When Cyla's water broke a couple rotations later, we didn't really know what to do. Strive was the first person to know her water broke as she was standing right next to him in the shop when it happened; Onthant and I soon rushing over to her. I am not proud to tell you that I was the first to panic… But that's beside the point. We were quick to get in the hover car and set course for the surface. The plan was for me to assist her into the Jedi Temple since her and I were the only ones allowed in. We couldn't go to a hospital anywhere else because we didn't have the credits so the Jedi Temple was the only medical care Cyla could get; even if it meant Onthant couldn't see the birth of his child.

That was supposed to be the plan. But plans don't always go so well, do they?

We were probably only a couple levels up when I saw a purple flash that jumped onto the hood of the hovercar,grabbed my throat and pushed us both out of the vehicle. We fell in a hard thump a good thirty, maybe forty, meters down onto the hard ground. A sharp crack was heard in my ribs and I let out a scream. The purple thing was on top of me now, both hands on my throat. I looked up and now could see my half-sister; she was filled to the brim with hatred.

"FIRST YOU LET MY MOTHER DIE AND THEN YOU KILL OUR FATHER?!" she screamed as my face turned blue. "WHAT KIND OF BROTHER ARE YOU?!"

I didn't even try to fight back. There was no point. She had the same strength Razo had when he was in his drunken rage. I knew there wasn't even a chance I'd win against her. When her hands finally released my throat, I didn't know whether to breath or not. She was gone, but I was afraid that she'd come back and choke me even more if I tried to breathe. I looked over to my side to see that Strive was actually the one who got her off me. He had body slammed her and now they were wrestling; Strive receiving multiple blows to the head.

My body rose up and I charged at Miri with my lightsaber still on my hip; forgetting I even had it. I came up from behind her and had her in a headlock just like I always did to Onthant when we wrestled. But this time I was out for blood. I refused to loosen my grip on her as she tried to pry my arms off her throat and she tried to throw me off her. She fell backward and slammed me once again on the ground, but I still kept my chokehold on her. It felt like fire in my right ankle as she lodged the knife she had on her belt into me. The knife went so far that it went in the front of my ankle and out the back. And HOLY FORCE DID IT 's when Onthant ran over to us and grabbed Miri by her throat and picked her up into the air. He slammed her into the ground with a brute force I didn't even know Onthant possessed. He neck let out an eerie snap and a final breath escaped her mouth. I looked over to where Strive was and saw the trandoshan named Snipe throw my friend a good few meters. A glow of green came out from nowhere and stabbed the trandoshan through the heart as Cyla thrusted it through his chest; her face dripping with sweat.

The next thing I remember is waking up to the sound of a baby crying in my left ear. A repetitive beep rang in my ear that matched my heart as it thumped in my chest. I turned to my left to see an exhausted Cyla laying in a medical bed, face soaked in sweat and tears, holding a small bundle of blue blankets. I had to blink as I saw Onthant and Strive standing by her bedside. Strive had a wrap if bandages on his head.

"Onthant?" I asked as I looked over at him. I must have been drugged, I figured, I never felt this kind of tired.

My family all turned to me and smiled. Onthant and Strive came over to the side of the bed and Onthant was the first to speak.

"Hey, Blondie."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Your foot had to be amputated," I heard a female voice. I soon saw Doctor Rig Nema come over to us all. "Your brother here saved your life. You lost a lot of blood, and your blood is extremely rare. He donated enough for you to survive the implant of your new foot."

"Are- are we at the Jedi Temple?"

"Yes," the doctor confirmed. "The only reason these two were allowed in was that the rodian had a head injury and it's not the Jedi way to turn away the injured and sick. The reason your brother was let in was that you needed blood."

"But...we're not biological-"

"Yes you are," Cyla stopped me. "We ran a test after finding out you two have the same type of blood. You're definitely brothers biologically."

"Half-brothers," Rig Nema corrected.

My head was running wild. "But- who…"

"Jalo, did you ever find out what your biological mom's name was?" Onthant asked.

I had to think for a moment. "Tartha- I think."

"Was her last name Hobla by any chance?" Onthant asked with a sigh.

"So...you really are my brother? Biologically?"

"Yeah," Onthant chuckled. I looked up at him and saw his face still had the remnants of tears left behind. I wouldn't blame him.

I turned my head back to resting position and just tried to let it all sink in. It couldn't sink in. I could almost feel the pressure of the world laying on my chest as I stared at the ceiling. When I finally looked at my foot that was no more than wires and metal, I didn't even know what to do but cry. It wasn't a full-on sob; just a few tears that escaped.

"Hey, you wanna say hello to Caleb?" Cyla asked as she held the bundle of blankets to her chest still.

"Caleb?" I asked.

"Yeah, turns out it was a boy," Strive smiled. "I got to pick out the name."

"Why Caleb though?" I asked.

Strive just shrugged and the doctor sighed.

The doctor sighed,"He hit his head pretty hard."

"You wanna hold the baby?" Cyla asked.

I nodded and Cyla gave the baby to Onthant and my brother gave him to me.

It was smaller than what I thought it would be. His eyes looked up at me. Teal. They were a bright was a mixture of Cyla's green eyes and Onthant's blue eyes. He had a bit of hair too. It was dark brown like Cyla's. It was strange, to say the least. In the Force, there's something strange about a baby. It doesn't have a personality as well defined as one who is grown. Another strange thing was how much he trusted those around him without knowing who they were. Not even knowing their names. And he seemed like he had known him forever as I held him; not even fussing a bit.

"Hey, little guy," I smiled as I looked at him. "So,you're little Caleb Dume, huh? You look just like your mom."

