I was deep into sleep when I began to have a vivid dream that night. For some reason, this dream was more vivid than other dreams I had had before. And to this day, after many decades, I still distinctly remember it.

I was standing in the middle of a hot desert of sand. Nothing but the sand was there for kilometers as I looked around. I looked to my side and nearly jumped out of my skin to see a little girl. She was about five, seven at most, starved, had brown hair, a burnt tone of skin, green eyes, had chains on her hands, and was in scraps of clothing. I followed the chains up to a cart that was attached to an animal; a dewback. She was crying as she stood there.

"I'm thirsty, Master!" she cried. "I want water! Please!"

"Hey, hey, kid," I placed a hand on the child's shoulder. I screamed as my hand went right through her like I was a ghost. I looked at my hands and saw I wasn't too far off. My hands were near see-through and so was the rest of me.

"Oh, shut up, crybaby!" a man said as he came around from the cart. He was some kind of mix of human and an unknown reptilian mix with patches of scales all over him. He had bright yellow eyes and wore a blaster on his hip. "You'll be sold at the market soon enough. Then I won't have to deal with you."

"Hey!" I shouted "The kid needs water, you jerk! It's hot out!" he obviously could not hear me.

"Come on, let's go into town. Sell ya to some other poor soul," the man said and soon mounted onto the harness on the dewback. The cart began to roll and the little girl followed on foot as her hands were still bound by the chains.

My vision cut to a busy town filled with people of all different species walking around. Most of the place was covered by scraps of material over the heads of them to protect them from the harsh sun. By the looks of it, I could tell it was a market. I could see the man and the little girl who was still in chains being introduced to a nautolan. But, the man with scales on his body seemed mad at the female nautolan.

I walked closer to them and could hear their conversation better.

"You're not gettin' this kid unless you pay full price, lady!" the man shook the girl's chains for effect. "Jedi or not!"

I looked up to the nautolan and was taken aback as I saw that it was none other than Master Tanza as she bargained with the man.

"Sir, this girl should not be sold as a slave!" she argued. "She should be able to live her own life. Now, I am offering you a fair amount to you for her freedom and her to be taken as a Jedi by me!"

"If she's a Jedi, then I want double," the man snapped.

The little girl looks petrified as she stood there in chains and nearly in tears. She cried to the nautolan, "I'll be a good servant! Please!"

The girl fell backward as the man hit her with his hand on her face, "Quiet!" he roared as she sobbed.

"I said quiet!" he roared again at the child and raised his fist.

The nautolan quickly grabbed his fist as she looked at him. Master Tanza stated, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, sir."

He let go of the girl's chains and grabbed for his blaster. His arm was soon sliced off by the hum of a blue blade with his blaster still in the severed Tanza soon pushed the man away from the two with the Force and he crashed into a fruit stand and collapsed. Master Tanza looked to the little girl and kneeled down onto her knee and held out her hand to the little girl.

"It's alright. I won't hurt you," she assured. "What's your name?"

"Cy- Cy," the little girl stuttered. She could hardly muster to talk through the sobbing. "Cyla Dume."

"How would you like to come to Coruscant with me?" Master Tanza asked with a smile.

The little girl nodded her head rapidly. Tanza picked her up and held her in her arms and the two began to walk away.

"I think you'll like the Jedi Temple."

I snapped my eyes open and saw the ceiling of my familiar room. I gulped as I paced my breathing, taking in everything I had just seen. I could hear feet hit the ground on the other side of the room and I knew it was Cyla as she had just woke up. I could tell she was deeply shaken as I sensed it in the Force. She walked out of the room and the door closed behind her.

Beepy told me of the rest that had happened as he was sitting in the common room with Onthant as they played Dejarik since he couldn't sleep too well on the couch. Cyla lurked in the dark as she watched the two. My brother didn't even realize she was there until she spoke up and told him a tip so he could win.

This time, Cyla didn't seem too skittish about the fact he had nothing on but his boxers as she walked over to them.

"Thanks," Onthant chuckled as the Dejarik board reset. He ran his hand through his hair."Why are you up?"

