking a quick glance with my right eye, despite it causing my newest friend, in the form of a skull splitting migraine, to double in intensity, I found that no. It was still nighttime, even though I was sure that dawn was not too far. "Gkh, Force damnit. I don't want to walk all the way to the infirmary for a—"
Thankfully, despite the agony pulsating in my head causing me to temporarily forget about them, my nanites cared little about said fact. And were already hard at work, floating towards the affected areas in their almost obsessive desire to protect me. In mere instants, the pain started to abate, and with my faculties starting to return I noticed something else. The sheet covering my chest was soaked with more than just sweat, for those splotches of red could be one thing and one thing only…
"Senpai! Is everything okay?!"
Frowning, and touching the underside of my nose with a finger, it came away red, as expected. I wondered that myself. The hell was all that about. This was the first time the Force had bothered with such a level of cloak and dagger bullshit when delivering a warning.
"Senpai?! Are you okay, do you need any sort of help? Aside from the obvious damage, the nanites report that everything else is ok. Maybe I should…"
Shaking my head, I opted to respond. Lest my overzealous girls do something foolish.
"I'm ok Sakura, or mostly in any case. It was just another Force vision. And a very…weird one at that."
"Another in such a short span of time?! Ain't that unusual?"
"Very much so."
"That's worrying, what was it about?"
I scowled, staring at the beige wall across me while tiny lights and shadows performed a dance upon it, akin to a surrealistic canvas, courtesy of Coruscant's distant city lights and ever-present hover-cars. Alas, aside from the somewhat interesting, if fleeting and ever-changing patterns, the smooth surface had no answers to give. Or if it did, was unwilling to share.
"That's the problem, I'm not sure."
I could almost see the purple haired beauty biting her lip in worry while also scowling in frustration. "And now I'm even more worried."
In lieu of answering I grasped the drenched sheets tighter, the fabric crumbling under my grip before I forcibly let out a long exhale and, throwing the covers aside jumped off my cot.
"Right, I'm awake now, and there's no way I'm going back to sleep. So, best make use of this…" and promptly dropped into a series of katas, soon losing myself to the familiar sensation. Thank the Force for my once again youthful body as well…well, the Force. No need to carefully stretch up in the morning anymore!
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'It was beautiful.' No matter how many times he glanced upon the jewel of the Republic the thought remained the same. Now don't misunderstand, he meant not the banal crowded streets brimming with corruption, thieves and worse, or the almost constantly jammed airspace above, upon which traffic usually crawled through at a glacial pace. Nor the jutting and, for the most part, misshapen mishmash of ugly prefabbed buildings dotting the landscape, with nary a hint of vegetation as far as the eye could see.
No. Despite seeming to do so at first glance. Mace Windu wasn't looking through his physical eyes, or at least not fully. Peering through the wide window at the world outside and with the morning sun kissing his skin, he was instead seeing not what was, but what could and one day may yet be. And what he and his compatriots strove to bring closer to reality each day. A galaxy united in truth, where each voice mattered and everyone, no matter how big or small, could contribute in their own small, but significant way. Further growing the precious tree of his beloved Republic.
"Credit for your thoughts, mmh?"
Removing the palm, he had unconsciously placed upon the see-through pane —which looked like glass but was in truth made out of anything but. The materials composing it being expensive and difficult to combine together, as well as extremely labor intensive. But the safety of the Temple's denizens was paramount. Windu turned his head a touch to the side, glancing downwards as he did.
The mischievous eyes of one of his oldest friends gazed back at him.
"Apologies Master Yoda. I was in a reminiscent mood."
Alas, the diminutive Jedi was well accustomed to his splendid pupil's quirks and moods after all those years.
He snorted.
"Lost in thoughts and dreams you were. Visions of what may yet be but is not." He said and taped his stick as if to emphasize his point, before extending a weathered green claw in his friend's direction. "Remember to focus on the present, not on what is yet to be. Hope we can but fight the future we cannot, alter it cannot. The will of the Force accept we must, hmm."
