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29 BBY Seven years before the start of the Clone Wars
"HIYA!" Reeva screamed as he jumped and kicked his father.
With a chuckle, Drudu grabbed his son's incoming leg and threw him to the side where he landed with a grunt of pain, "When you attack don't scream," Drudu chided as Reeva got back to his feet, "It alerts the enemy of your position, ad'ika."
"Yes, buir," Reeva gasped as clung to his knees.
"Good," Drudu said, spreading his feet apart and putting his hands up, "Again."
Reeva straightened up and charged his father with his hands up. When he reached him Reeva threw a right hook which Drudu easily sidestepped.
"Resol'nare!" Drudu yelled as threw a haymaker, "Education and armor!"
Reeva ducked and threw a punch into his father's gut, "Ba'jur bal beskar'gam!"
Barely phased, Drudu continued on, "Self-defense, our tribe!"
"Ara'nov, aliit," Reeva jumped and doubled kicked his father in the chest which caused him to stumble back. Reeva landed on his hands and pushed off to land on his feet.
"Our language and our leader," Drudu said as he charged the boy.
"Mando'a bal Mand'alor," Reeva said as he spun out of his father's way
"All help us survive," Drudu yelled as he passed Reeva.
"An vencuyan mhi," Reeva said before he was yanked by his father and tossed to the ground.
Off to the side, Kunon watched as the men in her life continued their spar within the tall grass of Lothal. She was able to pick up the pure joy that radiated from Drudu as he sparred with Reeva. He didn't just love the fight, but that his son was taken to his teachings extremely well. A fact that crossed over to the Jedi and Echani training.
A fact that greatly concerned her.
As much as she loved her son, Kunon couldn't help but notice just how quickly Reeva picked up the combat aspect. He learned quickly almost as if he learned it before, but that was a silly idea. Reeva had barely left their homestead except to go on hunting trips with his father or with her into Lothal City.
With a snort, Kunon dismissed the notion. She reasoned with herself that she has been overly paranoid since the invasion of Naboo three years ago, but then again was she? It was around that time she felt a disturbance in the Force. A dark disturbance. It frightened her. There was so much malice and hatred. Uncontrollable anger. It could only mean one thing.
The Sith had returned.
She stopped Reeva's Jedi training for a few days because of it. She didn't want to put her son at risk. She didn't want him to become prey to whatever caused the disturbance. Kunon even considered halting Reeva's training altogether when Drudu talked some sense into her. Stating that if the Sith had returned then that was even more reason to train their son. To prepare him just in case. He also recommended that she meditate to see what the Force would tell.
She did not miss the irony of that.
So that is what she did. For a whole day, she meditated as Drudu took Reeva out on a hunt. Kunon tried to commune with the Force to try and find the source of the disturbance, but whatever it was. It didn't want to be found, but she knew it was the Sith. Qui-Gon knew that they would return one day and the Jedi needed to be ready, but his version of being ready didn't sit well with the Council. Just one of a long list of issues the Council had with the master.
It seems he was right after all.
During her meditation, the Force did give her something through. A burst of dark cackling laughter, deep slow breathing of something mechanical, and a void of suffering. A void in the Force. It was so cold and empty. The light of the galaxy was snuffed out. There was a spark that expelled the darkness for the briefest of moments, but it was quickly swallowed by the darkness and left nothing.
The vision shifted and she saw her son in the center of a billowing storm. A storm that was filled with both light and darkness. Cracks of lightning shattered the world, a scream split the air and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She watched as Reeva was being pulled by both the light and shadow. Kunon watched as he cried out in pain as the darkness pulled at him and a mass began to form. His screams turned into mechanical rasps as metal formed on his head.
With one last scream he threw his hands out and a powerful pulse ripped through and pushed both light and dark away from him. The storm wavered slightly and revealed a long gash hidden within the storm. The scream intensified and Kunon was able to understand that the scream was one of great pain. Reeva, now covered by an aura that looked like an outline of a man much older than he, looked at the gash and with his hands grasped the light and the dark before he slammed them together. A loud boom shook the world around them, the screaming piercing her mind. Unable to do anything, Kunon watched as the storm calmed and moved around Reeva. Then another shadow formed on his side, a man cloaked in darkness, his face covered with a metal helmet that bore no markings. He reached out to Reeva.