"Couldn't sleep," Cyla shrugged. "You?"

"This couch is a little uncomfortable to get any good rest on," Onthant shrugged. He looked at Cyla and slyly remarked, "Ya know, I'd imagine you'd be more tired. Why? Cuz you've been running through my mind all night."

"Why do you do that?" Cyla asked. "Flirt with me? You know there are other girls in this galaxy who would gladly come running into your arms. You're handsome enough."

"But, how many women are as beautiful, caring, and smart as you?" Onthant smiled.

Beepy rolled away from the two as they continued to talk. He came right to my bedside and beeped at me to get up and to follow him. Intrigued, I did. I peered around the corner to the common room as I watched my Master and brother talk.

"Onthant, as a Jedi, I am supposed to acknowledge my feelings. And I will admit that I harbor some feelings for you. But, we can't happen. Jedi aren't supposed to have attachments. I'd be betraying the very ideals I live by while I'm teaching my Padawan those same ideals."

I was wide-eyed and so was my brother.

"Wait, so you admit that you have feelings too?"

"Yes. But I can't follow them. If we were to happen...we'd be living a lie. One we couldn't keep. What kind of relationship would that be?" Cyla asked as she gripped her elbow with her opposite arm.

As Onthant stood, he said, "We could be something, though. We'd just have to work a bit for it."

Sighing, Cyla stated, "I can't put my Padawan in that position. Could you imagine how he'd feel? His Master and his brother being a couple? I wouldn't want to do that to him."

Onthant sat down as he sighed, "I guess you're right. It wouldn't be fair to do that to him."

Cyla walked up to Onthant and sat next to him on the couch. She planted a small kiss on his forehead and said, "It's nice to dream it, anyways, Onie."

Onthant looked at Cyla and smiled. He leaned to her and she placed a hand on his perked lips.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"I've never kissed anyone."

"Me neither," Onthant chuckled. "Just- don't think about it, I guess."

I shielded my eyes after a good few moments of them kissing; I nearly puked then and there once I saw their lips meet. After a minute or two, I decided I should put an end to it. I stepped out from around the corner and spoke up.

"Um, Master?"

Cyla immediately jerked her head away from the kiss and looked to me. She could hardly talk as she was out of breath, "Oh- Jalo! We were just- I was asking Onthant if my breath smelled?"

I wasn't buying it.

Red flooded Onthant's face as he saw me with my arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

As they both stood up, Cyla rambled on and on how she would never do that again, how sorry she was, how she didn't want anything to be awkward because of this all, and others.

"Hey, I'm alright with you two being a thing," I shrugged.

"You are?" Onthant asked.

"Yeah," I said. "It's not like you're going to get a better girl."

"Hey!" Onthant complained.

"Alright, alright, let's send you off to bed," Cyla shooed me off.

Onthant chuckled and wrapped his arm around Cyla's waist and said, "Yeah, Blondie."

"You too," Cyla took his arm away from her waist. "Go and sleep in your own bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

"But-" Onthant and I began to complain.

"Go."

When we woke up the next morning, we woke up to a near spotless house. Canto was very confused and looked at us for answers. We found a note on the Dejarik table that was from Cyla; telling us how she was thankful for our hospitality and that she took the train back to the Jedi Temple once the station opened. We later explained to both Strive and Canto of the night before, not telling them about Razo and Miri being related to me or the dream I had of a younger Cyla. Though, the kissing scene was like gold to Strive and me.

Skip ahead a few rotations, I was having lightsaber training with Cyla in a nearby alley. She had me practicing blocks as she swung her lightsaber at me. I was doing fairly okay at this point of my training in lightsaber combat, but I wasn't too good at going on the offense as I was just good at blocks. We always practiced lightsaber combat in that alley as it was right next to the shop and was great for Cyla to have me practice dodging and blocking trash we'd find. That day, Onthant was on his lunch break and decided to watch us train as he leaned up against the wall of the alley. Though, I think he was mostly watching Cyla.