With a small upward quirk of his lips, the middle-aged man gave a soft inclination of his head. Accepting the gentle rebuke in the spirit in which it was given. For indeed, they could, and would work to bring about a better future. But in the end, only the Force could decide how everything would end.
But, that didn't mean that Windu would give anything less than his very best in his attempt to try and bring about said utopia.
The sound of soft steps tapping ever closer against the smooth marble like floor drew his gaze away from his old Master and the window both, causing him to peer down the hallway, eyes alight with curiosity.
"Greetings to you Masters. How fares your day so far?"
"Greetings to you too, Master Fay." The mirthful Grandmaster said, his eyes radiating warmth as he too turned in the approaching woman's direction. "We are quite well so far, invasions from unknown species we've seen none as of yet. Nor, new Force sensitives with immense potential have we found mhuhuhu!"
Mace grimaced exasperated, as his old friend continued, as the youngsters would put it to, 'take the piss' out of him. In this case by mentioning some of the most recent issues potentially posing trouble for his beloved Republic. And naturally the young Chosen One was in the center of it all.
At his old Master's continued ribbing — and the deceptively young-looking woman continuing to smile politely at his antics— he simply sighed and rubbed his smooth scalp, the rays of the morning sun reflecting off of it making it glisten. On the one hand, he was thankful that said series of most recent problems had not caused Master Yoda to lose his cheerful spirit. On the other hand, all of them had important things to get to. Making to speak he paused, for an image most weird flashed through his mind.
Namely him in a dark overcoat, with an eye-patch and a small goatee of all things, glaring at young Skywalker. Great, now his old Master's mood was infecting the Force itself, best put a stop to it quick then lest it conjure more weird visions.
"Master Fay."
"Ah, yes Master Windu?"
"As much as your company is welcomed amongst us, I suspect you sought us out for something more important than mere pleasantries?"
Oh Force no. Yoda's eyes gleamed, he was about to interrupt.
Thankfully, the blonde woman saw the opportunity for what it was and grasped it with both hands.
"Apologies, but yes, I'm afraid you are correct." He gave a nigh imperceptible nod, filled with gratitude, towards her. One she returned, making it seem as if it was a mere part of her words. Best part being that everyone present knew what happened but nobody would say anything. Yoda's ears flopped downwards in sadness, the opportunity for further mischief now firmly beyond his grasp.
"I've come to inform you that I'm taking Padawan Skywalker with me on an excursion out of the Temple."
He raised a smooth eyebrow. "For what purpose?"
The woman's expression softened somewhat, as a small, almost proud smile split her lips. "To attempt a rescue mission of all things."
His other eyebrow joined his comrade, but before either of the men could interrupt, she continued, sharing most of the details, including the info her young charge had sent to her data-slate.
"—and that's more or less the gist of it."
A lesser man would have snorted but he held himself to higher standards.
"Hmph! The Force truly can perform miracles." Master Yoda on the other hand, did not. "A selfless act and an actual friend you say?" he snorted yet again and shook his head. "My agreement for this venture you have my friend."
"And I'm certain that the fact that you won't have to deal with Anakin's…Anakiness for a couple of days at the very least doesn't hurt either, no?"
"Hrk!"
"Ack!"
Both men gave a startled cough at being caught, Yoda to the side and Windu in his fist, while Fay continued to glow with an angelic smile.
"Ahem, I will admit." Windu started slowly. "That there is a kernel of truth to that. And the fact that I won't have to use as much crass language as I did these past few days…well that doesn't hurt either."
Fay's eyes narrowed in worry. "Master Windu, you are certain that this charade needs to be maintained?"
They've had this argument, the three of them, many times in the past few days. Yet his answer remained the same. Giving a sad nod he said so.
"As much as I would like it to be otherwise that is indeed the case." Fragmented blurry visions of a red blade and terrified screams momentarily flashed through his mind. A harsh wheezing sound overshadowing it all. "The only path where we avoid destruction from the Sith's insidious machinations is the one we walk." He had shared with neither of his two trusted comrades that said visions of the dark figure had recently changed, into something which was even harder to perceive as of yet but which the Force assured him was worse.
