Oh goodness. Am I excited for my copy of "Brotherhood" to arrive or what. I certainly have high hopes for it, and am very much intrigued to figure what in the nine hells of Mustafar happened on Cato Neimoidia. Because apparently that business, "Doesn't, doesn't count."

Enjoy!

Chapter Nine

Kyra woke up the following morning and felt...different. After weeks of doubt and dread invading the moment she opened her eyes, she was feeling somewhat out of sorts with this new foreign sentiment blossoming.

Hope.

That's what Aedan had given her. She never realized that all she needed was permission. And that's what she'd been granted. Permission to feel. And the moment her skilled and wise master gave her that, something had clicked. So, when she got out of bed there was a lightness to her step, an energy welling withing her, and, when she looked in the mirror, the beginnings of a smile on her face.

She knew she still had a daunting and treacherous mountain to climb, but now when she gazed up at the incline, the paths upward no longer seemed blocked. The trail up was open and inviting, and she knew she could do this.

After a strenuous workout, Kyra and Aedan sat down for meditation. "Remember, Kyra," Aedan said, "It's okay to feel, if we control it. As long as it doesn't hurt us, hinder the mission, or impede our purpose." Kyra nodded solemnly, closed her eyes, and sank into the force. She continued to repeat that phrase in her head, "It's okay to feel, as long we control it." She kept reiterating it to herself and found that the turmoil wasn't as potent. It wasn't easy, and it took a distinct balance of will power and peace, but after some time, she started to make some progress. When an emotion arose, she no longer locked up because of it. Regret, grief, and fear still caused her to pause, but didn't stop her in her tracks. She felt she could connect with the Force now. Sure, the doubts and feelings would rise to the surface, but they weren't driving her crazy like they had been. Most importantly, she no longer felt shame. After an hour, she opened her eyes. Aedan was staring at her with a smirk on his face. He nodded, eyes bright and proud. She couldn't help but smile back.

"Now, even though emotions are amazing, and make life extraordinary, they can also be a huge detriment if left unchecked. And merely releasing them to the force isn't always effective," he said tilting his head. "Once you've reached a point where you feel the Force, and perpetually convene with it, as if it were second nature, then, yes, it is the best way of dealing with profound feelings. However, that takes a lot of time and effort to get to that point."

"And you have gotten to that point," Kyra asked, challenging him.

He smirked, "Possibly."

She smiled back, conceding with a nod.

"But until you reach that point, other avenues of coping with emotions are needed. And there are good and bad ways of dealing with stressors. Bad as in, drinking or deathsticks."

Kyra laughed, "Don't think that will be an issue for me."

Aedan nodded, then continued, "Good ways being working out, sparring, diverting energy into a fulfilling task, reading something uplifting, or connecting with people you care for. Understand?"

She nodded once, "Coping mechanisms: Working out with friends-Good. Deathsticks-Bad. Got it."

Aedan tried to hide the smile, but there was no use. "Alright," he said, "You know what time it is now?"

Kyra groaned, "Ugh, more drills?"

Aedan shot her a disproving look.

"I mean, yes!" she shouted, shooting her fist into the air, "I love drills."

"That's the spirit."

Aedan took her through countless katas, having her go through the motions of each movement. But more than that, he made her perfect each minute detail of each series of exercises, being as specific as moving her foot forward or back a few centimeters and turning her wrists a few degrees this way or that. Endless, endless repetitions of cuts, blocks, parries, and steps.

She loved the lightsaber, and knew she was improving, but this was just the same thing over and over. By the time they finished, she collapsed onto the floor, and was once again drenched in sweat.

"I think I could do all the Soresu and Makashi Katas in my sleep."

"That is the goal, Young Dawnstar."

Kyra groaned.

Aedan sat down on the floor beside her, "I know this isn't the most stimulating way to train, but it's going to pay off later on when we move to advanced techniques and focus solely on sparring."

Kyra was catching her breath now, "I believe you."

Aedan sighed, "But Kyra, that was the best you've ever done. Your technique was excellent. And since you did so well, I think a reward is in order."

"A reward?"

Aedan nodded, "Yep, come on. It's time for breakfast." he said, standing up and donning his robe. Kyra followed suit.

"What is your favorite breakfast food, Padawan?" he asked as they walked out of the sparring room.