Afraid for her son, Kunon cried out to him, to look out, to run, only for silence to come out.
On Reeva's other side a blob of orange and red, like the sunsets of Tatooine began to form.
Kunon watched as the two shapes grasped Reeva and held his hands up towards the gash. Slowly the wound began to close and the scream began to die out. Until there was peace. The storm stilled and transformed into a smooth cloud that swirled around him. The figures disappear into the thickness.
That is when Kunon awoke from her meditation in a cold sweat. She had more questions than answers, but the next day resumed Reeva's training just like her husband had suggested. It wasn't easy as every time she would look at her son she would be reminded of the vision. At every possible moment, she would try to meditate and gleam some kind of understanding from the vision.
All she could piece together was that something dark was coming and her son was in the middle of it. It seems that both the light and dark were pulling at him, but he seemed to be able to control it. Both the light and dark sides, something that should be completely unheard of. Once you let the dark side control you it's over.
At least that is what the code said.
She was once again reminded of her talks with Master Qui-Gon Jinn. He, too, had said something similar before. He said that both the light and dark sides were two sides of the same credit. That one cannot exist without the other, and that the Jedi should try to find the balance between the two. He was convinced that the first Jedi did the same. At the time Kunon dismissed such a notion as an impossibility, but now after all these years she can't help but think otherwise.
She had a strong attachment with Drudu and an even stronger one with her son Reeva, and yet she didn't fall to the dark side. There was no pull or a whisper. There was only peace. If anything her connection to the Force is stronger than ever.
Kunon was brought back to the present by the sounds of her boys coming toward her. She looked up to see that her husband was now supporting a black eye and a bloody nose. Her son fared no better as his left cheek was red and swollen and he was walking with a slight limp. Kunon looked more closely at her son and admired how much he had grown. Gone were the puff baby fat, instead replaced by hardening muscles. His eyes turned lighter into shades of brown that reminded her of freshly tilled dirt. His white hair had grown just above his shoulders.
With a smile of mirth, Kunon said, "You two done being barbaric hooligans?"
Drurdu smiled and turned to Reeva, "Don't mind her," he told him, "she's Echani. They're all about being soft, and delicate."
Kunon jabbed Drudu in the ribs before she crossed her arms. The tall Mandalorian groaned as he leaned forward in pain. With a satisfied smirk, she turned to her son, "Go clean up and do your daily meditation."
Reeva nodded his head and walked past her. Before he disappeared he turned to his mother and asked in a low but steady tone a nice mix of her and Drudu's voice, "Buir, I have a question about the Jetii."
Kunon turned to her son and Drudu stood back up rubbing his sore rib.
"What is it?" Kunon asked her curious son.
"You teach me how to fight like a Jetii, but tell me that they are peacekeepers. How can they be fighters, yet peacekeepers? How are they able to reconcile the two?"
Kunon raised her eyebrow at his wording wondering if his expanding vocabulary had to do with the data pads he reads or something else. Her mind went back to the vision, of her son and the old man. She shook the thought from her mind and answered her son. "It is better to be a warrior in a garden than to be a gardener in a war," she said, "Sometimes you need to fight in order to maintain peace. Whether that is to protect the Republic or someone's right to peace."
Reeva seemed pensive before he nodded his head and went upstairs.
"Ad'ika is something else," Drudu muttered as he entered the house.
Kunon nodded before she closed the door, "You've noticed it too haven't you."
Drudu nodded, "He's learning quickly," he then pinched his nose with a wince, "Not only that but he's adapting everything we're teaching him creating different styles. It's impressive," His lips grew into a face-splitting grin as his chest swelled in pride. "He'll make a fine aliit alor one day."
Kunon, with the Force, brought over bacta paste and bandages. "Are you sure he even wants that?"
