Post by doomsdaylee on May 17, 2009 1:44:27 GMT -5
Please note: I'm not a fan of Star Wars. But the cartoon and Kotor interest me, so I gave wirting it a shot. How did I do?
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The sun crept through the windows of the upper city home, waking the young daughter of the Tarnisan home. The female groaned, rolling over, trying to shield her small face from the sun, ducking her face under the large down comforter. She knew from experience that one of the house slaves would be in soon to get her for her morning activities. Sure as the sun rising, the door opened, and the female whined, worming her head under the blanket.
"Young Lady..." The Twi'lek slave started warningly, her basic clear as day, and an edge of amusement in her voice. This had happened before. It happened most mornings, due to the young ones reluctance to mornings. "It's morning."
"Nooooo..." The female whined from under the covers.
"Come now, young lady, we both know what's going to happen." The slave said with a soft chuckle as she edged towards the massive four-posted bed.
"No!" Came the short bark of a word from the little girl, a big smile on her face. She didn't want to get up, but she DID know what was going to happen.
"Well, I wonder what your mother would say?" The slave cooed, slowly reaching towards the covers. Suddenly, the Twi'lek grabbed a handful of the blanket, flipped it back, and scooped the small child up into her arms. The little girl squealed and giggled as the Twi'lek laughed herself holding the small girl to her. "Come now, little one, It's time to ready yourself for breakfast."
"But I wanna sleeeep." The child whined, looking up at the Twi'lek. "Twi-Lee?" The little five-year old asked, a familiar look in her eye, using the name she had dubbed the Twi'lek with when she was even younger, in her inability to say Twi'lek. The slave knew what question she was about to ask.
"Yes young one?" She responded, setting down the child, taking her tiny hand, and beginning to head for the washroom with her.
"Why do I glow? Nobody else does. Not you, or Mommy, or Daddy. And no one else has wings like mine either." The slave bit her lip, thinking of a response.
"It's because you're a very, very special little girl."
"But mommy is very special! And she doesn't glow! Or have wings!"
"Well...That just shows how super-special you are!"
"Really?"
"Mmm." The slave nodded. "Now little one, wash your hands and face and get ready for breakfast. You need to be presentable for your parents."
"Ok. See you at Breakfast Twi-Lee." The girl said as she shut the door.
"See you Nabai." The slave said with a small smile, before heading off to assist in serving the food.
When Nabai sat at the table, her six, small wings tucked neatly behind her, and her long blonde hair tied into a neat pony-tail. Her cloths, as usual, were wrinkle-free, trim and pressed, as her parents preferred. Climbing up onto her seat, Nabai folded her hands politely, as was expected of a Tarisian noble child, and awaited for the food and her parents to arrive. When they did, as usual, it was quiet and dignified. Her father, Atton Tana, an intelligent man who was often not home, due to his job as a miner foreman on distant planets. However, he had always wanted to stay home to be with his daughter and wife as much as possible. He was a proud human man, with a square jaw and a short hair cut, his nose strait, but not large. His body spoke of his former job as a miner, his body wide and strong, stuffed into a small fancy suit. Today must've been some kind of fancy dinner thing. Nabai wasn't required to attend them...yet. But in a few years, she'd be expected to attended. At his arm was her mother, the known defect in their family. Nabai's mother, Vinas Tana, was a beautiful human woman, with a perfectly curved body, and a perfectly radiant smile. However, the flaw was her eyes. She was a fourth Miraluka, and because of this, she was born without any eyes. However, unlike the Mirakluka, who made up for this with Force Sight, she had none. This left Nabai's mother completely blinded. Despite this, the woman was a very smart, and well respected noble-woman. Her father, Nabai's grandfather, had been one of the first to welcome the Sith to Taris, and had set up a shop at the landing port, selling them a great deal of equipment, before selling it to the Czerka corp. for a great deal of money. This bought them a great deal of wealth, and because of that, nobility. Nabai's mother made her living as a merchant, just as her father, and was well respected for doing the job, blinded, with only two droids as security. She needed no help with credits or finding her wares. Vinas wasn't dressed up at all, staying home, as usual, to tutor her daughter, instead of fumbling around at the fancy dinner. Her parents took their seats, and, as soon as the Twi'lek slave, named Ani'Val, arrived with the breakfast, they began eating in their quiet, dignified way.
"Hi Mommy, Daddy." Nabai said quietly, a smile on her face. She knew better than to run and hug them. Ani smiled as she passed, than frowned a little. The Master and his wife seemed to love their daughter enough, but there always seemed to be a certain...distance between parents and child. Ani thought at one time that it was due to the child being an alien, but that couldn't have been it. They wouldn't have adopted her if that was it. And she was a pure Diathim, so it couldn't be because Vinas had cheated on Atton.