Kyra couldn't help but smile shyly, "The main refectory's Bantha Butter Pancakes are just about the best thing I've ever had, so I'd have to say that."

Aedan stopped abruptly and stared at Kyra. "The best thing you've ever had?"

"Yes," Kyra said timidly.

"Padawan, what did you and Master Bando eat when on missions?"

"Typically, just ration bars or Republic MRE's"

Aedan stepped back, a horrified look on his face. "Please tell me you are joking," he said in a quiet voice.

Kyra shook her head.

Aedan let out a sigh, and continued walking. When they walked past the main refectory, Kyra spoke up. "So, we're not eating there?"

"No, we're not."

"Can I ask where?" Kyra asked, walking a half step behind Aedan.

"You'll see."

Within a few minutes they were nearing the temple entrance, and Kyra let out a breath when she realized they were again heading out into Coruscant. They walked down the steps and out into Coruscant proper. Once more, Kyra was amazed at the sights. They had just gone out in Coruscant last night, but there was still so much that she hadn't seen. And going out for Breakfast? She was ecstatic.

"How about Caf," Aedan asked, "Fan of it?"

"Yes, but again, I've only had the Temple's Caf."

Aedan just shook his head, a smile on his face. "You are in for a surprise," He said. "I'm probably more excited for you than you are."

"Will you tell me where we're going, please?" Kyra said, almost whining.

"Fine, fine. It's called Tauntaun's. I'll take you to my favorite place some other time, but Tauntauns has the best bantha-butter pancakes in this sector."

"Master, we don't have to do this just for me. Plus," she looked away, "I don't even have the credits."

"Padawan, this is my treat. Don't ever worry about credits, okay?"

"Okay," she responded.

"And honestly, when was the last time you really enjoyed something?"

She thought about that for a moment. "I enjoy being a part of the order, Master."

"I know you do. But aside from that. Aside from the temple and all that goes into being a Jedi, when have you really enjoyed something lately?"

She shrugged, "I like flying, I like to read, and I like music, particularly Dyat Agni and Dongiovi."

"I'm not up to date with pop culture affairs so tell me what you like about Dyat and Dongiovi."

Kyra smiled, "Well, Dongiovi, to educate you on current events, is pretty much the number one star on Coruscant. He's lead singer of a band, and…is really good looking." Kyra blushed at that last part. "But Dyat Agni has quite possibly the most beautiful voice in the galaxy. And her lyrics are like something out of a dream."

"Interesting," Aedan replied, "I'll have to check out her songs. And here we are."

They had arrived before an unassuming restaurant that was just opening. Tauntauns, in big blue neon letters was high above the door. After they walked through the front doors, a hostess, sporting a blue fauxhawk, was momentarily startled by their appearance, but then recognized Aedan, and smiled brightly. "Knight Kahl, welcome back. And you've brought another Jedi with you."

"Good morning, Ginni. I have indeed. Pancakes are her favorite, but she hasn't had Marco's signature pancakes."

"Oh, well, she is in for a treat," the hostess said with a smile, and turned towards Kyra, "Hi, it's nice to meet you, I'm Ginni."

"I'm Kyra, and just a Padawan. It's nice to meet you as well."

"Follow me then, I'll get you a booth," Ginni said.

As they walked through the restaurant, Kyra was immediately enamored with the place. The walls and tables and booths were made of dark wood, while the lighting was dimmed. There was a familiar feel to the place, as if the patron belonged there. On top of the mahogany walls were a plethora of archaic memorabilia and antiques, exuding a sense of nostalgia.

They were seated at a booth against the far wall. "Anything to start you off with?" the server asked.

"Two cafs, please," Aedan said.

"You got it."

Kyra continued gazing at the walls. There was a lot of Jedi mementos and collectibles, like a plastic lightsaber or a Jedi Temple snow globe.

Ginni brought over two steaming cups of caf. "So Bantha-butter pancakes for the lady, and Aedan what will you have?"

"I'll go with the pancakes as well."

"Coming right up," Ginni said, taking the datapad menus away.

Aedan watched as Kyra picked up the mug in front of her, and blew on it for a few seconds, and then tried a sip. Her eyes widened, "Oh, wow. This is what it really tastes like?"

Aedan nodded, unable to keep the smile off his face.

"It's so rich and complex tasting. The spices add layers of flavor, from bitter to floral almost."

Aedan laughed. "Remind me to keep you away from wine, you sound like a sommelier."

