Hangar

as i slowly walked the distance of the hangar, it was late evening and like i had promised, i had heeded Master Jade’s words… and slept… for a period of roughly 98 hours.

‘ashla can i hit snooze when i crash…’

approaching the ship that is designated, i saw what looked to be a holographic droid.

::Greetings master, I am PIXAR, classified as a Super Proxy Droid. My primary function is complete care of TS-108 and any passengers she carries::

“I am Diamonte Tuhlute, Jedi Master”

i was certainly shocked when the droid shimmered into my Blue naval coat with a miniature flying dragon on his shoulder

::excuse me Master, but there is a clerical error in your statement, according to the Jedi Dossier of one Diamonte Tuhlute, current ranking is Knight.::

“then run an update. you can scan me for a bio print, i am the real deal”

rather than performing as i wished, the Pixar droid returned to its base form and with a knowing look led me into the shuttle.

::master, there is a message for you in my banks. the man who recorded it claims to be responsible for the jedi temple security.. shall i play it?::

as i continued to rub water out of my eyes from the tears of exhaustion, I instructed Pixar to Take the ship into orbit, and prep the ship for a hyperspace jump.

Ever since sentients could speak, they wondered what made all this. What gods have created the world. Ever since they realised that blue skies are just reflections of molecules and clouds are water, not a heavenly kingdom where souls go, they wondered what powers drive the galaxy. Sure, the Force is one idea, there is also a group on a far away planet that believe in the powers of negativity and jinx. Why shouldnt there be a god to Irony?
This day, The God of Irony worked in misterious ways.

The yellow twilek slave walked into the Hangar out of curiosity. She had been mapping out the accademy for days, mingling with students and teachers alike, while waiting for results on the search on her old mistress. Seeing a new arrival, the casually clad twilek slave known as Number 5 took this as an opportunity to actually do some good here in the Accademy.

She walked htought that witch was bright with lights and fresh, clean, natural smell. Seeing a robed figure, she took the opportunity.

-5-
"Hello there. Got lost? I dont think I have seen you before around here. You all right?"

What was unusual and ironic about the Twilek was the fact that she wore a slaves collar on her neck.

-5-
"Nah, I am kinda sure this building is a couple hundred years old or so. They surely built on the hangar later, but I am sure its not new."

She said with an amused smirk. She cought him eyeing her neck and 5 realised one very important thing. She tugged at her collar playfully.

-5-
"Oh sheesh... Look, sir, I dont think I am the best person to represent your first meeting with the corellian jedi... Come, I shall try to find someone who is better at that. They are actually rather reluctant to slavery and also respectfull, witch is nice.
So, I am Five, its short, I know, but thats the number I got. What name did you get?"

She pulled her datapad and sent a text message to some kind of Jedi Temple dispatch or mainfraim that could resend requests for school supplies or schejuals or ask for a jedi to help. She took the last option, asking for some jedi bigwig to show up and not ruin this introduction.

He raised a quizzical eyebrow, everything was new to him since he had not seen any of it before and so the same could be said for the situation he found himself in, however the Twi'lek seemed to take his wording rather literally, perhaps the underlying smirk he saw curl her lips bellied a dry sarcasm.

Then she became rather flustered leaving Xeres to just look at her all the more quizzically; were they all like this? he wondered. However she mentioned that the Corellian Jedi were sympathetic toward slavery, stranger still then that she wore a slave collar. Xeres shrugged this off as she introduced herself as five, Xeres guessed this was a further remnant of her past as a slave and found himself smiling politely.

"Xeres, my name is Xeres."

She then pulled out a datapad and tapped away and moments later a small door to the right slid open and in walked, or rather more accurately glided another Twi'lek. Xeres arched an eyebrow as he watched this slender and seemingly rather less robust looking Female. Though no doubt no less attractive she seemed more refined, some might say cut from a different cloth, the two were very much like chalk and cheese. The taller more slender green Twi'lek bowed politely and introduced herself. She then politely asked if she could be of assistant and whilst Xeres mulled this over she welcomed him and asked if he had traveled far.

"Help, yes I am a little lost, my journey was long and I am tired."

Xeres replied honestly but he was not yet in a comfort zone where he wished to divulge his past with a complete stranger of whom he knew nothing about, yet she seemed polite enough and Xeres had no reason not to continue in a similar vein.

Xeres looked from Woman to Woman, something clearly passed between them, an unspoken something, what he did not know and it seemed that neither would speak of it here.

He arched an eyebrow; quarters, quarters that in comparison to his previous dwelling would no doubt be beyond his wildest imaginings, he could detect the kindness of course he could and he could see what was on offer here, he now had a life of endless potential and meaning, but that didn't make him grateful for it; it was not so easy to scrub away the past and familiarity and Xeres reckoned that even in the future, if one were to scrub hard enough over the surface of his skin they would reveal the Urchin beneath.

He inclined his head.

"A room, but I want it unadorned and of the lowest quality."

A peculiar request perhaps, perhaps maybe not, but he had his reasons, if he was going to be out of his comfort zone then he did not wish to stray too far. He needed time to transition the huge chasm that existed between his previous way of living and what would be this, this new way. Perhaps it didn't need to be new, perhaps he just needed to alter his thinking; yes, look at Xeres not as knew, just, just as different.

He then turned his head to the latest arrival, a vessel of some kind or another; Xeres was not overly familiar with starships, perhaps this newcomer could be some form of kin, Xeres waited with baited breath in the hope that someone like him would walk down that ramp.