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The Jedi returned when I was practically asleep. I wouldn't say he was gone for long, but the sleepless night was still a noticeable ordeal for my young body. His Padawan came into the wardroom with him, and no one else, in my opinion, a boy of about fifteen or sixteen, could have been.
- Well, let's get acquainted. And then I'll show you where you'll be staying for the next few days. So," he rubbed his palms together. - My name is Cor Chuu-tal. I'm a thirty-year-old Jedi Knight, and unfortunately, I'm the one who took you away from your parents. I'm sorry, kid, but neither I nor your father could have done otherwise. You'll understand when you're older. And this young man is my Padawan. An apprentice, to put it simply. His name is Danil Sak, and despite his sullen appearance, he's a kind guy. Now let's go and show you your quarters, and then Danil will take some tests from you. But don't be afraid," he smiled, "it doesn't hurt at all. And, if you want, he'll give you a tour of the ship later. - After these words the boy sighed. But he said nothing. - He'll show you where everything is. Shall we go now?
The cabin was small. Three by three meters, to be exact. I'm fine with my baby body, but I have no idea how adults live here for weeks. When Danil took my blood with a gun-like device, I asked the question "why", and got the same simple answer: "to measure the level of midichlorians in the blood. And then I asked a slightly more tricky question: "why"? To which the guy hesitated and said: "that's the way it's supposed to be." Preliminary tests before a full examination at the Academy. I wanted to ask my question again, but I felt sorry for the guy - how could he know why he had to do the same job twice. But it was clear that it wasn't the curiosity of a single Jedi.
- Would you tell me... well... this...? - I asked another question, and I hesitated.
- The results of the tests? - he clarified. And after my nod he shrugged: - If you want. It's no secret.
Great. I was afraid I was going to have to suffer from curiosity. I was afraid that I would have to be curious. Although, remembering the canon, when they measured Skywalker Sr.'s midi-chlorians, Obi-Wan, being only a Padawan at the time, quite clearly stated that they were higher than Yoda's. So he had some knowledge of the matter. That is to say, he had some knowledge on the subject. However, there are a lot of nuances here. For example, I don't know what era it is now. Maybe a hundred or two hundred years before the incident, the Jedi kept that information secret. Eh, I wish I knew what time I was in. I know it's 969 ADP, the year after the Ruusan Reform, but it doesn't tell me anything at all. No, it doesn't. The year in question means that I got in before the Rebellion and the New Republic. Which also means before the Yuuzhan-wongs, who slaughtered a third of the galaxy. Or was it a quarter? All in all, a shitload. And the crappy thing is, I don't know anything about that war. Almost. If the canon I've seen the movies, the animated series... a couple of seasons... ...scrolled through... read a few books, then about that period... Come to think of it, a lot of stuff too, but it was links on the internet, information not backed up visually. To me it's like a statistic - read it, forget it. If the Force allows me to stimulate my memory, I'm fine, if not, I just hope I'm far enough away in time from those events.
What else is there to say about the flight? The tour of the ship was boring. At least they didn't show me anything interesting. Except for the bridge. Or what do they call it? The cockpit? Oh yes, they also told me how many midichlorians I had in my blood, or rather in each cell. Drum roll... 19361. When I was asked if that was a lot, I was told that it was "above standard". So you can take it any way you want. Well, at least it's higher. I wouldn't be disappointed with "below" either, because it's easier to leave the Order.
I was glad we'd finally reached our destination. More than three weeks of doing nothing could piss off an adult, and I, despite my consciousness, am physically a child, and my biochemistry demands action. When I asked to be taught anything at all, they sat me down in my quarters and lectured me on meditation. I was afraid to ask to be taught anything else. Though, what could be scarier than meditation? Anyway, I was glad to be on Coruscant. Sooner we begin, sooner we finish. The sooner I get through training, the sooner I can go home. The main thing was not to stand out, and to get away from the teacher. At the Academy, if my memory serves me correctly, a youngling goes without a teacher... I don't remember what it's called, but in short, he becomes a farmer. Or something like that. There's, like, several departments. But how one becomes a Padawan, I don't know. Either the Council selects them, or the knights choose them themselves... Nonsense, I have more than one year of study ahead of me, that's something I'll know for sure. You could ask Danil, but I don't know anything about anything, and there are such questions. Yeah... I guess being four years old has more downsides than upsides.
The Jedi temple was impressive, especially from the glider above. Not as much as the city as a whole, but yes, there was something about it. When I saw it, I thought the Jedi were just being greedy. I guess when they were allocated space in the capital they didn't have enough room for anything serious, but they didn't want to give the extra square footage back either. So they built... a house. One, but a huge one. And they called it a temple. A temple to what, I just can't figure out.
Also, as we approached the building, I thought about the dozens... Hundreds of spinoffs I'd have to live with for the next ten years. Lord, save and preserve!