"Haven't had that either."

"Probably a good thing, you are just seventeen."

"A few months away from eighteen though," she said, and then leaned forward, and whispered "Do Jedi drink, you know, alcohol?"

Aedan laughed again. This was too much. "Some do. I would say most don't. I'm assuming Orrick never imbibed in front of you."

"No, he didn't imbibe," Kyra said putting air quotes on Imbibe. "Who do you know that does?"

Aedan appraised her through narrow eyes, "Promise not to tell?"

She moved her had quickly up and down, and leaned forward, eager to hear temple gossip. "Master Fisto has been known to have a few ales at times. Master Zao would never pass on a good bottle of Brandy. But Obi-Wan can take down some drinks, let me tell you."

Kyra's jaw dropped, "Master Kenobi?"

Aedan laughed, "Yes, it's not a problem for him by any means, though."

"But...why? Why drink?" she asked.

"There are far too many answers to that. So, I'll just let you figure that one out for yourself."

"Ugh," she groaned. "Fine."

"But just keep in mind, Kenobi does have to deal with Skywalker."

Kyra pursed her lips, nodding. "Fair point."

Moments later, Ginni came out and set the two plates on the table in front of them. Kyra's eyes went wide as she stared at the four massive pancakes stacked high in front of her. A dollop of butter was at the top, and melting slowly, lines of butter dripping over the edges.

"Don't forget the carbosyrup," Aedan said, watching in complete anticipation.

She took the small dispenser and poured some over the stack. And finally tried a bite. She closed her eyes and let out a blissful groan. "I cannot believe I've been missing out on these all my life." She took another bite. "This," she emphasized, "is the best thing I've ever had." Then she took another. "I mean come on," she said with a mouthful.

Aedan just shook his head. "Eat first. Enjoy, and then we'll talk. I don't want you choking." Kyra just nodded emphatically and took another bite. And groaned again.

Ten minutes later, only crumbs were left on her plate. Kyra sat leaning against the booth with both hands on her stomach. Now she groaned for another reason. "I think I ate too much, Master." He tried not to, but he just couldn't help but laugh again. He had laughed more deeply in one morning than he had in the previous year.

"After you recover from your overindulgence, we'll head back and then you'll have the rest of the day off."

"Could that be considered a good coping mechanism?"

Aedan laughed, "Perhaps occasionally, a rare indulgence does have many benefits."

"Well, that's encouraging. That was the best meal I've ever had," she said.

"Even after the state it left you in?" Aedan asked

She dramatically looked off in the distance, and employed a wistful, romantic tone, "If I could do it all over again, I'd still do it the same way."

"If you say so," Aedan said, "Ready to get out of here?"

She nodded.

Aedan left a handful of credits on the table, and they exited the restaurant, making their way back through the busy streets of Coruscant to the looming Jedi Temple that towered above everything else.

"Master, why haven't we formed a training bond yet?" Kyra asked

"And what makes you think we haven't?" Aedan responded.

"We can't communicate through thought speech," She said, "I can't sense your thoughts or emotions, or location for that matter."

Aedan measured his responses for a moment. "I'm not quite sure, Padawan. It could be residual effects from Master Bando. It could be me. It could be you."

"Doesn't that worry you? A force bond is important for a master and apprentice to have."

"No, I'm not worried. It will either happen or it won't. Are you making progress? Are you gaining skills needed to become a Jedi?"

"Well, yes, but—"

"That is what matters."

"But what about us, we…we're a team, and we should strive to be the best. I want us to be the best, and a solid force bond will help with that."

Force. This girl. Everything she said challenged or unnerved him, while simultaneously making him…melt.

"We will see, Padawan."

A few days later, Kyra had grown restless and went for a walk around the temple at night when she saw Aedan walking out of the front entrance. This seemed odd to her. He wasn't trying to leave discreetly, but he wasn't being overt about it either. The hood on his cloak was up. And his shields were up also, but then again, his shields were always up.

She had felt so disoriented lately. So out of sync, swept away in an endless sea of unknown waters. Sure, his revelations that night when they were out in Coruscant had really opened her eyes and given her hope, but she was having trouble grasping this new perspective. Because knowing the path and walking the path were two entirely different things. And Aedan was still such a mystery to her, so she made a crazy decision. She started following Master Kahl. They had been practicing shielding and clandestine concepts every day for the past month, so she was decent at it, and followed at a distance. If Aedan was even slightly aware, he made no notion of it, and just strolled onward in his brown cloak, the hood still up. Where was he going?