I got to go home about two days after I got my new foot at the Jedi Temple. During that time, Strive and Onthant spent days repairing projects brought in, baby-proofing our apartment, and they'd call Cyla and me once and awhile. Cyla and Caleb got to go home with me the same day I was released. It was weird having a cybernetic foot. I couldn't feel it, but I could move it. You could cut it off and I'd not feel a thing. I still needed a little work on motor control with it though. I could walk and stand a bit, but not well.

It was only a few rotations until I noticed Caleb could recognize each of our voices. He also cried. A LOT. He'd cry just to cry I think. Even after he was well-fed, had a clean diaper, and had his little-stuffed animal- he'd still cry. None of us got to sleep for a good long time after he was born.

But...I guess I actually loved him like a little brother?

I don't know; he just kinda grew on me. Some nights, I'd actually have to hold him in my arms until he went to sleep. One downside to that was that he'd drool. He also refused to go to sleep unless Cyla or I sang to Onthant or Strive tried to sing to him they'd make things was something about him trusting me so easily that made me so...attached to him. I knew that I wasn't supposed to develop attachments if I were to be a Jedi- but I never listened so well, now did I?

It was only a couple weeks later that I was yelling in opposition as I was being told I was to be sent away for a while. The Jedi Council had decided that I wasn't getting the proper amount of training now that Cyla had to care for Caleb. The Council decided that I'd be trained in the Jedi Temple for about a month or two while Cyla took care of the baby in the Under City. I was only allowed to bring a couple possessions, including my lightsaber, some clothes, and my hair comb.

During my stay at the Jedi Temple, I was under the tutelage of Master Tanza; Cyla's former Master-who I had met the first day I had met Cyla. My first day was fairly adventurous as it just happened to be the day the Yinchorri decided to raid the Jedi Temple. The Masters had corralled most of the Padawans to hide away as soon as word of the attack reached us. I and the Other Padawans waited patiently until the smoke eerie sentence boomed through the corridors of the Jedi Padawans.

"Find the young ones first, kill all the Jedi children!"

They never found us.

I later heard whispers from the other Padawans that two Jedi had died. Master Tieren Nie-Tan and Jedi Knight Jude Rozess. Master Tieren was a part of Jedi High Council who had discussed whether I'd be able to join the Order or not a couple years before. It was weird thinking how he had died so quickly. I had only seen him twice in my entire life; when I was first brought to the Temple and when I attended his funeral that took place the next rotation after the attack.

At the funeral, I was completely embarrassed as I was escorted out because of my crying. I wasn't crying because of these strangers' deaths; I was crying on how my dad never got a funeral. We never really got closure. He was cremated and we were given the ashes. For Razo, the police took care of his body; so they say. I don't know and nor do I care.

I continued my training at the Temple. And boy, did the Masters shake their heads when I was near. Just to sum up one incident I'll just say that I forgot that walking around with just a pair of boxers was not acceptable when I woke up late for one of my lessons with the other Padawans. One moment when it was even worse was when I was riding on a cart through the Temple halls.

A friend I had made was a male togruta about my age named...um...his name was...oh! I remember now! Orus! His name was Orus! He was in most of my academic classes and spent a lot of time sparring with me. He and I were helping deliver some Holocrons to Master Nu on carts. When we were returning from our trip, we decided to ride the cart down the hall as there was no one else present. I sat on the cart as he pushed it and soon jumped on it with me. Huh...I guess he really was the first friend I had that was my age now thinking of it...But, back to the point we go. At the end of the hall, we soon spotted Master Yoda and Master Billaba talking to each other as they walked. Thank the Force that Orus wasn't that heavy or he woulda crushed me as we both toppled out of the cart. The cart fell over and laid on its side. The Masters looked to us and we scrambled to our feet. Master Billaba looked amused as she had a slight smile.

"Padawans."

"Masters!" Orus and I put on a big grin as we tried to look as innocent as possible.

"Having fun I see," Master Billaba commented.

"Yeah...uh…" where the only things my fellow Padawan and I could come up with.

"Aren't you that boy who got a new cybernetic foot? Dume's Padawan?"Master Billaba smiled.

"Yes, Master," I nodded.

" Synonymous to her personality you are," Master Yoda nodded.

"How so?" I asked. "I'm not that smart."

"A little bit of a troublemaker you are. Can tell, I can," Master Yoda spoke with a little amusement. "Your Master, you are just like."

"Cyla?" I asked. "I don't remember her being too troublemaking."

As I'm saying I'm starting to realize how stupid I was back then. I just realized this. Oh, my Force. She HAD A FREAKING KID AND HUSBAND. Oh, and did I mention the time she punched a guy in the bar while she was on a date with my brother? For the love of Force, I was so stupid. Why did I even think she actually went by the rules?

Wait- I know why. She was intelligent and a certain kind of wise that made you think she knew everything in the universe. She could answer any math question you threw at her, she'd known so much history of the galaxy it made my head spin, and she thought about things before she spoke about them.

"You two should head back," Master Billaba advised. "Master Tanza may get worried about you, Hikra."

One thing I should mention before I leave you off in the middle of my story of a lifetime- is how I actually felt as if I never really was going to become a Jedi Knight. Since my training was so different, I thought of myself lesser than an average Jedi Padawan. I remember daydreaming about my future and being an adult. Instead of being one of those monks on the Surface Layer, I'd dreamed of being a protector for those under the feet of those on the Surface. I knew that the Council wouldn't want a kid like me in their Temple anyway, so why not just be an Unorthodox Jedi in the Underworld? I'd serve more use there than just meditating on the Surface. I wanted to tell Cyla; little did I know that she already knew.