Cyla noticed and we both turned off our lightsabers and turned to him. She turned back to me and ordered me to take a break.

"But-"

"Go."

I begrudgingly obeyed my Master and went out of the alley. As soon as I was a good five meters away, I used the Force to propel me into the air as I jumped onto the roof. I slowly snuck up to the end of the roof where the alley was and I could hear Cyla and Onthant talk. I laid my stomach on the roof while my head peered over the ledge.

As he ran his hand through his hair, Onthant said, "So...that kiss… we never talked about it. It's been a few rotations."

"I know," she shook her head. "It was foolish of me. I should have never given into my feelings."

"Cy, it's only natural to have feelings," Onthant shrugged. It wasn't until then I realized the small nicknames they had called each other. Cy. Onie.

Strange, I thought, Cy, sounds like "see". Doesn't seem so much like a good pet name; could get confusing. But who was I to judge them?

"Not for a Jedi. Jedi are forbidden to have passion, to have attachments. I'd be betraying the sacred Code of the Jedi if we were to ever-," Cyla paused, not knowing what to say. "If we were to become anything more than friends. Associates."

"Then wouldn't you be betraying your heart? What you felt was just right?" Onthant stepped closer to her and loosely grasped her hand.

"Onthant, you know how I feel," Cyla sighed and she looked up to him.

"Do I?" and he grabbed her other hand with a loose grip and interwove their fingers together. They brought one pair of their interwoven hands and lightly pressed it against Cyla's face and she seemed to close her eyes and contemplate on what to say while also soaking in this contact.

She let out a deep sigh and looked up at him again. I was taken aback when I could see her bloodshot eyes as if she were about to cry. "I can't." were the only words she spoke.

My Master crying. I never came across the thought that it was even possible. She always seemed so composed and put together; but now, on the verge of tears, I realized how much Onthant meant to her. She broke her hands away and walked away from Onthant; leaving him alone in the alley. She didn't even look back at him.

I ran to the other side of the roof where I leaped down with the help of the Force. Cyla was soon to come up behind me and looked at me with an inquisitive look.

"Were you just listening to that?" she questioned.

I remained silent as I froze, not sure what to say to her. I didn't want to make her mad. Not with her nearly crying already.

"How much did you hear?"

I again remained quiet and bit my tongue as she glared at me. After a good moment of her warning eye of hers, I gave in.

"All of it," I sighed.

As she took in a deep breath through her nose, she contemplated on what to respond with. She said, "Just go back inside."

"But-"

"Now." her voice was stern.

"No!" I retaliated.

"Padawan," she warned. "I am not in the mood to put up with your behavior."

"I can't believe you! You know you like him and I can see it!" I almost seemed to be pleading with her. "Why do you just turn away like that?! Can't you see that you like him?!

"Padawan!" she yelled at a high volume. I had never heard her bark that word so harshly at me, nor yell with so much anger. "Go! I will not discuss this matter any further!"

Half of me wanted to turn away and obey her, the other half wanted me to fight back. That half won.

"Why do you allow yourself to be so controlled by this stupid Jedi Order! It's like you're their slave!" I bit my tongue as soon as I said those words.

Now her face was burning with anger as she looked at me. She hissed in a low voice, " I thought I had taught my Padawan more respect. I guess I was wrong."

And she left. I went back to the shop and continued to work beside Canto, Beepy, and Strive. It was a good while until Onthant returned to the shop; eyes a little bloodshot and puffy. I didn't want to even ask if he was ok because I knew he wasn' we were working on a project together, I brought up Cyla.

"I talked to her, ya know," I spoke up. "She was really mad at me for telling her she shouldn't listen to the stupid Order-"

"Blondie," Onthant's voice was low and stern. "I don't want you to get involved. It's not right."

"I just want to help!" I retaliated. "I'm not doing it for just you!"

"Blondie, please," he sighed. "It- it was stupid of me to even think we'd work out. She's a Jedi. Let alone your Jedi Master. It was hopeless and stupid. Just leave it alone."

"Onthant…"

"Just leave it alone, Blondie."