Luckily, it wasn't too far of a walk, maybe only four or five kilometers, and then she saw Aedan walking into a three-story building. She waited a bit, and then approached the doorway, noticing the small sign next to the entrance.

"Galactic Core Orphanage"

A Light in the Darkness

What in the force was going on? She made her way inside and found a droid standing behind a desk.

"Greetings, Sentient. What brings you here to the best orphanage in the Federal District?"

"Umm," she stammered, "I'm meeting Master Kahl here actually."

"Ah, I see," the protocol droid, "He's just arrived. I believe they're meeting in the playroom on the second floor. Go on up."

"Thank you," Kyra said, "May I ask how often Master Kahl comes here?"

The droid accessed the terminal briefly, "He's here every Benduday evening, and sometimes also during the week randomly, like today."

She couldn't even think to respond. Master Kahl going to an orphanage every single week. Why? She made her way to the second floor and then found the playroom. She had made it just in time to see an older woman announce to some thirty or so young kids that they'd be having a visitor. The kids all grew very serious.

"Knight Kahl?" one kid yelled out.

"It's the Jedi!" Another yelled.

Several others yelled out similar exclamations, and then they all began chanting, "Knight Kahl, Knight Kahl, Knight Kahl," which then turned to "Jedi, Jedi, Jedi."

Then Aedan walked into the room with the biggest smile on his face. Kyra had never known he could smile like that. She felt her heart respond in a way she'd never experienced before. The kids erupted in cheers and applause as Aedan made his dramatic entrance into the large room. The children, not able to contain their excitement, were soon rushing towards the Jedi, and the ones in front ended up hugging him. But soon the rest of the kids were doing the same, and in seconds Aedan had a host of kids tackling him to the ground. All the while Aedan was laughing his head off. Kyra, still keeping her shields up, sank into the Force and found that Aedan was radiating light. The purity of it was nearly overwhelming. When she came out of it, and back to reality she felt something on her cheek. Tears were streaming down her face.

Aedan finally was able to get the kids off of him, and under control. "Hey, you kids better behave or I'll become angry and use my magic."

The kids laughed. "Jedi don't get angry," one child shouted.

"Is that so?" Aedan asked.

"Yea!" Another child shouted.

"Oh, then what does a Jedi do?"

A handful of kids yelled

"They fight with laser swords!"

"They protect people!"

"They fight monsters!"

"They use the Force!"

He focused on the kid who said the last one. "That's right," he said, pointing to the young Zabrak boy. Who, now that he realized he had been heard by a Jedi, became extremely shy. "We can use the Force. And can anyone tell me what the force is?"

Again, the children yelled out answers.

"It lets you move things with your mind!"

"You can use mind control!"

"You can block blaster bolts!"

"It gives you power!"

Aedan held out his hands to silence the kids. "All those answers are true. But those are all things I can do with the Force. I'm asking what is it? What is the Force?"

Kyra looked at the young ones' faces. They wanted to answer. They wanted to impress the Jedi, the coolest thing on the planet. But they didn't know.

"What if I told you, it's a secret?" he whispered, and the children grew still, and impossibly silent. He sat down and leaned forward. The children unknowingly did the same, hanging on his every word.

"Did you know that some say the force is just little bitty bugs that float around and attach themselves to other people?"

"Ewww," the kids yelled.

"I know," Aedan said dramatically, "That's what I said."

"A few people say that the force is actually a living thing that extends its influence to all beings. And that you can just say, "Hey, Friend, help me move this boulder here, please."

Shouts of, "No way," and "That's not true," rang out.

"Okay, okay," Aedan said, holding one hand up in a placating gesture. "Some say that the force is what holds the galaxy together, exactly like the glue that you use to make your arts and crafts, and that this glue is connected to everything. Which would mean the force is in everything. It's in every kid sitting here. In the desk. Even in your teacher, Ms. Greeley."

Another chorus of "No's" and "No way," rang out.

"And to prove this to you," Aedan said, "I'm going to have a very special guest come and show you." Aedan then turned to face Kyra, and motioned for her to come in. She was stunned. And couldn't believe he had known the whole time. She hesitantly stepped into view, and the class erupted into cheers.