Her husband looked at her like she had turned into a Hutt. "Why wouldn't he? He would make a great clan leader. Think of the honor he would bring." Drudu got a wistful look on his face, "He would bring Clan Ordo back to its former glory. I can feel it."
Kunon grabbed the paste and put some on her hand before slowly applying it to her husband's black eye. "I'm not saying that he doesn't but we should allow him to choose his own path."
Drudu let out a grunt as his wife applied the paste, "Is some of that Jetii stuff?" he asked with his arms crossed.
The Echani paused before she continued. "Not...really," she said slowly.
"It's the vision isn't it," he said as she finished with the paste, "I know it's been three years but I can tell it still bothers you." She paused before she screwed the cap back on. With a snort, Kunon looked at her husband, "Are you sure you're not Force-sensitive?"
Drudu looked at his riduur with a smirk. "No," he said as he leaned in, "I just see you."
Red began to color Kunon's cheeks before pushing her husband in the chest. "Watch yourself," she said getting up, "if you keep that up I won't patch up again, no matter if you come crawling to me."
Drudu let out a deep chuckle as he stood up and wrapped his arms around Kunon's waist. "But you have a healer's touch," he said huskily into her ears causing her to shiver. "Your hands are so magical," his hands continued lower.
Knowing where this was going, Kunon slipped out of her husband's grip and waved her finger at him, "None of that now, Reeva is upstairs." With a roll of his eyes, Drudu turned to look at the Ecahini, "We could always send him to Lothal City to pick up a few things," he smirked, "That should buy an hour or so."
Kunon shook her head, "How is his training coming by the way?"
Drudu let out a snort at the dodge, although she didn't say no to the idea.
"He's ready for the Verd'goten," he stated and Kunon froze in her spot at the mention of the right of passage. She turned to her husband, worried about her son clearly on her face.
"So soon?" she said as her heart fluttered and not in a good way.
"Kunon," Drudu sighed, "we've been training him since he was three." He walked up to her and rested his arms on her waist, "Normally we train them when they turn eight and have them go through Verd'goten when they turn thirteen."
Kunon chewed on her lip as the mother in her raged with fear. Seeing this Drudu took a hand and placed it on her chin. He lifted her head so that her blue eyes met his brown ones, "Look we can still wait until then as per our traditions," he placated, "I am just saying that he can, not that he must or should."
Drudu rested his head on her head before breaking away and resting on the wall, "What about you? Is he ready?" he asked, "Would he be considered a Jetii or whatever."
The Echani took a moment to calm herself to step out of the role as the mother and move into the role as the Jedi teacher. "He is progressing well," she stated, "Normally at this stage younglings would be tested to see if they are ready for the Gathering."
"Gathering?" Drudu said his head tilted.
Kunon turned to her husband and smiled, "It's where we go and collect our Kyber crystals and create our lightsabers," she explained as she patted the silver cylinder that was clipped to her waist. Drudu looked at the weapon and noted its smooth shell. A black rubber grip was placed on that end where it was just slightly curved. Simple yet practical.
"How are you going to do that?" he wondered.
"Well," Kunon turned to the side as she too tried to figure that out, "I remember that there were other places where Kyber crystals are formed. I was going to let Reeva meditate on that and let the Force guide him. After that, it's just a matter of getting there."
"Don't worry about that," Drudu said, pointing a finger over his shoulder, "I can get a ship here within an hour if you need to."
Drudu's face lit up as he remembered something, "Oh that reminds me," he said to his wife, "Some of the clan are coming over tonight." Kunon tilted her head to the side as he continued, "I have a couple of scouts coming in to report on a mission that I sent them on."
"What mission?" Kunon asked as she moved to the kitchen to get an early start on a now bigger supper.
"Mandalorian stuff," Drudu said with a shrug, "You wouldn't be interested in."
Kunon turned to look at her husband and felt through the Force that he was hiding something, but decided not to push as it will be revealed sooner or later. She turned back to the cupboard and opened it to find the main ingredient missing.
"Blast it!" she cursed and her husband jumped up ready for action.
"What," he asked by her side in an instant.