The next rotation, Cyla came back from the Temple just as she always had. She had caught us while Dad- I mean - Canto and Onthant were working together on a speeder while Strive and I were working on other various projects. She didn't call me off of my work like she usually did for Jedi training, though. She looked right at Onthant and requested to speak to him alone. Strive leaned over to me and chuckled.

"Alone?" he chuckled. "I guess this relationship is going faster than we expected. I call being the best man at the wedding."

I quickly told him of the events of yesterday and the smile on his face quickly drained as he stood there. Canto was near us now that Onthant and Cyla had left, and he was just as happy as ever.

"Shouldn't have fallen for a woman anyways, the idiot," he shook his head.

I found this peculiar. Had he had a bad experience because of a woman he loved? Then I got to thinking about how Onthant had a mother at one point or another and now she was gone. That meant Canto either was there when she died. That or she left him with their son to take care of. I didn't want to ask.

Unbeknownst to me, Beepy followed Cyla and Onthant through the Under City from a distance as he was curious about what was going on. How strange that droid was. I didn't really understand why he was the way he was until I started telling you my story. He mimicked me. His coding was like my own. He was curious, he just wanted to help, and once he found someone he loved and trusted- he didn't let go. I guess I was just the unreliable one with a few more short circuits and loose wires.

As Onthant and Cyla walked through the Under City, they started to talk- really talk- about what was between them. Cyla wanted it to be a wall; Onthant wanted it to be something more. It was the first time I had ever heard of the two having a conversation alone that was more than just small talk or Onthant failing at flirting. It was the first time Onthant even mentioned him having a mom and the first time Cyla had said anything about her being a slave on Jakku. Though, neither went into the subjects farther than just the pure mention of it. The one sentence Onthant uttered about his mom I wish I had looked at closely as Beepy reported back to me later.

"I actually had a mom once."

"Really? You never mentioned her," Cyla replied.

"Well, it's a little painful," Onthant sighed. "I was really close to her until I was five and she left Canto and me on our own. Guess she started another family with another guy. Had another son."

And that was all he said about her. Beepy tailed them for a little longer until they got closer to thicker crowds of the city and he lost sight of them. He looked frantically for the two, or the way back home for that matter. He had gotten caught up in such a thick crowd that he could hardly see through the gaps of people. He sped through the crowd as he panicked and rammed into the leg of a trandoshan. He whirred in an alarmed tone as he looked up to the tall trandoshan.

His sensors went crazy as his system matched up the face peering down at him to the trandoshan that had chucked him across the shop then nearly killed Onthant a few years ago when I had just met the Solarburns. Snipe. I remembered him.

"Hey! Watch it!" he growled.

"Snipe, what did I tell you about-" another man turned to Snipe. He was human and Beeby sure recognized my biological father. And vice versa. He raised an eyebrow at the droid. "Well hello there, stranger."

Beepy was really freaking out now, sending as many distress signals he could to my little com I had made before in case we needed to find each other.

"You recognize this droid, boss?" the trandoshan hissed.

"Yes, he's my son's companion. I saw them in that bar a while back ago when they got Miri," he looked to the trandoshan.

"What do you want to do with him, boss?"

"Jalo is a Jedi now and so was that woman with him who took Miri. This droid being here means that lady-Jedi is around here as well as Jalo. Shut him down and I'll get a team and we'll hunt down the lady and Jalo."

Next thing Beepy knew, his system was rebooting slowly. As his camera was slowly readjusting, he could process that he was somewhere he had never been before. It was an old warehouse somewhere Beepy nor I had been to. It seemed to be filled with a bunch of crates full of supplies. He scanned his vision around the area and noticed the familiar purple twi'lek/human who called me her brother. Then he saw the trandoshan who he had run into. Trying his best to be undetected, he kept quiet the best he could and as still as possible.

"When do you think Razo will bring that Jedi back?" Miri asked as she rubbed her wrists. She must have just broken out of jail as she was wearing an orange jumpsuit with a code of numbers on her left lapel and her back.

