EPILOGUE
Dorshe' Oden watched the orveasian sunrise from the comfort of her stone carved balcony that led into her spacious bedroom. This was something she had come accustom to over the past seven months. Dorshe' would wake from her plush bed and walk out onto her terrace where she would smell the sweet mixture of her flower garden and salt water that blew into her homestead as the breeze from the shore entered the structure as freely as she wished she could. Because despite the incredible strength that every orveasian like she had in comparison to the average humanoid, she still had to bare the weight of her budging waistline with some effort. It was something she had not been prepared to deal with as a Jedi, but she would do her best to treasure every pleasant moment she could gather from her experiences as a mother-to-be. Over the past few months while on leave Dorshe' had received several holo-communications from the likes of Angel Skywalker and Majel Antilles on all the advice they could conjure up in their years of being mothers themselves. She took the information with an open mind, but she had a feeling she would never truly understand what she was in for. Another message from Yoda Skywalker, which was more memorable than the weekly news-feeds he would send her based on the council meetings in particular stood out to her and even the announcement date of the Old republic Clones hatching, which was strikingly close to her own delivery day. In honor of his devotion to the order and his tragic death, the Jedi High Council had commissioned a bust of the late Pacres Oden to serve as a memorial in the Great hall of the Jedi temple. Dorshe' was touched and she knew somewhere out there her beloved was watching her from the great Force, smiling at her with that smile that she fell in love with so many years ago. A trait she hoped her son would be blessed to carry on.
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Dorshe' watched the bright orveasian sun as it crept above the lush green and blue landscape as the sky flickered with colors of purple and red. It was a sight that she would cherish and miss, but if there was one thing more breathtaking to her than this sight, it was seeing her son, her most treasured gift left to her by her true love, playing with the flowers and small creatures that dwelled in the Oden garden. "Aled Oden." She murmured with love seeping in her tonality. A name she knew would serve him well as it did his father's father. Only five years old and displaying an incredible attunement the Force that did not surprise his mother. She knew long before he was born that her son would make his place in the universe, and it would not be a small niche like so many others. Deep inside her being she knew that her son's destiny was intertwined with that of the old republic clones, for he was born just prior to the same day of their hatching and that in it said that he would be part of something grand. Aled had his mother's eyes and hair, but she always favored his smile that proved beyond a doubt that he was his father's son. Dorshe' had taught him all she could of the force with the limited resources at her disposal and he absorbed it well. While she was his mother and would be no less proud of him no matter how fast he caught on. The Jedi had to admit to herself that she herself had yet to grasp the skills he had until she was twice his age, and that was at the temple. Her dreams did not lie, someday Aled Oden, son of Dorshe' and Pacres would be a great 'Jedi' warrior.
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Aled Oden watched the coruscant landscape from his mother's office in the Jedi temple, with wide silver eyes that seemed to absorb every detail of the glistening endless metropolis as the sun set over the elegant skyscrapers. He almost didn't sense his mother sneak up behind him. "I hope your day was well Master Oden!" the teenager smirked in a tone becoming of a playful nonchalant manner. Dorshe' stood beside her son placing a hand on his tall shoulder, for while he was only the age of twelve he was still somewhat taller than his own mother. "You are not before the council Padawan Oden, Mother will suffice for now." She remarked, not blocking the sensations of joy she emitted towards the news she had for Aled. The young man felt his mother's identifiable pride and turned his gaze over to the woman next to him. "What is it?" he chuckled. "I know there is something you wish to tell me so you might as well just go right ahead and say it." She smiled, not able to hold back her happiness any longer. "You have a Master, Aled you are now an Apprentice to a Jedi Master." Aled's eyes lit up, brighter than the Coruscant night light itself, but still cautious. "Who is my Master?" he inquired, which only made his mother all the more pleased. "A impressive knight by the name of Grem Venad." She stated clearly. "Grem is to be my Master?" he was to shocked to believe what he heard, but he remembered his best friends who as he was last aware were still simple learners like he was a few minutes ago. "What about Obi-wan and Mace?" Dorshe's heart softened by her son's display of selflessness, something that had gotten him far in his Jedi training, as she reached out to tussle his hair into a mess "Always thinking of others my son! They have also been given masters of their own: Mace to Master Chevacca and Obi-wan to Master Skywalker as he had planned so long ago." "What do you mean?" Aled replied with a curious tone and one brow slightly lifted. "Master Skywalker thought it would be an ironic twist of fate if he were to teach the clone of the very man who taught his own ancestors the ways of the Force." She smirked, thinking of Yoda trying to hop in the saddle of being a teacher after so many years of being on the Council. "Well I'm glad to hear that." Aled concluded. Dorshe' then pulled her son's face to cup in her hands as she looked deeply and lovingly into his silver orbs. Tears began to swell in her eyes, tears of pure joy and pride that only a mother could have for a son that did nothing but make her proud to be alive. "You are so much like you father." she murmured having drawn him closer to embrace her son in her arms. ".he would be so proud of you." she finished. Aled simply nodded over her shoulder. "I wish I knew him." "You already do Aled." she chocked back her eye water. ".he has been with you since before you were born." The sun set over the coruscant surface, having ended one day to make way for a new.