Kunon looked over her shoulder and let out a sigh, "We're missing jogans fruits," she said with her hands on her hips. "I could have sworn I bought some from the market just the other day," she said confused as she racked her memory when a wave of guilt came from behind her. Slowly she turned her head and glared at her husband. "You wouldn't have to know what happened to them would you," she said in a sickly sweet tone.
Sweat began to form on Drudu's head, his eyes twitching towards the door, "Uh…"
"I can go to town and get it," Reeva said as he turned the corner
Kunon's head snapped towards her son in surprise.
When did he get there? Was he there the whole time? How come she didn't sense him?
"Great idea," Drudu said quickly walking out towards the door, "We'll take speeders."
With the Force, Kunon grabbed her husband and yanked him back. "Reeva will take the speeder," she said as she reached into the pocket of her pants and fished out a few silver and gold pieces of metal. She then tossed them to Reeva, "Just grab a small basket, I'll get more tomorrow," she said as her son grabbed them with the Force and pocketed them.
"Yes, buir," Reeva said as he moved out the door. "I'll be back soon."
"Be quick, we're going to have guests this evening," Kunon called out, "Be safe! And don't cause any trouble!"
As the door shut Kunon's eyes narrowed, "Where do you think you're going?" she demanded as she slowly turned to her husband. The Mandalorian was tip towing out of the room. Drudu's head looked towards his wife and he smiled. "Why am I going to…"
"You're going to tell me what you did to all of the jogans," Kunon cut him off with her arms crossed.
Drudu just shrugged as a mischievous smile appeared on his lips, "I was hungry," he said.
Kunon's eyes twitched as she glared heavily at her husband, "I told you I had plans for those…"
"And," Drudu said with a shrug, "I was hungry."
Without warning, Kunon launched herself at her husband.
Reeva zipped across the grasslands of Lothal with the sound of the engine of the one man speeder his only companion.
Well, that wasn't quite true, the Force is his constant companion. It let him know when he was far enough away from his homestead. When he was, Reeva closed his eyes and opened himself up to the living Force and strengthened his connection. He then pushed the acceleration of the speeder to the max and the world became a blur.
Exhilarated, the little warrior in training turned left towards the hills in a slight detour. In his mind's eye, he imagined that he was in a starfighter in the heat of battle. He swooped left and right to dodge enemy fighters. His target was the capital ship's bridge. Blasting a fighter in his way, his way was clear. With one last push on the accelerator, he charged the enemy.
He launched a barrage of missiles before he pulled up.
The feeling of weightlessness took over Reeva just as he cleared the hill with the speeder. For a split second, Reeva looked up to see three Edgehawks flying in the distance. Then the pull of gravity brought him back to the present and he angled the speeder back to land somewhat gently on the ground.
As he turned the speeder in the direction of Lothal City, Reeva's mind began to wonder about his future. He had overheard his parents' discussion about his future and now he can't help but think about it. It was such a distraction that he didn't even bother going upstairs to meditate. His heart swelled as his father told his mother that he was ready for Verd'goten. It then beat rapidly when his mother mentioned him creating his lightsaber.
With a deep breath, Reeva slowed down the speeder and his mind. The time will come for that but for now, he needs to be in the here and the now.
Yet...what did he want to be?
His father wants him to take over as clan leader when he is old enough but is that what he wants?
Reeva remembered the stories his mother would tell him about the Jetii and her adventures. How she traveled the galaxy and helped everyone. She would describe the Jetii temple on Coruscant. The beauty of the Room of a Thousand Fountains, the vast knowledge tucked away in the Archives, and the serenity of the gardens. She talked about the wisdom of the masters and the courage of the people she met.
To say he was awestruck would be an understatement. He yearns to be Jetii like his mother, but it would not be. Reeva's mother explained to him that it wouldn't be possible for him to be a Jetii like her. She explained that she had broken the Jedi Code when she married his father. Apparently, Jedi were not allowed to form attachments as it would lead to the dark side. Reeva couldn't understand that logic at all. His mother hadn't fallen to the dark side. Well, at least he didn't think she did. No, that bit about the code didn't make sense. Then again a lot of the Jetii Code didn't make sense.