Kyra, though a bit nervous, couldn't help but smile, and waved to all the kids.

Questions rang out. "Is she a Jedi too?"

"Duh, of course she's a Jedi, she's wearing a robe."

"And she has a laser sword too!"

At this the kids all resounded in an "Oooohhh," making all the adults chuckle.

"Who is she Master Kahl?"

"This," Aedan responded, "Is Kyra Dawnstar, my padawan."

"What's a padawan?"

"Well, she's my student, so I try and teach her the ways of being a Jedi."

"A student?' one kid asked, "So she does arts and crafts too?"

Laughing, "Not exactly,"

"She's so pretty," one girl said, "Are you two going to get married?"

"Jedi can't marry," one boy responded.

"That's not true" the girl said, crossing her arms. "Is it Master Kahl?"

"Because Jedi are so busy, and have such dangerous and important missions, they typically don't get married." At this answer, the girl grew noticeably sad.

"But…but, they'll be so lonely. No one should be alone."

Aedan knelt. "That's true," Aedan said in a quiet voice, "Some Jedi, if it is the will of the force, do get married."

The little girl instantly brightened, "And live happily ever after?"

Aedan smiled, "Yes," he said, "and live happily ever after."

Aedan stood back up, walking over to Kyra. "Now, Kyra will show you how the force connects all things."

What does he want me to do?

I want you to pick these kids up, including the teacher, and the desk in the corner.

Kyra gasped. She had heard him in her mind. They had finally used thought speak. They had the training bond!

"Master!" She whispered.

"Padawan."

I…how?

Later, he said, Will you pick them up?

All of them?

I'll help you. This is nothing, Kyra. Look at the children, look at their faces, he said. Just Find your peace.

Kyra looked to the children. Moments passed. Then she turned back to Aedan, and finally closed her eyes.

Kyra found her peace and reached out to the force. It came to her like an ocean wave. She was flooded with power. She stretched out with her feelings and found the small lights that represented the children and the teacher, and yes, the desk in the corner. Once she had them in the force, she lifted them up five or six at a time, moving to a new group once she set one group down. Aedan doing the same.

A few of the kids yelped, but more were hooting and hollering with laughter after a little time. She even heard the Ms. Greeley's startled voice, "Oh, oh my. Oh goodness me." As the initial shock wore off, some of the kids were basking in the situation as they floated four feet off the ground. Kyra slowly opened her eyes, seeing the six kids smiling brightly hovering around the class. Some of the kids that had already taken the ride were staring up at their classmates giggling, while others were gazing up at them in awe. The moment the last group of kids hit the ground they all cheered, and rushed forward enveloping Kyra in hugs and praise.

Aedan watched. Kyra had not stopped smiling since the moment she had walked into the room. She was alight with power, but also alight with joy. She was brightness incarnate. And Aedan felt a pull. Something within him that he had long ago cordoned off was making itself known again. And Aedan knew, knew without a doubt he was in trouble.

They performed a few more Jedi tricks, and then, to the children's dismay it was time to leave. They all made Kyra promise she would come back soon. She was an absolute hit with them, and as they exited, he saw Kyra wiping at her eyes, and trying not to let Aedan see.

They spent the first part of the walk in silence, but finally Aedan broke it. "Well, what a coincidence seeing you there tonight, Padawan."

"Master, I'm so sorry, I—"

"It's ok, Kyra," he said.

"You're not mad?"

"Mad that my Padawan followed me out of the temple and for a few kilometers. Yes, a little. But you more than made up for it."

"I did?" she asked.

"Did you see their faces? How happy they were? It was worth it."

That brought on silence again. She had been overwhelmed with joy while she was with the group of kids. Interacting with them seemed more like a gift to her, but now Aedan was saying she had given them something. She felt tears form once again in her eyes and squeezed them shut.

It's okay, Kyra. Don't hold them back

If she wasn't so compromised by the night's events, she would have steeled herself and put up her shields, but that just wasn't happening. And with the conversation they had the other night about it being okay to feel…she let the tears flow, shaking her head.

"I haven't experienced anything like that before, Master," she said, wiping at her eyes.

"No, I dare say you haven't. The Jedi temple isn't exactly like that."

"They were all so happy and free and quick to smile."

"Yes, they were," Aedan mused, lost in his own thoughts.