Dorshe' Oden watched the orveasian sunrise from the comfort of her stone carved balcony that led into her spacious bedroom. This was something she had come accustom to over the past seven months. Dorshe' would wake from her plush bed and walk out onto her terrace where she would smell the sweet mixture of her flower garden and salt water that blew into her homestead as the breeze from the shore entered the structure as freely as she wished she could. Because despite the incredible strength that every orveasian like she had in comparison to the average humanoid, she still had to bare the weight of her budging waistline with some effort. It was something she had not been prepared to deal with as a Jedi, but she would do her best to treasure every pleasant moment she could gather from her experiences as a mother-to-be. Over the past few months while on leave Dorshe' had received several holo-communications from the likes of Angel Skywalker and Majel Antilles on all the advice they could conjure up in their years of being mothers themselves. She took the information with an open mind, but she had a feeling she would never truly understand what she was in for. Another message from Yoda Skywalker, which was more memorable than the weekly news-feeds he would send her based on the council meetings in particular stood out to her and even the announcement date of the Old republic Clones hatching, which was strikingly close to her own delivery day. In honor of his devotion to the order and his tragic death, the Jedi High Council had commissioned a bust of the late Pacres Oden to serve as a memorial in the Great hall of the Jedi temple. Dorshe' was touched and she knew somewhere out there her beloved was watching her from the great Force, smiling at her with that smile that she fell in love with so many years ago. A trait she hoped her son would be blessed to carry on.
* * *
Dorshe' watched the bright orveasian sun as it crept above the lush green and blue landscape as the sky flickered with colors of purple and red. It was a sight that she would cherish and miss, but if there was one thing more breathtaking to her than this sight, it was seeing her son, her most treasured gift left to her by her true love, playing with the flowers and small creatures that dwelled in the Oden garden. "Aled Oden." She murmured with love seeping in her tonality. A name she knew would serve him well as it did his father's father. Only five years old and displaying an incredible attunement the Force that did not surprise his mother. She knew long before he was born that her son would make his place in the universe, and it would not be a small niche like so many others. Deep inside her being she knew that her son's destiny was intertwined with that of the old republic clones, for he was born just prior to the same day of their hatching and that in it said that he would be part of something grand. Aled had his mother's eyes and hair, but she always favored his smile that proved beyond a doubt that he was his father's son. Dorshe' had taught him all she could of the force with the limited resources at her disposal and he absorbed it well. While she was his mother and would be no less proud of him no matter how fast he caught on. The Jedi had to admit to herself that she herself had yet to grasp the skills he had until she was twice his age, and that was at the temple. Her dreams did not lie, someday Aled Oden, son of Dorshe' and Pacres would be a great 'Jedi' warrior.
* * *
Aled Oden watched the coruscant landscape from his mother's office in the Jedi temple, with wide silver eyes that seemed to absorb every detail of the glistening endless metropolis as the sun set over the elegant skyscrapers. He almost didn't sense his mother sneak up behind him. "I hope your day was well Master Oden!" the teenager smirked in a tone becoming of a playful nonchalant manner. Dorshe' stood beside her son placing a hand on his tall shoulder, for while he was only the age of twelve he was still somewhat taller than his own mother. "You are not before the council Padawan Oden, Mother will suffice for now." She remarked, not blocking the sensations of joy she emitted towards the news she had for Aled. The young man felt his mother's identifiable pride and turned his gaze over to the woman next to him. "What is it?" he chuckled. "I know there is something you wish to tell me so you might as well just go right ahead and say it." She smiled, not able to hold back her happiness any longer. "You have a Master, Aled you are now an Apprentice to a Jedi Master." Aled's eyes lit up, brighter than the Coruscant night light itself, but still cautious. "Who is my Master?" he inquired, which only made his mother all the more pleased. "A impressive knight by the name of Grem Venad." She stated clearly. "Grem is to be my Master?" he was to shocked to believe what he heard, but he remembered his best friends who as he was last aware were still simple learners like he was a few minutes ago. "What about Obi-wan and Mace?" Dorshe's heart softened by her son's display of selflessness, something that had gotten him far in his Jedi training, as she reached out to tussle his hair into a mess "Always thinking of others my son! They have also been given masters of their own: Mace to Master Chevacca and Obi-wan to Master Skywalker as he had planned so long ago." "What do you mean?" Aled replied with a curious tone and one brow slightly lifted. "Master Skywalker thought it would be an ironic twist of fate if he were to teach the clone of the very man who taught his own ancestors the ways of the Force." She smirked, thinking of Yoda trying to hop in the saddle of being a teacher after so many years of being on the Council. "Well I'm glad to hear that." Aled concluded. Dorshe' then pulled her son's face to cup in her hands as she looked deeply and lovingly into his silver orbs. Tears began to swell in her eyes, tears of pure joy and pride that only a mother could have for a son that did nothing but make her proud to be alive. "You are so much like you father." she murmured having drawn him closer to embrace her son in her arms. ".he would be so proud of you." she finished. Aled simply nodded over her shoulder. "I wish I knew him." "You already do Aled." she chocked back her eye water. ".he has been with you since before you were born." The sun set over the coruscant surface, having ended one day to make way for a new.