"What was that all about?" Degu asked.
"Nothing that has any influence on your lives," Tureq answered and avoided looking at Arya. Instead of that, he looked at Master Iami, curious about the Twi'lek's judgment. He did not need to speak out his question.
"Arya clearly has a strong connection to the Force. It is good to ascertain her midi-chlorian count with a blood test, though," the Jedi recruiter told.
Tureq nodded. He did not have even the slightest of idea about what midi-chlorians were just like she had no idea what species this woman represented, but he knew for sure that Arya did not get startled by the idea of a blood test. The girl got get scratches and small wounds on a daily basis as she wrestled with the boys, so naturally she had gotten used to such things. Arak stayed in the sideline and listened to the conversation carefully.
"Hey! Tureq, take care of Ply and Chacha, and I'll take Token for a small riding trip to calm it down!" he shouted.
"The best idea of yours I've heard of for a while!" Tureq answered and went closer to the Brekos in order to keep them still. He also knew that it started to be the time to let Arya act without the big brothers taking care of her.
Master Iami looked at Arya who looked back at her, trying to stay calm. The distractions understood to leave and take the rest of the disturbances with themselves.
"This will take just a moment. It won't hurt much at all," she said to Arya, her voice soothing, while taking the blood test device, which she had used ever since becoming a Jedi recruiter, from her utility pouch.
"Believe it or not, but if you knew how many wounds Arya has gotten to herself ever since she learned to walk, you wouldn't feel the need to say that," Tureq called out. Arya smirked while surprise flashed on the Twi'lek's face before she concentrated on her device.
Arya winced as she felt the sting but did not make a sound. Pain was no stranger to her, and thus she had learned not to fear it. Master Iami looked at the count on the device and frowned. She had never seen a count so high during her career.
"What is it?" Jedova asked and came closer to see the count. He was amazed by what he saw. "I do recall hearing some rumors about Master Yoda's midi-chlorian count but when I see something like that as something concrete-"
"TOKEEEEEEENNN!" Arak's cry interrupted the Jedi Master. "LOOK OUT, IT GOT COMPLETELY MAAAAAD!"
"Plukeion Liarn!" Wall of Water! Tureq summoned his half-practiced skills with the help of words of Water and created a wall of water to stop the crazed Breko.
However, Tureq was young and inexperienced, and there was not much water to be used for the wall. Token penetrated it with ease and charged at Jedi. Degu pulled Arya aside and Token turned its sight to him.
"Stay away from Arya so that it won't hurt you!" Tureq shouted, powerless as Token ran past him, Ply and Chacha, with Arak trying to stay on the crazed Breko's back. The eldest Lianorosian howled words unknown to them, but they still felt and heard his panic in his voice.
Jedova reached out to the Force around him and together with Master Iami he lifted the Breko up in the air with it. Arak flew off his ride due to the sudden stop and aimed to land on his feet. The massive momentum, nevertheless, made him lose his balance right after he had landed on the ground. He fell flat right to Jedova's feet. Token screamed, enraged.
"Big brother! Are you ok?" Arya shouted.
"No broken bones!" Arak cried out. "I hope at least."
"Well then, the next time we have to do something like this, Token is not taken with us," Tureq sighed. "We need to tell Purono that immediately when we return to the village."
Token calmed down eventually and soon after that Jedova and Master Iami put it down. Arak was ready to take the ride further away from the group, cursing under his breath so that no one could make out his words.
"So? Will Arya get to leave with you?" he asked when Token was far enough from the Jedi. Now a part of him was asking please.
"Yes. Arya has such a high midi-chlorian count that it would be a waste to not train her to use the Force," Master Iami told.
"Veledosian have been... well, as long as our history is willing to tell us, strong in the Force. But it is a simple fact that our Seer cannot teach her anywhere as much and as well as you Jedi can," Tureq said with a frog in his throat. These would be part of the last words he would say when his little sister was present.
"I understand," Master Iami noted neutrally. The young man's words were not completely clear to her, but she understood enough. Arak jogged back to them, having found a place to leave the Brekos to. When he reached them, he already knew what was going to happen.
Jedova looked at Arya. There was something that looked much like tears shining in the girl's eyes. It was just logical to think that she had the closest bond with her elder brothers who had taken care of her when their parents had not been able to. During these last three days, he had seen how strong the bond between those three was. It was tragedy to shatter such a bond, but it was necessary. It had to be done.