"Master, please tell me, what were you doing there?"

Aedan took a deep breath. "I was five years old when my parents died. I watched it happen. Luckily, Qui Gon Jinn was there to save me, and the temple took me in. These kids, they don't have a Jedi Master to save them. They don't have a Republic funded Jedi Temple to support them. So, using the credits Gennady gave me, I've made substantial donations to their organization, and I usually visit them every Benduday."

Kyra did not know how to respond to that. How could she? She just walked on in silence, but soon her curiosity got the best of her. "Master, I'm sorry if this wrong to ask, but do you remember your parents?"

She noticed Aedan's step falter, and immediately regretted it. "I...So-"

"I remember very little, but I do remember their love for me. At five years old, I could feel how much they cared for me. My dad would pick me up, swing me up, and hold me high above his head. And then my mom would sing me to sleep. That I do remember."

Kyra felt her heart clinch, an internal stab of pain causing her to wince. "I often wonder about my parents, I mean, I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. Sometimes, I think I dream of them, though I can't really see their faces since I don't know what they look like. Orrick was the closest thing I had to a parent, and don't get me wrong, he was a great teacher, but there was always such a barrier. I can't imagine what it would be like to experience that...that kind of bond."

Aedan just nodded; his gaze seemingly focused on some place far away.

"I wonder what they were like, and what they're doing now. Or do they ever think of me?"

"I'm sure they were amazing people," Aedan said.

They walked on in silence, Kyra's thoughts racing. She had been wrong about him. Totally wrong. That first impression she got from him in the Room of a Thousand Fountains was right on the money. So why did he seem so stern all the time with her? Why wouldn't he let her in?

"Master," she said faintly, "We were able to communicate telepathically."

"That we were, Padawan."

"How?"

"I don't know." He said, evasively.

"Master, please, no more secrets."

He avoided her gaze, and looked far ahead of him, taking in the Coruscant sights. "It was because of me, Kyra. I put up walls and keep everyone at a certain distance. We probably would have been able to communicate that way after the very first week since we do have a strong connection through the force."

"Why? Why do you put walls up? Weren't you just telling me the other night that it's ok to feel, to form attachments as long as we focus on the mission?"

"That was for you, Padawan. I am not in danger of losing myself."

"Are you sure about that?" She asked.

Aedan stayed silent.

"So, you think you're fine? That you're okay and can go through the rest of life without forming relationships?" a hint of anger in her voice.

Until he met her, he thought he could. But still…He shook his head, "Yes."

"You preach this stuff to me, but you yourself don't feel?"

"No, that's not it."

"Then what is it!" she shouted.

"Everyone I care about dies!" he yelled back, startling several people around them.

Kyra had no response to that. So, he continued "My mom, my dad, Qui Gon, my master, and my best friend. Every time it feels like a piece of me is ripped away. I don't think there's enough left of me to, one, be able to form a relationship, and two, survive it if I lost someone else."

"Was life better or worse with those people in it?"

"That is irrelevant. What I want does not matter."

"So, you'll just be alone. Forever."

"I'm…not alone."

Kyra raised one eyebrow quizzically.

"I'll explain that another time."

"Again, with the secrets," she said shaking her head, and then abruptly walking off, leaving Aedan behind. A few paces away she stopped, turned around and walked quickly right up to Aedan, standing as tall and as fiercely as she could. As if she was about to scold him, but only whispered, "Let me in," she said. "We are a team. In order to be the best we can be, we have to know each other completely. Trust each other."

Aedan let out a breath. "Even if that means forming an attachment?" he asked.

"I'm already-" she stopped herself and shook her head. "I heeded your advice, Master. And I've thought a lot about it. And…I agree."

"Just like that?" he asked.

She shrugged, "I've been able to meditate. I've been able to sleep. It's been…It's working."

Aedan felt his spirits soar at that. Actually, he felt like he could soar. It was proof that he could help her out. That he was a good master. And the Force had been right.

Of course, it had been.

Ok, Padawan, he thought spoke. I will try.

Kyra stared at him for a moment, smiled, and then gave a quick nod, and walked on.

Force, help me.

Author's Note:

In case you didn't know...

The Galactic Standard Calendar of Coruscant consisted of five days in a week named, Primeday, Centaxday, Taungsday, Zhellday, and Benduday. There are seven weeks in a month, and ten months in a year. Fascinating, right?