Perhaps it was because of their standing. As far as Ani knew, nobles all acted like this. She shrugged, and continued with her duties...
Five years later....
Nabai plucked at the neck of her dress, a small frown on her face. She hated how the cloth gripped her throat. Even thought the dress was silk, it scraped at her arms and neck, wherever it ended. Her hand was slapped away from her neck by Vinas. Her mother glared at her from behind her eye-band.
"This is a formal event young lady, and you will act as such." Nabai wondered how her sightless mother knew she was plucking, but stopped as she looked about the ball, sitting strait, as she knew she was supposed to. Nabai had grown into a lovely little ten year old girl, her hair had gone uncut, now, even in it's pony-tail, reached the small of her back. The silk dress was blue, bright as the sky. Nabai, since her tenth birthday, had decided that these "parties" weren't for her. Although, she did get a lot of attention at them. From both children her own age and from teenagers. Nabai was told to sit her straitest and look her prettiest whenever they came towards her, as it would make her a lot of friends, and for the most part, that was right. Nabai had made a lot of friends, although, she wasn't allowed to play with them. Nabai was still happy to see them during the formal gatherings, even if she DID have to wear the dress. Vinas suddenly stood up, and put a hand on Nabai's head.
"Stay here, I must go and discuss adult things." Vinas said simply. Nabai didn't respond, as she knew the situation required no input from her. Vinas moved to the other room, leaving the little Diathim on her own.
Four years later....
Ani'val sighed contentedly, wandering about the manor. She had some time off, seeing as all her duties were completed early. She was on her way to see Nabai, when she passed the masters open bed-room. She started to hurry past, so as not to hear anything she wasn't supposed to, when she over-heard talk of selling a slave.
"I told you Atton, she's been ready for sale for two years now."
"I don't know...I still think we should let her grow for a little longer."
"We've gotten many generous offers." Vinas insisted. Ani mused who they were speaking of. There WAS a new slave recently, and she was quite young. Slaves were often sold at birth, and raised by their masters, so they were used to working. Than, it struck Ani. The master and his wife weren't slave traders... where they?
"Still. Are you sure she's mature enough to be bought as a pleasure slave?" A pleasure slave!? They couldn't! A female sold for sex!? Likely to some Hutt...
"Davik is getting impatient. He's the one who gave her to us, and he undoubtably expects a large cut, and soon. It's been fourteen years." Fourteen years? They couldn't be talking about...
"Nabai is an Angel. We're sure to get plenty of offers." Ani gasped, bringing the master and his wifes attention. The Twi'lek backed away as she heard the master rising, and a blaster being charged, and ran down the halls, going for the kitchen, where Nabai liked to spend her time.
"Nabai!" She cried. Nabai looked up from the cooking knife she was holding, and smiled, not knowing of what was going on.
"Ani!" She said happily.
"Nabai, run! The ma-" was all the Twi'lek got out, before a small hole appeared in her chest, the blaster shot cleanly sizzling through. The Twi'lek gasped for a moment, as if shocked, reached her hand out for Nabai, mouthing a word in her native tongue, before collapsing at Nabai's feet. The young Diathim shrieked, dropping the knife, and going to help the dead Twi'lek. Looking up, she saw her parents.
"Mother! Father! Ani! She's been sho-" She stopped, seeing the blaster, and put two and two together. She gasped. "F-Father..."
"I am not your father, Nabai. I am your owner." Atton said coldly. "And now, Nabai, it is time to sell you."
"So, you agree with me now?" Vinas said quietly.
"Now that she's seen us kill that dredge, we've no choice. I was hoping to wait until you were eighteen, but circumstances have changed." Nabais hand shook, her voice uneven, filled with fear and hurt.
"S-Sell me?"
"You're a Diathim, slave, one of the most beautiful creatures in the galaxy. A Hutt has taken notice of this...You are to be sold as his sex slave."
"N-No..."
"Yes, the Hutt has...peculiar tastes, but he pays well, so I don't care." Nabai turned to the kitchen table, fear in her eyes and movements. "Now, come here." When Nabai didn't move, trying to collect herself, Atton stepped forwards, grabbing her arm. "Let's go!"
"No!" She screamed, her body acting on survival instinct now, wrapping her hand around a tenderizer and bringing it, spiky side first, to Atton's temple. Atton fell with a thud, and Nabai's hand came down a second time, cracking through his skull. Vinas suddenly became very vulnerable. She fell to the floor, gropeing around.