Perhaps it was best that he wasn't a Jetii. He probably would have made a terrible Jetii. At least he could be a good Mando'ad. Maybe he could work with his father and reunite the clans and reclaim their home system along with their honor. Yes, that seemed like a worthy goal to work towards.
As the young boy drove towards the spires and domes of Capital City the words of his mother's first teachings of the Force came to his mind.
"Always trust the Force, even in your darkest hour. For it is always within you."
"Da noa-a donocha phabeka," the light green Rodian behind the fruit stand told Reeva.
Reeva nodded his head and reached into his pocket and pulled out the credits. "Sonpa dan bengaha," he thanked the Rodian as he handed the credits to the fruit seller.
The Rodian dropped the credits in a small tin bowl and handed Reeva a basket of jogans. "Your Huttess is getting better," he said in galactic basic, his voice slightly vibrating, common for his kind.
Reeva slightly bowed his head as he adjusted the basket under his arm, "Thank you Gwix," he said.
Gwix's dark blue eyes glanced at the basket, "I thought your mother had already bought some?" he asked, eyeing the boy suspiciously but there was a twinkle of mirth, "snuck in a few extra snacks did we?"
Reeva nodded, "Buir, uh Dad helped himself," he explained, "Mom found out today that Dad is having some of the clan come by, and well…"
One of Gwix's saucer-shaped antennae twitched, "Should I let Joba know to hide the good liquor?" he asked.
"No, I don't think he needs to worry," Reeva reassured, "I think they're only here to report to dad, eat dinner, and head back out." He then smiled, "Not enough time to go to the pub."
"I think I'll warn him all the same," Gwix chuckled in good faith.
Reeva chuckled along with him. "Well I have to get going," he said, turning away, "Mom is expecting these." The boy waved one last time and said, "Dan tapka!"
Gwix smiled, "And good night to you too Reeva."
As Reeva walked down the road and disappeared within the crowd a new person came up to Gwix's stall. The Rodian turned to his newest customer. "Greetings traveler," he said, turning on that salesman charm, "Can I interest you in some of my finest wares?" He waved to the numerous fruits at his stall. "Only the best for you."
The person turned away from watching the road and turned to the Rodian. Gwix looked at the person in front of him, and his eyes widened. In front of him was a female Togruta with dark grey/blue eyes and red skin. Around her eyes were large white markings. She had a jeweled headdress adorning her face that lay along the border between her face and her montrals, which along with her lekku were marked by gray stripes. She was wearing a long brown cloak and under it was a long red dress with a matching top with a long rectangular leather piece covering her front. What concerned Gwix though wasn't what she was wearing or the fact that there was a Togruta in front of him. No, what had him concerned was what was at her waist, a silver cylinder.
A lightsaber.
Most knew that the Ordo's that lived in the hills to the north were an odd couple. One being a Mandalorian and the other an ex-Jedi. Their strangeness of the pair didn't bother them so much and many welcomed the pair. More so when their son was born. Many heard of the wisdom of the Jedi and went to Kunon for advice. Even Drudu offered his hands to anyone who needed it, he even kept the peace if any offworlder was acting out.
As far as any local was concerned they were one of them.
Gwix was well aware of what the Jedi was going to ask even before she asked but remained silent all the same.
With nervous eyes, he watched as the Jedi looked at his wares and picked a single meiloorun. The Togruta brought the fruit to her nose and took a whiff. A small smile graced her lips as she reached into her pockets for the appropriate credits.
Gwix sighed in relief as the Jedi didn't notice young Reeva and waited for the Jedi to pull out fifty credits. Blinking, Gwix looked at the Jedi as she held out her hand full of credits. "I'm sorry Master Jedi but this is too much. Meiloorun is only twenty."
The Jedi smiled, "I know, the rest is for information," she said in a calm tone. Even with the calm tone, Gwix's body sagged. She wanted to know about Reeva.
"I'm sorry Master Jedi," Gwix said, closing the Jedi's hand and pushing it away from him. "I don't want any trouble, they are good people."
