Chapter 6
The Meeting
Force, it has been a long month for 29-year-old Senior Padawan Typhoon Tickle and Master Mace Windu. They stepped off the transport and Typhoon sighed in relief. He followed his master inside the Jedi Temple and they went straight to the council room to give their report.
"Come, Padawan," Mace said as they exited the council room. He led his apprentice down to the intates' dorms.
"What are we doing down here, Master?" Typhoon asked in wonderment.
"I want to see the new recruits," Mace smiled.
They walked into one of the dorms and went up to Master Bjorn.
"Master Bjorn," Mace bowed, "do we have any new additions yet?"
"Ah, Master Windu," Master Bjorn returned the bow to the other master, "and yes, we have one new addition. She arrived just last month."
"Master Bjorn," called a small pixie-like girl with long blond hair, blue eyes, and wings.
"Yes, Trixie?" Master Bjorn asked the young intate.
"Padawan Guy told me to tell you that Ocean ran off again," Trixie explained.
"Thank you, Trixie," Master Bjorn said and he turned back to Mace and Typhoon to explain, "Ocean is the name of our new additions, and she tends to run off."
"We'll help you find her," Mace smiled.
"Thank you," Master Bjorn said, "she's three years old with light blue skin, long dark blue hair, purple eyes, and gills under her ears."
Hmmm...sounds like the people from my planet, Typhoon thought; if I was three-years-old where would I go? He walked out of the crèche and wandered down the hall toward one of the many gardens. He opened the door and entered the comfort of one of his favorite gardens. He breathed in deeply almost forgetting about the girl. He went over to the small lake and looked down into the fresh water. He took off his tunic and dived in. Swimming to the bottom he looked around. He was about to give up his search when he spotted a small form curled up by a rock. Curious he moved closer to the form.
There she was, the missing intate. Typhoon picked up the small girl, careful not to wake her. He swam to the surface with her in his arms.
~Master, I found her~ Typhoon sent along the training bond that he shared with Master Windu, ~I'm on my way back to the creche.~
~Very good, Padawan, but you do know we have to talk about why you ran off without telling me~ Mace sent back.
~Yes, master~ Typhoon sighed.
He carried Ocean back to the creche.
She felt warm and safe. Ocean opened her eyes and looked up into big silver eyes.
"Are you Typhoon?" Ocean asked in a whisper.
Typhoon looked down and found Ocean awake, "Yes, and you must be Ocean."
"Yes," Ocean smiled, "You're my brover."
"What?"
"You're my brover."
They reached the creche and Typhoon placed Ocean on her feet. Mace walked over to the two and knelt down in front of Ocean.
"Hello, Ocean, I'm Master..." Mace started.
"Master Mace Windu," Ocean interrupted, "and this is my brover."
Mace looked up at his padawan in shock. By listening to the all mighty Force he knew it was true, "Well, I'm very glad to meet you."
"I'm very glad to meet you too."
Ocean grabbed her brother's and Mace's hand and dragged them over to an older little boy. The boy was around six-years-old, "This is my bestest friend Obi-wan Kenobi."