"Atton? Atton!? What happened?" Nabai silently rose her arm, and ended the hybrids life with one quick swing. The blood spattered onto her face, mingling with the tears that now flowed freely. The young Angel sat down in the middle of the kitchen, ringed by the three she trusted most, all now dead, and sobbed. wiping both blood and tears away from her face. She crawled over to Ani, and curled in the dead Twi'leks arms, and stayed there until the warmth faded from her body.
Nabai decided to go and tell the Sith that her family had been murdered, after washing the blood off her face. She wouldn't tell them that she had done it, but she'd tell them that they were in the exchange. The girl rose shakily, and headed for the city. As she went for the door, it suddenly opened on it's own. Nabai cringed in fear, but no attack came. Looking up, she saw a human woman in a brown robe, and a compassionate look on her face. Something about this woman secured Nabai, and she suddenly broke into tears again, clutching at the womans robes as she was taken into her arms. No words were needed, and Nabai followed when she was led away. Sooner than Nabai knew, she was on a ship, leaving Taris, with the womans droid piloting them towards an unknown world. Nabai sat in a seat towards the back of the ship, curled into herself when the woman rose from the co-pilot seat, walking towards Nabai, sitting softly beside her, putting an arm around the girl, and letting her cry. After Nabai sobbed, the woman spoke softly.
"Youngling..." She began. "My name is Arin...I can't imagine how hard it must be for you...but I need to ask. What had happened at your home?" Nabai's lip shook, preparing to lie, but suddenly, the truth burst out.
"I killed them...My par-...Mo-..them..."
"Who, dear? You're parents?" Nabai shook her head.
"They I was a slave. I thought they were my parents...They said I was to be sold as a sex slave to a...a...Hutt? Yes...A Hutt.." This caused a gasp from Arin.
"A...Oh my...How could they? How long did they own you?"
"I don't know...They've been my parents since I can remeber."
"Disgusting...Listen, Youngling... What's you're name?"
"I'm...Nabai."
"Nabai...I am a Jedi."
"Jedi? What's that?" Nabai asked, sniffling, wiping away her tears.
"We're a order of beings whom The Force acts through. Do you know what that is?" Nabai shook her head. "The Force is...Well, even we're not sure. Some think it is a thinking being that grants us strenght. Others think it's a tool to be manipulated. I personally think.." She stopped, smiling softly. "I'm sorry, you probably don't care."
"No...No, please...continue." Nabai's eyes were dry and full of wonder, her thoughts distracted by this strange and wonderus new discovery. Arin smiled a little brighter.
"Very well. I think The Force is a...well, I don't think that it thinks, but I do think that it feels. This is why my order can feel when things go wrong through The Force. This could also be why Miraluka, though blind, can see through the Force. Perhaps it is a way of The Force compensating for what nature lacked." Arin shook her head. "In any case, dear youngling, we are known as the Jedi...I tell you this because we have felt a power in you, little Nabai. A power just as ours. This is what we call Force sensetive. We want to welcome you to our order, Nabai. To make you a Jedi."
"Well...What IS a Jedi?" Nabai asked, having been sheltered her whole life. She had heard whispers of the Jedi, of course, but never had she seen one.
"A Jedi is, first and formost, a peace-keeper. One who stands as a bastion of rightousness and justi-"
"And I can join!?" She said quickly.
"W-Well, if the Council agrees. And in your case, I don't doubt they will." Nabai's throat threatened to close as tears of joy sprang to her eyes. Nabai had decided: She wanted to join the Jedi, so she could make sure things like this never happened again. Not to anyone.
"Thank you...So much..."
Three Years Later...
Nabai sat, her body cloaked in the brown robe that the Jedi clad themselves in, her legs crossed, her wings closed and down, and eyes clamped shut in meditation. Around her, she used the force to levitate a chair, three shoes some unfortunate apprentices had left out, and a small weight the Masters had given her. She didn't realize this, so deep was she in her meditation. The council members looked on her from the
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The sun crept through the windows of the upper city home, waking the young daughter of the Tarnisan home. The female groaned, rolling over, trying to shield her small face from the sun, ducking her face under the large down comforter. She knew from experience that one of the house slaves would be in soon to get her for her morning activities. Sure as the sun rising, the door opened, and the female whined, worming her head under the blanket.
"Young Lady..." The Twi'lek slave started warningly, her basic clear as day, and an edge of amusement in her voice. This had happened before. It happened most mornings, due to the young ones reluctance to mornings. "It's morning."
"Nooooo..." The female whined from under the covers.
