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The men had disembarked from the ship and Del was watching for him. She couldn't help but think about the last time they had seen each other. It had been right before his "dismissal". She wondered if he had changed or if he was still the same. She noticed a young, female walking toward them nonchalantly. Del guessed she was about 15 to 16 years of age. She was half Human, half Zeltron. She had a redish-pink skin color and jet black hair that hung down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were an icy blue color but they were warm and friendly.
"Hello; you are Master Canachi?"
"Yes; and you are?"
"Jedi Padawan Azalea Cortez. Master had a meeting that he couldn't miss so he asked me to take you to where you'll be staying." Del signaled the men that they were moving out and they followed them.
Fire'sspray walked up to them, "Hi, I'm Fire'sspray."
"I'm Azalea."
"What's it like working under cover?" Fire'sspray asked.
"Interesting. You get to pretend you're someone you aren't. I was uncomfortable at first but them Master told me he had issues at first too. He said he was a perfect padawan, never breaking the rules. I can't see him doing that. He's so relaxed and casual."
"He was a perfect padawan. His master used to complain that he had no imagination," Del said.
"Have you ever worked under cover, Master?" asked Azalea.
"Yes; it was hard to adjust but once you get used to it, it can be fun. Depends on who you are pretending to be, though"
"Who were you pretending to be?" asked Fire'sspray.
"Once I was a bounty hunter, that was a fun job."
"Have you ever been a slave?" asked Azalea.
"Yes; that wasn't fun. It was horrible to see what people experience everyday."
"What type of slave were you?" asked Azalea. "Sorry, Master says I talk before I think."
"That's alright. I've been a slave twice. A house slave once and a dancing slave once. I'm not sure who I worked for as a house slave but as a dancing slave I was owned by Gardulla Besadii."
"A Hutt? You were owned by a Hutt? I think I'm gonna puke!" said Azalea
"You and me both. I remember that."
"Fire'sspray, how do you remember that?" asked Azalea.
"Because she was with me. Except she wasn't a dancing slave. We escaped after a few weeks with some other slaves." Del said.
"Well, we're here. I'll show you where you're supposed to stay." Azalea showed them and the men stored their gear. Del walked into her room and took off her shoes and socks. Then she followed Azalea to the room the padawan's were sharing. Fire'sspray stood with her back to one of the beds and spread her arms out.
Then she fell backwards onto the bed, "This bed is SO comfortable. Imagine it Master, we get to stay in actual beds during this trip."
"Wow, you guys have a sad life if the highlight of your day is sleeping on a bed," said Azalea.
"Our life is nowhere close to sad," said Del. "Do you have a kitchen?"
"Yes, why?"
"I was thinking that the men are probably bored of ration sticks."
"Do they know how to cook?"
"No, but I do and I'm sure Fire'sspray would love to help."
"I feel bad for you. You're getting volunteered," said Azalea.
"I don't mind. Show us where the kitchen is and we'll get started," replied Fire'sspray.
"Right this way."
They had finished cooking and were about to call the men for dinner when a voice called out, "Who has invaded my house?"
"Only the people that the council sent," responded Azalea.
He walked into the room and Del noticed he looked exactly the same except he looked carefree and happy. He had brown hair with a gold streak in the front and dancing brown eyes.
"Canachi!" he said in surprise. "Why did they send you here?"
"They probably figure you're still the perfect Jedi you were when you left and needed someone to even out the picture."
"I heard that you aren't on the best... terms with the council."
"I'm not. They let me be and in return I don't make their lives miserable."
"What happened?"
"They have issues with the fact that I let my troops run free and they don't address me as General."
"How's the gang?"
"The gang?"
"Yeah, you know who I mean."
"Fine; Tru is out on a mission, Darra is back at the temple and Anakin broke his leg in two different spots."
"What was he doing?"
"I have no idea. Probably something dumb."
"Has he changed since the last time I saw him?"
"If you want to know if he's still reckless and headstrong than, yes, he is. He isn't as bad as he used to be but he still thinks that everyone is helpless."
"You look different."
"Different how?"
"You just do."
"I have to call the men. Want to walk with me?"
"Sure." They walked out of the room in silence. "You carry yourself different."
"I do?"
"Yeah, and you're more serious. Not too serious but almost like... something traumatic happened to you."
"Something did. Have you heard of General Grievous?"
"Yeah."
"When I was almost 18 I went on a mission with Shaak, Master Eerin and Master Kenobi. They were captured and Anakin and I decided to storm the castle. I didn't know Grievous was there until the plan had been set into action. The plan went fine until the end. The ship that was to transport us off the roof didn't arrive in time and so we were fighting Grievous. Master Kenobi and Shaak were fighting Grievous while the rest of us took care of the droids. Grievous kicked Master Kenobi and knocked Shaak's lightsaber out of her hand. He was going to kill her but I got in the way. He impaled me an inch away form my heart."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I've learned a lot from that. I've also fought Grievous again, this time he was the one running away."
"You act as if it's nothing."
"It is nothing."
"Yeah, getting almost killed is nothing."
"And the council wondered why I didn't want to come on this mission," she grumbled.