"I know," the Jedi said, pulling her hand back and reaching over to place the credits onto the stall. "I knew his mother, long ago."
Reeva weaved in and out through the busy crowd as he held tight the basket under his arms. Once he left the bustling area of the market he took a deep breath and calmed his mind. Having all those emotions bombarding him through the Force took a toll on his mentality. When his mind was his again he moved down the dirt street towards where he parked his speeder bike.
The back of his mind prickled and he froze.
Reeva turned his head around to look behind him and found no one out of place, but the feeling persisted.
Someone was watching him.
Stretching out with the Force the young boy tried to find who was watching him, and try to understand their intention. He pulled back the world, dissolved the buildings, removed the loth-cats, and just concentrated on the humanoids. He tried to swim through emotions to find something out of place.
There, he felt it. A presence, a strong presence.
A presence that pushed back.
His eyes snapped open and he let out a gasp of air. Reeva looked around but still couldn't find the source of the presence. He then remembered his mother telling him that there were people out there that would want him for his power, or kill him for having it.
As inconspicuous as he could Reeva made his way back to the speeder as light on his feet as we could. The tingle in the back of his head warned him that he was being followed. Hoping to lose his stalker Reeva took many turns and traveled down alleyways and around buildings. His detour was so long that the sun had started to set when he arrived back at the speeder. The skies turned to a shade of reddish-purple.
With a huff, Reeva placed the basket onto the speeder and latched it in place as quickly as he could.
"There is no need to worry youngling," a calm soothing voice said from behind him. Reeva froze just as he was about to jump onto his speeder. Ever so slightly he glanced over his shoulder and saw that the way was blocked by a Togruta.
As soon as he saw her Reeva's mind went over everything he knew about Torgutas in a systematic way.
Togruta: a carnivorous humanoid species from the planet Shili, mammals. The montrals give them a form of passive echolocation. Normally hunt in packs. Sharp teeth, not poisonous, misconception used to intimidate. This one has a presence in the Force. Jetii, or... a Dar'jetii.
Reeva looked over and saw three grey trash bins had been set out positioning his body slightly to hide his rising hand. Reeva tapped into the Force and used it to grab the bins. He only met resistance. Surprised, he let go and turned to Togruta.
"As I was saying," she said, still in her calm voice. Her hand was also outstretched. "I'm not here to hurt you." She lowered her hand and placed it on her chest. "My name is Shaak Ti, I am a…"
"Jetii," Reeva interrupted her, his eyes widened a bit, "I know. My buir would talk about you," he explained. "She would tell me stories about her time at the Temple." The boy smacked himself in the head for not recognizing the Togruta.
Shaak Ti smiled as she lowered her hands and reached into her cloak. "I'm glad to hear that she is doing well," she said, "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind escorting me to your home." The Jedi pulled out a large meiloorun. "I heard that your mom is cooking for guests," she said, holding the fruit up. "I hope this gift will suffice."
Reeva's mouth began to water at the sight of the fruit. He loved meilooruns but since they had to be imported they were extremely expensive so they were only a once-in-a-while treat. He looked at the fruit and back at the Jedi before he sighed, "Fine, but just to let you know, my...father is home and some of the clan will be by as well."
Shaak put the fruit back into her cloak, "I understand," she said with a smile, "I'll be on my best behavior."
Reeva shook his head, "I don't think you do," he said as he got on the speeder, "He's a Mando'ad, and he won't like it that you're going to take me away." The Togruta eyebrow raised slightly, "That's why you're here right?" he asked with a slight quiver tone, "you're here to take me away."
Shaak Ti only sighed, "That will have to be discussed with your mother," she said as she walked over to him. Her robes covered her feet so it looked like she was gliding across the ground.
"But is it possible for me to be a Jeti-Jedi?" Reeva asked, correcting himself.
"Is that what you want?" Shaak Ti asked, pausing in her stride.
Reeva didn't say anything at first just looking at the consol of the speeder. "I did, but I," he cut himself off, "I just didn't think that path was opened to me." He snapped his head to the Jedi and said quickly, "She's been training me since I was three just like Jetii do, so I don't have to start from the beginning." A smile began to form on his face, "So my age shouldn't be that big of a deal right?"