At this the blonde's smile fell and she frowned while crossing her arms.
"But still, was it necessary to call it 'plan bad cop, worse cop and the sweet cheeks'?"
Windu hastily suppressed a smile. The woman, having sensed it somehow, glowered at him making him blink back at her with feigned ignorance. While his Master's antics were a bit much sometimes…he was his student in the end.
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"You still intend to go through with this Senpai?"
I grinned, but continued with my kata without pausing, the perks of mental communication baby!
"You bet your delicious booty I do!"
For a few moments silence was my only answer, while on the outside the sounds of gentle steps, soft whispers and the various residents of the Temple going about their day reached my ears. This somehow, and much to my annoyance, put me somewhat at ease. Causing me to scowl and my kick towards some imaginary enemy to be a tad harsher than it really needed to be.
Right, relax Anakin. Be one with the Matukai, don't fight it. Don't think extraneous thoughts, especially not how being surrounded by wusses is making you go soft! Argh! I can feel my hard won Tatooinian survival skills wither with each passing second!
"Motherfucker!"
A crackle of static preceded the amused voice of my white haired waifu.
"I can see that you are in a fine mood dear. Training going well, I take it?"
Despite there being nobody around me my cheeks burned with shame all the same. Damnit, I looked uncool before my precious booty. Curse those nanites for transmitting everything.
"Ehehe, yes. Totally!"
"I see, in any case. If you are insistent on—"
"I am."
"Then please come by the lab soon. We have an upgraded version of the nanites for you," Speak of the devil. "-as well as a couple other goodies. Also, dear, you need to eat more fiber."
Her parting words made me choke and completely flub my next move. The nearby chair paying the price as it crumbled into smithereens.
Before I could reply the wooden door to my room opened and in stepped my Sensei. With a mischievous grin firmly affixed to her face, which only grew upon noticing the shattered piece of furniture.
"Ah, my young Padawan, I couldn't help but overhear your loud shout filled with youth. Training going well I take it?"
Groaning I fell out of my kata entirely and pinched my nose, shutting my eyes. Somehow, I just knew that my actions caused her grin to turn vulpine.
"Yes. And not this again!" I mumbled and opened my eyes, the first part meant for 2B, who understood my agreement to her earlier words, at least if the purr sent my way, was any indication.
Thankfully, or not, Fay missed my full body shudder entirely. For my words caused her vixen like smile to turn into a mighty, and adorable, pout.
"Wha— How, bu—" recognition sparked in her eyes and her pout turned sullen. "Oh, of course, your future sight. But to use it on such a trivial matter as to avoid your Master's prank…"
Smirking I interlocked my arms as I gazed upwards at the woman —curse my height, although it did put me in the optimal position for other things hehehe. But in contrast to my taunting grin on the inside I was torn, on the one hand I just saved myself potential embarrassment. On the other, damnit! Missed bonding opportunity!
"Eh, them's the breaks Sensei." I said, shaking my shoulders in a 'what can you do' gesture. "So, how can I help you?"
She huffed for a moment before her expression flowed back into her usual soft smile once more.
"Well, my young Padawan. I came to inform you in regards to the matter we discussed yesterday."
Holy shit, don't tell me!
"And after thinking about it for some time, I've concluded that undertaking this mission will be very beneficial for you."
Yeah right, as if you haven't been feeling cooped up inside these dusty walls those past few days' as well sweet cheeks.
"Fuck yeah!"
"Language Ani, also, there are a couple of conditions,"
Looking at her angelic smile I could do nothing but groan, for in contrast to her smile her eyes held a malicious glint. Dammit, this is totally payback for ruining whatever prank you planned earlier wasn't it. Remember the eldar Ani, remember Feanor. Just because elves are lewd it doesn't mean they can't be dangerous..
"Very well, shoot."