- We're not poor as it is," my father said.

- That's right," my uncle nodded. "And if you had gone into economics and left the ironwork to me. ...

- Oh, don't start.

- The Dacari clan could be the richest on the planet," Ram finished. They don't take me for a full man, as usual. I'm not offended. It's only four years old. Soon will be.

- Am I all right? I'm doing fine. Are our families thriving? Thriving. So let's not talk about it.

- You know, I, unlike you, am ONLY a technician," Uncle began to speak in such a tone, as if he had already made this speech a hundred times, "and our youngest only thinks about his animals. But if...

- You'll get something in your eye," said my father, smiling. Holding me in his arms.

- A... - my uncle interrupted. - Your wife will kill you. Mind that.

- What?" my dad was surprised, and then he looked at me. - Ah-ah-ah. Nah, you don't have to worry. I got a tough son. You, Rayne, make sure you get your head in that man's eye. Okay?

What was I supposed to say to that?

- Yeah!

The Dacari brothers are very friendly after all. And that's without any irony.

About an hour later, after saying goodbye to Ram and his family, my father and I went home. All the way home I wondered how to approach my father with my questions, for my curiosity was at its limit. I wasn't going to ask him anything on the way, in case he was distracted from the road, and good riddance to him, but no one was keeping me from figuring out how I was going to start a conversation. If my body were older, I would have asked, but I'm only four, almost... so I decided to play it safe. Even though I knew it was bullshit. Don't think I'm paranoid. I just got here with my adult mind, and I just couldn't take anything for granted. And that's why I was afraid of saying the wrong thing... Eh, it's hard to explain. Never mind.

When my father arrived home, he put the speederbike in the garage, picked me up, and was about to go into the house, but halfway there froze for a few seconds. He looked back at the speederbike, at the door to the house, and shook his head and said:

- "I don't see why not. I'll have to show it to you sometime. Come on, kid, let's go tell Mama we're all right, and I'll show you something interesting.

We found Sana Dakari, my mother, in the kitchen, where she was pouring juice into glasses.

- Hello, darling," my father kissed her ear. - Look, baby, what a wonderful mother we have. The men had just gotten home, and there was this wonderful drink waiting for them.

Then he sat me down in a chair and pulled one of the glasses over to me.

- So tell me, man, how was your meeting? - said the woman with a smile.

- Wonderful! New consumables for the droids, new seeds, and even a bag of Jedi wheat.

- Wow. You did it, didn't you? I didn't believe it.

- Not at all," he said conspiratorially. - After all these years, I am now the owner of a krait pearl. - he exclaimed at the end.

And his mother smiled. Sincerely. I felt her joy and just a little bit of pride. But not the joy you feel when you get something long desired, like my father's now, but the joy you feel for the person you love, rejoicing with him. Experiencing the pleasure that HE is rejoicing. How lucky they are to have met each other after all.

- You got her," she said, smiling. - What color is it?

- Green. Let me show you.

- Finish your juice first, you hurry.

- I have.

After these words my father drank the contents of the glass in one fell swoop, and my mother, shaking her head, nodded at me. I at this point, knowing my father, and fearing that I would be left here, tried to finish my portion. But because of my age, it was physically impossible for me to drink it all in one gulp, like my father. Besides, my glass was twice as big as my father's and mother's.

- Don't rush, honey, we're not going anywhere without you," the woman said, smiling.

My father took the bag out of the trunk of the speederbike, like some treasure. And in the same way, but from the bag, he took out a small metal container. And with what face he was opening this container...