"Come now, young lady, we both know what's going to happen." The slave said with a soft chuckle as she edged towards the massive four-posted bed.
"No!" Came the short bark of a word from the little girl, a big smile on her face. She didn't want to get up, but she DID know what was going to happen.
"Well, I wonder what your mother would say?" The slave cooed, slowly reaching towards the covers. Suddenly, the Twi'lek grabbed a handful of the blanket, flipped it back, and scooped the small child up into her arms. The little girl squealed and giggled as the Twi'lek laughed herself holding the small girl to her. "Come now, little one, It's time to ready yourself for breakfast."
"But I wanna sleeeep." The child whined, looking up at the Twi'lek. "Twi-Lee?" The little five-year old asked, a familiar look in her eye, using the name she had dubbed the Twi'lek with when she was even younger, in her inability to say Twi'lek. The slave knew what question she was about to ask.
"Yes young one?" She responded, setting down the child, taking her tiny hand, and beginning to head for the washroom with her.
"Why do I glow? Nobody else does. Not you, or Mommy, or Daddy. And no one else has wings like mine either." The slave bit her lip, thinking of a response.
"It's because you're a very, very special little girl."
"But mommy is very special! And she doesn't glow! Or have wings!"
"Well...That just shows how super-special you are!"
"Really?"
"Mmm." The slave nodded. "Now little one, wash your hands and face and get ready for breakfast. You need to be presentable for your parents."
"Ok. See you at Breakfast Twi-Lee." The girl said as she shut the door.
"See you Nabai." The slave said with a small smile, before heading off to assist in serving the food.
When Nabai sat at the table, her six, small wings tucked neatly behind her, and her long blonde hair tied into a neat pony-tail. Her cloths, as usual, were wrinkle-free, trim and pressed, as her parents preferred. Climbing up onto her seat, Nabai folded her hands politely, as was expected of a Tarisian noble child, and awaited for the food and her parents to arrive. When they did, as usual, it was quiet and dignified. Her father, Atton Tana, an intelligent man who was often not home, due to his job as a miner foreman on distant planets. However, he had always wanted to stay home to be with his daughter and wife as much as possible. He was a proud human man, with a square jaw and a short hair cut, his nose strait, but not large. His body spoke of his former job as a miner, his body wide and strong, stuffed into a small fancy suit. Today must've been some kind of fancy dinner thing. Nabai wasn't required to attend them...yet. But in a few years, she'd be expected to attended. At his arm was her mother, the known defect in their family. Nabai's mother, Vinas Tana, was a beautiful human woman, with a perfectly curved body, and a perfectly radiant smile. However, the flaw was her eyes. She was a fourth Miraluka, and because of this, she was born without any eyes. However, unlike the Mirakluka, who made up for this with Force Sight, she had none. This left Nabai's mother completely blinded. Despite this, the woman was a very smart, and well respected noble-woman. Her father, Nabai's grandfather, had been one of the first to welcome the Sith to Taris, and had set up a shop at the landing port, selling them a great deal of equipment, before selling it to the Czerka corp. for a great deal of money. This bought them a great deal of wealth, and because of that, nobility. Nabai's mother made her living as a merchant, just as her father, and was well respected for doing the job, blinded, with only two droids as security. She needed no help with credits or finding her wares. Vinas wasn't dressed up at all, staying home, as usual, to tutor her daughter, instead of fumbling around at the fancy dinner. Her parents took their seats, and, as soon as the Twi'lek slave, named Ani'Val, arrived with the breakfast, they began eating in their quiet, dignified way.
"Hi Mommy, Daddy." Nabai said quietly, a smile on her face. She knew better than to run and hug them. Ani smiled as she passed, than frowned a little. The Master and his wife seemed to love their daughter enough, but there always seemed to be a certain...distance between parents and child. Ani thought at one time that it was due to the child being an alien, but that couldn't have been it. They wouldn't have adopted her if that was it. And she was a pure Diathim, so it couldn't be because Vinas had cheated on Atton.
Perhaps it was because of their standing. As far as Ani knew, nobles all acted like this. She shrugged, and continued with her duties...
Five years later....
Nabai plucked at the neck of her dress, a small frown on her face. She hated how the cloth gripped her throat. Even thought the dress was silk, it scraped at her arms and neck, wherever it ended. Her hand was slapped away from her neck by Vinas. Her mother glared at her from behind her eye-band.