Shaak Ti let out a breath of air and made her way to the boy. "It's a bit more complicated than that," she said, "but," she cut in seeing the smile fade from Reeva's face, "it was the will of the Force that brought me here to meet you. So perhaps the path of the Jedi is meant for you, but first, let's go talk with your mother."
The journey back to the homestead was a quiet one as neither Reeva nor Shaak spoke. Reeva because his mind was wondering about what it would be like to be a Jetii. Shaak Ti was concentrating on the boy, or rather his connection to the Force. She could feel it. The Force was strong with him but it was behaving oddly. She couldn't quite place it. Those strong in the Force tend to have the Force flowing through them, but not Reeva. The Force was like a maelstrom around him and it made him difficult to read.
Shaak Ti smiled. Well mostly, even she could feel the joy spilling off of him. She hoped that he could come to the Jedi Temple. At the very least she needed to let the council know about the whereabouts of Kunon and the fact that she has a child. The Jedi's smile wavered. Shaak Ti was worried about how the Council would react to this news. The fact that she left the order was one thing but to have a child, one that was clearly strong in the Force, and to teach him the ways of the Jedi.
'Oh Kunon,' Shaak Ti thought to herself, 'What have you gotten yourself into.'
"Is everything alright," Reeva asked, his voice slightly loud to overcome the sound of the speeder's engine.
'Yes very strong and well trained in the Force,' she thought before she answered. "Yes youngling, how much farther?"
"We're coming up on it now," he said as a domed house made out of tan concrete came into view.
The speeder shuddered a bit just as it slowed down and came to a stop in front of the house. "I need to remind buir that the speeder needs to be looked at," Reeva said as he slid off. Shaak Ti followed and walked behind the boy as he released the basket of jogans. Using the Force Reeva opened the door and walked inside. "I'M BACK!" he yelled through the house, "AND I HAVE COMPANY!"
Shaak Ti entered the building making note of the simplistic layout of the home. She saw some Echani touches and some she did not recognize. She looked around the room that she was in and saw that it was a welcoming area as there were wicker chairs everywhere and a small table in the center. She watched as Reeva disappeared in an arc way that led into a dining space of some kind. On the left was a hallway that led upstairs most likely to the living quarters.
Quick thumping came from upstairs and was followed by a fast pattering of feet. The noise drew the Togruta's attention she felt through the Force and her montrals turned a slightly darker shade. It seems as though they had come during an uh...intimate moment.
"It seems as though we interrupted their bonk time," Reeva said as he came back into the main room drying his hands with a small rag.
Shaak Ti covered her lips to cover the snort. It would seem that he was very aware of what they had just walked into.
"REEVA MULEORA ORDO!" a miffed yell came as a woman with white hair came marching down the stairs. Shaak Ti took note of the ex-Jedi and saw the changes she had undergone during her time away from the order. Instead of the white and grey clothing that she favored Kunon seemed to favor browns and other earthy colors. She traded her robes for pants and shirts that most farmers wear. Her hair, which she tended to keep short except for a few braids, was now longer and done up in a bun with her braids coming out of it.
The Jedi watched as Reeva just cocked his head innocently and his mother went up to him and glared at him. "Yes, buir," he said in a tone that could easily have been taken as innocent, but there was an underline hidden in there that said he knew what he was doing.
"Don't you 'yes, buir' me young man," Kunon chided, "you know full well not to talk like that especially...in...front...of." she trailed off as she turned to look at her 'guest'.
Shaak Ti bowed to Kunon, "It's been a long time Kunon."
"So who is it," Drudu said as he came down, readjusting his clothes, "Is it Krig? That or'dinii always had terrible...timing," he trailed off as he saw that their guest wasn't Krig. He looked at the Togruta in their home, to the look of shock on Kunon, to his son's amused yet worried look, and back to the Shaak Ti. His eyes then landed on the waist of the Togruta and saw the familiar cylinder.
"Kriff, me."