"Soon," Snipe hissed. "You'll get your revenge on her. Rough her up a bit."

Once Beepy let out a few concerned beeps, the heads of the few gang members turned to my droid.

"He's awake!" Miri shouted and jumped up too soon run after the droid and being accompanied by ten other members of the group.

Next thing Beepy knew, he ran into another pair of legs. He looked up and was relieved to see the familiar green eyes of Cyla. He frantically whirred and beeped at her and Onthant as he was right next to her.

Cyla snapped up her head and ignited her lightsaber to deflect a shot that would have shot Onthant in the head. Onthant got out his small blaster he always carried on his waist for protection and started firing back at the gang. The three soon started to run in the opposite direction to get as far away from them as they could. Though, it wasn't too far long after that Onthant was hit in his right shoulder by a blaster bolt. Cyla saw this and ordered them to go back.

"Get out of here! I got them!" Cyla shouted. "That's an order!"

"I'm not leaving without you!"

"GO!NOW!"

Onthant saw the focus of Cyla's face as she blocked another blaster bolt away and used the Force to knock down the member who had shot the blaster at her. He knew she wasn't going to take "no" for an answer and stood there for a moment before he left, gripping his wound.

When Cyla came back to the shop, about ten minutes after Onthant and Beepy had returned, she seemed to be frayed like an old rope. Her hair looked static, her eyes seemed stone cold, and her breath was heavy and yet steady. I immediately rushed to her.

"Beepy told me what happened? Are you ok?" I frantically asked. "Did you really take on that many Black Heth members at once? Did you win?"

"I'm fine. Where's Onthant? Is he ok?" she looked down to me. "How bad is his injury?"

"He's ok," I responded. "Just barely hit the top of his shoulder. He's in the back."

"I'll go check on him," she said in a serious and yet concerned tone of voice and rushed off.

Being the little spy I was, I followed in her shadow to the back door. I peered out of the crack of the door that had been left slightly open. I watched as I saw Cyla approach my brother who was sitting on an old crate with no shirt on. He had a bacta patch on his shoulder mostly on his wound, but not fully as he could not reach the rest of it.

When they talked, Cyla seemed so concerned about him and he seemed even more concerned about her. Cyla crouched down to her knees to be level with Onthant and looked over him for more injuries.

"I'm fine, Cy," he assured. "Are you?"

"Don't worry about me."

"You know I always will worry about you, right?" he said. "I care about you."

She let out a sigh as she still had a soft grip on his hand and looked up at him, "I am capable of taking care of myself."

"Cyla, believe it or not, I know that. You are able to care for yourself, but not until you have already cared about everyone else first and leaving no time for yourself," Onthant continued. "That's why I like you. You're selfless."

"I thought you only went for my looks?

"No," he shook his head. "I like you-you. And, I want to help you; be with you."

As she pursed her lips as she thought, she looked at the ground and said nothing.

"What do you think?" Onthant smiled unsurely.

"We can't let the Council find out," Cyla said. "And, we can't let anything get in the way of Jalo's training."

With a smirk, Onthant stated, "I can do that. We gonna tell Strive, Blondie, and my dad?"

"If you want…"

"Great," he had a stupid grin on his face. "How 'bout you and I go dancin' tonight? Just you and me on the town."

"Well, I'd look fairly peculiar with my Jedi robes on in a club."

"We can get you some clothes that'll help you blend in if you want," Onthant offered. "I'll even pay for drinks."

"I've never drank," she admitted.

"Well, there's a first time for everything," he lightly chuckled. "Don't worry we'll just have some mild drinks."

"Aren't you only 19? Should we be allowed to drink?"

"The drinking age down here is only eighteen," Onthant shrugged. "I'm fine. How old are you?"

"I've been told I'm now nineteen by the Order's records," Cyla assured and smiled. "I guess I can tell the Council I'm going to stay the night down here again."

Onthant smiled and stood in front of Cyla, still holding her hand. "Look at you. Breaking the rules. Aren't you a rebellious little Jedi?"

