Here's chapter 2! Enjoy!
It had been done out of plain curiosity. She really hadn't meant for it to go that far.
Belria ran as fast as her little legs could take her. The three-year-old Zabrak rushed into the Medical Wing of the Jedi Temple to see her lost charge, Kita, lying on a bed with two other younglings surrounding her.
Belria sighed in relief; at least the Knights didn't notice. "Nobody stopped you guys on the way?"
One of the younglings shook his head. "Nope; I told you; we would make sure everything went fine."
Belria snorted. As a Jedi youngling, she was a lot more mature and aware of her surroundings than the average three-year-old, and this was no exception. She knew they were just saying that to get her off their backs.
It had all started when she had suggested that they test their theory that Kita was Force-sensitive by meditating on it, but her other two companions took the poor puppy to the Medical Wing and were going to test her midichlorian count!
"I really don't think we should be doing this," Belria tried again.
The second youngling, a five-year-old human girl, shook her head and sighed dramatically. "Belria, we said it was going to be fine. No one will know, and we'll have proof."
The first youngling, a four-year-old Cerean boy, grabbed a small medical tool used to receive blood samples. Kita gave a small whine, leaning away from the boy.
"Don't worry, Kita; this won't hurt a bit," the boy said. "They did it to me, Kelmi, and Belria when we were babies, just like you."
Kelmi, the human youngling, focused her hazel eyes on Kita, offering a reassuring smile. Kita seemed to calm down a bit, but still tensed up as the boy drifted closer to her.
Belria ran to Kita's defense. "Stop it, Tarrno! You're going to hurt her! You don't know how to do it!"
Tarrno-Beld-Ono looked up from taking a bit of Kita's blood to throw an exasperated look at the Zabrak.
"Belria, honestly, stop worrying; she is just a dog."
Kelmi, finally getting impatient, snatched the device and scraped it on Kita's leg. Kita gave a yelp.
"Kelmi!!" Belria shouted.
The moment the yell left her lips, she regretted it; footsteps were heard, Jedi Healers rushing into the scene.
"What the—?!" a healer stopped dead in his tracks. "What is going on here?"
Belria, Kelmi, and Tarrno-Beld-Ono backed away from the medical bed, Belria grabbing a whimpering Kita.
The Jedi Healer walked up to grab the medical tool from Tarrno-Beld-Ono's hands. He waved the tool in front of them.
"What do you think you younglings are doing?"
"We just wanted to get Kita's midichlorian count, Master." Kelmi answered timidly.
"You…" the Jedi's voice trailed off as he stared at the screen that the sample's information was being displayed on. "What in the blazes?"
Belria, Kelmi, and Tarrno-Beld-Ono crept closer to the screen to read what it said. Belria's jaw dropped; Kita's count was three thousand midichlorians per cell! That was at least five hundred more than an average Human's count!
Kita sniffed at the screen, and then made a noise that sounded so much like a snort that Belria almost thought it came from one of the others. All of the Jedi in the room looked at the puppy in her arms. Kita looked back.
The healers looked back at the screen in blank shock, and, not knowing what to say, simply shuffled the younglings out of the room. One of the healers made a motion to grab Kita, but Belria tightened her grip on the puppy.
"Don't!" she shouted. "Kita's afraid!"
But fear wasn't what was coming off of Kita through the Force. It was more so curiosity and a sense of wanting to get out of the Medical Wing as soon as possible.
Still, the healers allowed Kita to go with the younglings, and they all ran off to their clan.
Kita stayed snuggled in Belria's arms for an hour before finally starting to walk around the room the clan was in. The clan's Minder, a Bothan Jedi Master, shooed the puppy out of the room—much to Belria's dismay—before continuing her lecture with the younglings on the Jedi Code.
That evening, Belria spent most of her time searching all over the Jedi Temple for Kita, but had little success. Some Jedi had said they saw a puppy run through the area, but they didn't know where it went. One Jedi even said that a Knight was looking for it to kick it out of the Temple.
Panicked, Belria ran in terror to find the pup. Turning a corner, she ran headfirst into one of the Masters on the High Council; Jedi Master Tulril Bo. The Human Jedi helped the youngling up after she nearly scraped his leg with her cranial horns.
"Sorry, Master Bo," she hastily apologized.
"It's all right, young one," Tulril Bo replied. "Where is your clan?"
"Um…" Belria didn't have an explanation for that. She tried to find an excuse, but decided to tell the truth; he would've sensed if she was lying anyway. "I snuck away."
The Master raised his eyebrows slightly, but did nothing else. Then, he said, "May I ask why?"
"I… I'm looking for a puppy." Belria flinched, knowing that she was going to get in trouble; Jedi weren't allowed to have possessions, including animals.
"Ah, the…" the Jedi Master trailed off for a moment, his brown eyes twinkling. "…Force-sensitive puppy? Kita, isn't it?"
Belria almost gaped in shock, but caught herself and merely nodded. "Yes, Master."
"I wouldn't worry about her," Master Bo said calmly, smiling at Belria. "She's probably exploring her new home."
This time, Belria didn't catch herself, and her jaw dropped so low she thought it was going to hit the floor. "She can stay?"
"Well, she has to, doesn't she?" The Jedi replied matter-of-factly. "She is Force-sensitive, after all."
Belria squealed in delight, hugged the Jedi Master, and ran back to her clan to turn in for the night.