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Depending on one's point of view, one could very well make the case that she had everything anyone could ever want: wealth, power, fame. Name it and it was quite likely she had it. Each and every one of the necessities one needed to get ahead in life and achieve freedom and happiness. On the face of it she could even agree, but in truth matters were far from what they first seemed.
"And so you see Madam Chancellor, it was imperative that I come visit you as early as possible. After all, my proposal is time sensitive and—"
For one, recent events had fostered upon her responsibilities and duties neither asked nor wanted. Forcing her to play the part of the kind hearted, patient and a bit naive Senator turned Chancellor from Naboo. Curse that old idiot Plaqueis! Smiling beatifically at the Zabrak Senator, caused him to blush slightly. But more importantly, shut his trap momentarily while he was forced to gather his wits once more. Speaking of her dear old Master she dearly hoped that he was enjoying his new accommodations. In fact, she would even argue that she had been merciful with what he did to her! Forcing her to deal with idiot after idiot each and every day…
The Dark-side, now under constant watch, laughed cruelly in her head. Drawing perverse satisfaction from the torment the newest Dark Lord of the Sith was under. Lily gave the frigid bitch the metaphysical equivalent of the finger.
"A-Ahem, why Madam Chancellor, the rumors don't do your beauty justice. In fact, I dare say that—"
She suppressed a groan while the Dark-side laughed even harder. Great, she had inadvertently created yet another simp. Admittedly, they had their uses but… She eyed the man in front of her, that reminded her. That idiotic apprentice of hers had yet to return. Oh, when she got her hands on her… Thoughts of her wayward pupil inadvertently conjured images of the most recent curio to enter her life.
At the thought of the Chosen One, a small cruel smirk split her lips, one she hastily hid behind a slim hand and cute cough. Glee filled her heart, enough to ignore even the Dark-side's constant mocking of her circumstances.
Seriously, what was he thinking 'joining' the Jedi, —even if her sources within the Temple had shared that, as rumor had it, it was anything but the Jedi's usual modus operandi. The idiots having come to a weird agreement with said youth , one which, again if rumors were to be believed, made the youth more or less free to come and go as he pleased, with a few exceptions of course. Seriously, this sounded more something up the Green's alley, what with their disgusting laissez-faire attitude where the Force was concerned —admittedly the same could be said for most of Corellia and not just about the Force, but still. How did the anal-retentive idiots infesting her backyard agree to this?
Questions for another day. She focused, instead on what was important.
Like, the feelings of sheer anguish, irritation, boredom and other juicy emotions continuing to radiate off the temple and which could only belong to one person, laced thick as they were with the darker aspect of the Force. Ignoring the simpering idiot still yapping about in front of her desk for a moment she closed her eyes and drank in deep.
Ahh, that's the stuff. If she couldn't have fun and experiment than neither could the boy.
Predictably, something had to go wrong and ruin her day. A burst of sheer joy tinged with the gag worthy feelings of relief blasted outwards from the Temple. The bitch's laughter in the back of her head didn't help matters either.
"Ayeeee!"
Blinking in confusion she gazed around her room, not seeing anything amiss to start, before noting that she was on her feet and that in her rage she might have overreacted a tiny bit . The simp, knocked back along with his chair, was cowering in fear, arms and legs pulled in close in a futile attempt to make himself one with the fallen furniture and hide from view. And for some reason he kept strenuously avoiding her eyes. But why would he…
Oh.
Pinching her nose, her glasses free nose. She waved an arm absentmindedly, restoring a semblance of order to the somewhat disheveled office —simp and chair included— and pulling a pair of new glasses out of the telekineticaly opened drawer to her left.
"Right, you saw nothing." She said, focusing upon the cowering man with her now, once again blue eyes. "You just," suddenly the memories of the past few days flashed through her mind she was so done with this. "Ehh… you had a sudden bout of fainting, or something, yes. Now of you go. Chop chop!" She made a shooing motion with her arm, which the slightly drooling man promptly followed.
