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Tale 2; Teaching and Secrets

"Master, I need to speak with you," One Akri Sordano requested, nervously smoothing his tan robes. Even the younglings had picked up on his antsy posture as he spoke to his master, one of the Jedi who had been observing the younglings train. It was one of the times that all the younglings were in the same place at once.

And His master was the one who had to oversee this particularly chaotic session.

Kinn Amos stroked his beard as he watched, no thinking anything of his padawan's request. He motioned with his hand. "Out with it then."

"It's a rather sensitive matter. I suggest that we do it outside of probing ears." The young blonde Jedi suggested, calming his nerves by tapping the cool steel of his lightsaber. "It's a. . . personal matter. . ."

"Very well. Meet me in the third training room after this class. I still must fulfill my duties here," Amos nodded, giving his padawan a smile before snapping back his eyes to the younglings. One of the girls was teasing a young Korun. "Leenah! Please leave young Ji-hui alone. You are supposed to sparring, not seeing how patient your peers truly are."

His tone was kind by firm as he delivered his admonishment and the girl nodded, locks of hair bouncing. She looked down at the floor as her squeaky voice carried to the master. "I'm sorry, Master."

"I do not require an apology, young one." Amos pointed out, nodding to her sparring partner.

Lee paused and looked between the two for a second. Then she tapped the Korun on the shoulder. "Sorry, Ji-Ji. I didn't mean ta be mean."

Amos chuckled as the two friends made up and resumed sparring. His eyes resumed their watchful gaze, flicking around the room. One, Emma, was scolding her partner. Amos sighed. She was a handful. The girl was well meaning enough but she seemed to come off as a bit. . . forceful to the other students. Perhaps he'd have a talk with her later.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a scene that made him snort. His former Padawan had been cornered by two of the other younglings. Nikos and and a young Echani. . . Talnik? No, Talris. That was it. Akri seemed extremely uncomfy with the situation.

"Sworduno, look at my crystal! Isn't it pretty?" Talris' eyes glowed as she cupped the small crystal. Her eyes managed to stay fixated on it as she seemed to bounce up and down on her toes.

"Uh, it's actually Sordano." The knight responded awkwardly. "But it is very beautiful. Have you focused it?"

"Focused it. . . ?" The two younglings looked rather confused as they peered up at him.

Akri shot Amos a desperate look but got only a smile in response. The Knight needed to learn to teach sooner or later and Amos was already milling about, correcting the younglings form. He knelt down, shifting the saber of a young blue skinned Vlahuir. "Thana, keep your guard up. I know you like the more passive parts of being a Jedi but you still must be able to defend yourself."

"Y-yes, Master Kinn," She replied meekly, oddly using his first name instead of last to address him. The adjusted her glasses before grasping her blade again.

"And Fievella, the same goes for you," The master stated, addressing the other younglings. The young brunette nodded but didn't immediately change anything. Amos pokes her with his staff, jolting her her to fix her posture. "You're a Jedi, Kent! Keep your chin up, shoulders straight. Remember that and let the Force guide your strokes."

He patted them on the head before continuing, milling about at random and assisting the youngsters. The Jedi in training all showed promise. Wonderfully so. Finally, the next person came to relieve him and finish the younglings training for the day.

His fellow master Penn Reltu happened to be that. They exchanged a few words before he entrusted them into her loving care. He absently wondered if she was going to take a padawan soon. She had brought it up once or twice before. . .

Mulling over his thoughts, Amos made his way to the meeting place. His former padawan had seemed rather nervous. Which, given Akri's usual jovial and cocky nature, was unnerving. It was likely an important matter he wished to discuss.

Akri was already there when Amos arrived. The knight sat, looking at a piece of artwork on the wall. A depiction of a female Jedi standing against a tide of darkness, light pouring from her lightsaber.

"Akri, you wished to speak with me?" Amos said, clapping him on the back. It was unlike his old padawan to be so quiet. Something was certainly up.

"Ah, yes. Yes, I did." Akri was jumpy, contemplating how to tell his news. Finally, he just spat it out. "Amos. I got married."

The master's eyes went wide and he was silent in shock. He must've heard wrong. "When. . . did this occur?"

"Siona Chan, a Republic combat medic, and I worked together. We became smitten with one another. And well, we got married." Akri said, smiling at the memory. Her family had been there. He'd wanted to invite Amos but. . . "That was over two years ago."

Amos looked shell shocked. He'd known the two were close but not married. Force. "Why tell me now?"

"I wanted to earlier but I wished to remain a Jedi. I feared you would have me banished. I never wanted to keep this from you, Master," He took a breath of shame. "I. . . but then we had a son. Siona?"

A brunette woman entered the room, leading a young boy with white blonde hair and icy blue eyes. He looked intrigued by everything. Amis noted that he seemed to be the same age as the younglings.

"This is Baylar," Akri introduced, the young boy looking at Amos. "You're his Godfather."

"This is Amos?" The young boy squeaked. "He's got a beard."

"Master Amos, Honey." Simons smiled, ruffling his hair. "He's a Jedi like your daddy. He actually trained him."

"Oooooooooooooh." Bay's eyes stared in awe. Amos seemed like a hero in the boy's eyes. After all, he trained his dad to be one.

Amos felt guilty at the boy's gaze. Akri had broken the code. He'd be banished. Unless. . .

"Kinn, I just have one request. Please, keep this between us." Akri pleaded. "You know how much the Jedi mean to me. Siona's and my love isn't a weakness or ploy of the dark side. It's made me a better person, a better Jedi. Please, believe me."

The Master was silent. He'd known Akri for most of the young man's life. He would never turn. Amos sighed heavily, seeming older than he was for a second. "I shall keep this between us. I wish you had told me sooner though."

Akri hugged the older Jedi briefly. "Thank you, master! I won't let you down."

"Of course not. If you did, the council would be the least of your worries." Amis chuckled gruffly. "Now, Siona, Baylar, it best you stay quiet. It would be a disaster if this got out. It was nice to meet you."

"The pleasure was mine, Master Amos," Siona Sordano smiled with a small curtesy. Grabbing her son's hand, she coaxed him out the door.

Amos watched, unsure what to think. He'd have to meditate over his decision later. Akri then began to tell him a more detailed story of how all this had come to be, his master listening intently.

This was going to be a stressful, Amos decided. But, perhaps, Akri was right. Perhaps, the Code. . .

Force, he was getting to old for this.

Authors Note; So this started off as just Amos and Akri and then I included little Lee and it took off. And it was fun to write. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, ven though it slightly conflicts with stuff. Until next update, Baldore out!