"So, it's time for goodbyes, little sister," Tureq lamented. This had been prolonged enough already.
"You will hear about me!" Arya said bravely as she fought the tears which strived to get out of her eyes. "But then I'll be a Jedi Knight!"
Arak, despite of his best efforts, burst into tears and turned his back to others.
"I can't take this!" he shouted.
"Arak, pull yourself together," Tureq said, his voice colder than he had meant. He tried to deny from himself that his chin was waggling but he knew for real how close to crying he was. Arak kept on crying.
"Ahchikca takuron plee liarn, Arak!" Stop acting as a damn waterfall now, Arak! Arya roared. Tureq was startled by Arya's coarse language, while Arak fell quiet and turned to look at his little sister.
"Aichimiko plakein nar toucaree sair takikon! Chei lira ortamiiro nar imichi! Meer naik saton?!" We will hear about each other yet! This is not forever! Did you hear me?! Arya ranted as the tears tried to come out in the middle of the sentence, but she forced them to stay in the background.
"Chichi-plikon..." Little sister... Arak whispered.
"Pirou naater tukeron." We will see again, Tureq said, not believing his words. Arya would leave far away now. How could they possibly see each other ever again?
Arak kneeled in front of Arya and ruffled his little sister's hair, a bittersweet smile on his face.
"Pirou cheer ikima tikan imi pyron aken toisno." We will see again when you are big and strong, he confirmed even though he did not believe his words any more than his little brother did. Neither of them could see any hope of ever meeting their sister again.
"Teer naichi imar li Gamu ikia oolrei chion." Please tell my best regards to Gamu after he has recovered, Arya asked.
"Farchen, chichia." Of course, little one, Tureq said.
"Imikia lira chichia." I'm not a little one, Arya told. Her brothers smiled briefly for this remark.
"Pyroon tokensen." We do know that, Tureq noted, smiling. Arak's tears had already been partly shed but now his own tears were starting to flood over. He did not want his little sister to see him crying. This had to be ended quickly.
The siblings shared a small group hug.
"Chaarei heiero, pleterea." May the Ancients guard you, little sister, Tureq and Arak wished.
"Chaarei heiero, petair. Taarichama Gamu aken paaren." May the Ancients guard you, brothers. Take care of Gamu and Dad, Arya wished.
"Michi taachu seer." You can count on that, Arak assured.
"You know, I'd like to know what they are saying," Jedova noted to Degu.
"You know, sometimes excess curiosity may be fatal," Degu countered. "Wait, where have I heard that before? Oh yeah, right, that was one of the first things you thought to have sunken into my head!"
If eyes could have bitten, Jedova's glance would have let bite marks on his Padawan. He did understand that the Padawan only tried to relieve his great zest for finding his Master, but this was not an appropriate moment for their mutual teasing.
The brothers stood up and took a few steps backwards. For the last time they looked at their beloved little sister. Everyone tried to hold back their tears. Tureq and Arak looked at the Jedi.
"From this moment on our little sister in in the hands of your Order," Tureq announced. "We have protected her as long as we have been able to. Now... it is time to go on different paths. Paths that have been meant for us. May the Ancients guard you all, wherever you go."
Jedova nodded. "May the Force be with you and your tribe always."
The brothers looked at the Jedi and their little sister for once more and left where Arak had left the Brokes.
"Chaarei heiero, Jedi!" May the Ancients guard you, Jedi! the Deinden brothers shouted and then they were out of the earshot. The Jedi waited to make sure that they got to leave in peace. In the horizon, they saw them mount two Brekos. One of them protested against leaving, but the other two dragged it with them. Then the two brothers sped away to the darkening valley, away from their line of sight.
"Let's go too," Master Iami said and turned her back on the valley. Arya and Degu both walked near Jedova. Arya did not know either Degu or Master Iami virtually at all, so she was shy of them, while Degu on the other hand wanted to make sure that this time his Master would return to Coruscant with him.
That night, nightly hunters of the artisan colony heard the cries of a Breko for the first time.
/Author's note: Star Wars (c) Lucasfilm, any characters you cannot find on Wookieepedia, Veledos, Veledosians and their language (c) Me/