Skip ahead to the next day, we found out that it was a good thing Cyla was not often exposed to alcohol.

Why?

"YOU GOT INTO A BAR FIGHT WHILE YOU WERE DRUNK?!" Canto screamed as Cyla and Onthant sat in front of my infuriated dad. Cyla was wearing a red tank top that went a little above her bellybutton, had tight black leggings on, wore fingerless leather gloves, and had her regular boots on. An apparel I was in absolute shock to see her in. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and she looked fairly ashamed as Canto continued to scream at her and Onthant. "What were you thinking, Onthant?! Letting your brother's Jedi Master drink?! Idiot! She's never had alcohol and probably for good reasons! She could've killed someone with that lightsaber of hers!"

"Dad-"

"Don't you 'Dad' me!" he snapped at Onthant. "How did you think that this was a good idea?! The police could be knocking on our door at any minute now! And what would happen to your brother if they were to take Cyla out of the Jedi Order because of this!? He'd be sent to the surface to be trained up in the Temple and we'd have no say in anything!"

It was probably four in the mourning while this all went down in our apartment. Though, you really would have never guessed Cyla had gotten into a fight with the lack of bruises and cuts. Though, Onthant had one good cut on his upper arm and a bruise on his chin. Apparently, after some drinks, some guy grabbed Cyla's rear and she nailed him with a hook punch to the head. The guy wouldn't go away after the punch and Onthant and him really got into it. Cyla wasn't even that drunk, only having a half a cup of their weakest stuff they had at the counter. Onthant, on the other hand, had a few shots by that time leading up to the fight. Cyla and he ran after the guy was knocked unconscious by Onthant. The two showed up at our apartment; then spilling everything to Canto after he could see the condition Onthant was in and the fact Cyla wasn't wearing her normal Jedi robes. They were now sitting on the couch while Canto paced around the common room as he screamed in fury. I and Beepy stood by the wall as we watched the whole thing go down.

" -" Cyla was soon cut off.

"And how could you think that this was the 'Jedi way'?! Aren't you supposed to be training a Padawan? I guess being drunk and getting in fights is the great example you want for Jalo to become when he grows up!"

"She wasn't drunk," Onthant's voice was slightly slurred. Probably from the mix of the alcohol and the bruise on his jaw. "I was. She hardly even had a half of a glass of some beer. I was the one who had a few shots. A guy came up and grabbed Cyla's as-"

He realized I was in the room.

"- Rear-end," he corrected himself. "Cyla punched him. He wouldn't leave and then he and I got into it."

"Is this true?" Canto looked to Cyla.

"Yes," my Jedi Master nodded, her voice perfectly normal. "It is. I'm truly sorry about what danger I put your family in."

"Why were you two even out in a bar at this hour? Was this some kind of DATE ?" Canto asked, almost disgusted by the word "date".

"Yes," Cyla and Onthant both sighed.

As he narrowed his eyes at Cyla, he asked, "I thought your religion forbade love and all that?"

"We are not allowed to have attachments or passion," Cyla corrected. "We are encouraged to love. This courtship Onthant and I have may be pushing the limits of the rules, but I'm willing to give it a try. Just as long as the Jedi Order doesn't find out."

"You two really do like each other, don't ya?" Canto sighed as he looked at the two with a seemingly sympathetic look on his face.

"Yeah," Onthant admitted with an unsure voice. "Is that ok?"

Letting out a deep sigh, he said, "I guess I can allow it. Just- don't do anything stupid like this again. You guys have to think of Jalo. He really does depend on you two. You are his Jedi Master and his big brother. It's like having a kid; they're gonna have to come first until they leave. You two will learn when you have a kid."

The mention of them having a kid together made them both stutter inaudible strings of words as they both flushed a maroon red on their faces.

"A kid?! What?! No-" Cyla stuttered. "Never! I mean- a kid?!We would never-"

"Yeah, Dad! A kid? Pshhh- I - we wouldn't even-"

As he crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrow at the two, Canto stated, "Alright. Because I don't wanna be a grandpa for a good long while."