While it was admittedly, not her best work, she had the suspicion that it wouldn't really matter. After all, she had the Force, ample amounts of it in fact, plus general hum— err Zabrak stupidity working in her favor as well. After all, people rarely bothered digging deeper once they had an answer, any answer at that.
Although, it was a good thing that the guards standing post outside were her own men.
But all that was irrelevant, for it was high time for the newly elected Chancellor to come down with a sudden case of the flu, or something. Stresses of the job and all that. There was Science to be done!
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The notification ping, signaling the arrival of a new message caused her to squeak adorably and fall on her back. Resulting in her pillow letting out a mighty groan of protest followed by a series of even louder ones from her cheap bed's rusty springs.
Paying little mind to all of that her fingers snapped towards the data-slate, in an almost fumbling manner in their haste to grasp it.
Quickly scanning the message's contents her eyes lit up.
"YES!" her shout was followed in turn by her all but flying out of her bed and jumping around in joy, which predictably resulted in her poor toe once more being subjected to a cruel and unusual punishment. Her accompanying whimpers of pain a moment later as she clutched her poor foot drew a series of muffled protesting noises from the neighbors next door.
The mix of high spirits and aching toe resulted in her caring little. In response to their incoherent mumbling, she picked up one of her boots and repeatedly banged on said wall.
"You kept me up all night yesterday, and without relief. So, unless you want me to report you to the manager. Shut it!"
More incoherent noises followed, this time vaguely apologetic in nature making her nod with satisfaction, even as a snort left her lips. Right, as if the manager of this quaint little shit-hole would care one whit about complaints, much less ones relating to noise. But then again, as the old adage said, one gets what one pays for. And considering her meager funds this place had served perfectly as her temporary, and more importantly cheap residence. Besides one had to admit that it had its own rustic charm and she could readily attest to the fact that it was beginning to grow on her, like a mold.
Pausing, she scanned the message's last words again. Right, be ready to depart at a moment's notice. She gave a cautious sniff of her own armpit and gagged, right, speaking of molds it would be best if she didn't smell, nor look like one.
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"They've caught up to u—gkah!"
"Shit! Don't just stand there! Blast them. Blast the fuckers!"
The pained grunts of his young friends, mixed with the sounds of blasters and explosives coming in bursts through the cheap, jury-rigged portable transmitter made Korig clench his fist in anguish.
Another failure, as they feared, yet he had foolishly allowed himself to hope. Perhaps his granddaughter had been correct when he last saw her. With each passing day he was turning more and more into a jolly old timer rather than the fierce Bothan of his youth. In short, someone entirely unsuited to this.
Yet, as he glanced at the frightened —and mostly young faces surrounding him, he came to the worrying conclusion that he was the best hope those children had. So, he would have to do his best. And besides, he hoped to see his favorite little rascal once more and for her to meet his new adopted granddaughter.
A hand fell upon his shoulder, giving an encouraging squeeze, followed by a near whisper.
"We all knew the odds, don't beat yourself up Korig."
Glancing at the concerned visage of Tarjim, the Rodian's pitch black marble like eyes shining with concern he grimaced and nodded.
"Indeed," he jerked his head slightly towards the worried faces all around them. "But unlike you and me? The young ones need some words of encouragement and hope. Something neither of us is especially good at." The pair chuckled for a moment. "So, fetch Shavim for me will ya? The brat has a way with words."
"Shall I tell him you said that?" asked his friend his tone innocent.
Korig shuddered, "Force no. He already thinks too highly of himself. Hearing that might be just the push needed for his head to pop."
With another soft chuckle, the man turned and departed to fulfill his task. Waiting for but a moment the older Bothan stood and headed towards a nearby room. Something kept twisting in his gut, blast it. The girl was performing witchery again, wasn't she? Damn her and damn that woman for that matter, he could have gone through the rest of his life happily oblivious to the fact that whenever his stomach churned like so, it wasn't simply a bad case of acid reflux but one of the most peculiar ways she had ever seen someone sense when the Force was being used around them…
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Next is probably the rwby one, but we'll see.