"This is a formal event young lady, and you will act as such." Nabai wondered how her sightless mother knew she was plucking, but stopped as she looked about the ball, sitting strait, as she knew she was supposed to. Nabai had grown into a lovely little ten year old girl, her hair had gone uncut, now, even in it's pony-tail, reached the small of her back. The silk dress was blue, bright as the sky. Nabai, since her tenth birthday, had decided that these "parties" weren't for her. Although, she did get a lot of attention at them. From both children her own age and from teenagers. Nabai was told to sit her straitest and look her prettiest whenever they came towards her, as it would make her a lot of friends, and for the most part, that was right. Nabai had made a lot of friends, although, she wasn't allowed to play with them. Nabai was still happy to see them during the formal gatherings, even if she DID have to wear the dress. Vinas suddenly stood up, and put a hand on Nabai's head.
"Stay here, I must go and discuss adult things." Vinas said simply. Nabai didn't respond, as she knew the situation required no input from her. Vinas moved to the other room, leaving the little Diathim on her own.
Four years later....
Ani'val sighed contentedly, wandering about the manor. She had some time off, seeing as all her duties were completed early. She was on her way to see Nabai, when she passed the masters open bed-room. She started to hurry past, so as not to hear anything she wasn't supposed to, when she over-heard talk of selling a slave.
"I told you Atton, she's been ready for sale for two years now."
"I don't know...I still think we should let her grow for a little longer."
"We've gotten many generous offers." Vinas insisted. Ani mused who they were speaking of. There WAS a new slave recently, and she was quite young. Slaves were often sold at birth, and raised by their masters, so they were used to working. Than, it struck Ani. The master and his wife weren't slave traders... where they?
"Still. Are you sure she's mature enough to be bought as a pleasure slave?" A pleasure slave!? They couldn't! A female sold for sex!? Likely to some Hutt...
"Davik is getting impatient. He's the one who gave her to us, and he undoubtably expects a large cut, and soon. It's been fourteen years." Fourteen years? They couldn't be talking about...
"Nabai is an Angel. We're sure to get plenty of offers." Ani gasped, bringing the master and his wifes attention. The Twi'lek backed away as she heard the master rising, and a blaster being charged, and ran down the halls, going for the kitchen, where Nabai liked to spend her time.
"Nabai!" She cried. Nabai looked up from the cooking knife she was holding, and smiled, not knowing of what was going on.
"Ani!" She said happily.
"Nabai, run! The ma-" was all the Twi'lek got out, before a small hole appeared in her chest, the blaster shot cleanly sizzling through. The Twi'lek gasped for a moment, as if shocked, reached her hand out for Nabai, mouthing a word in her native tongue, before collapsing at Nabai's feet. The young Diathim shrieked, dropping the knife, and going to help the dead Twi'lek. Looking up, she saw her parents.
"Mother! Father! Ani! She's been sho-" She stopped, seeing the blaster, and put two and two together. She gasped. "F-Father..."
"I am not your father, Nabai. I am your owner." Atton said coldly. "And now, Nabai, it is time to sell you."
"So, you agree with me now?" Vinas said quietly.
"Now that she's seen us kill that dredge, we've no choice. I was hoping to wait until you were eighteen, but circumstances have changed." Nabais hand shook, her voice uneven, filled with fear and hurt.
"S-Sell me?"
"You're a Diathim, slave, one of the most beautiful creatures in the galaxy. A Hutt has taken notice of this...You are to be sold as his sex slave."
"N-No..."
"Yes, the Hutt has...peculiar tastes, but he pays well, so I don't care." Nabai turned to the kitchen table, fear in her eyes and movements. "Now, come here." When Nabai didn't move, trying to collect herself, Atton stepped forwards, grabbing her arm. "Let's go!"
"No!" She screamed, her body acting on survival instinct now, wrapping her hand around a tenderizer and bringing it, spiky side first, to Atton's temple. Atton fell with a thud, and Nabai's hand came down a second time, cracking through his skull. Vinas suddenly became very vulnerable. She fell to the floor, gropeing around.
"Atton? Atton!? What happened?" Nabai silently rose her arm, and ended the hybrids life with one quick swing. The blood spattered onto her face, mingling with the tears that now flowed freely. The young Angel sat down in the middle of the kitchen, ringed by the three she trusted most, all now dead, and sobbed. wiping both blood and tears away from her face. She crawled over to Ani, and curled in the dead Twi'leks arms, and stayed there until the warmth faded from her body.
Nabai decided to go and tell the Sith that her family had been murdered, after washing the blood off her face. She wouldn't tell them that she had done it, but she'd tell them that they were in the exchange. The girl rose shakily, and headed for the city. As she went for the door, it suddenly opened on it's own. Nabai cringed in fear, but no attack came. Looking up, she saw a human woman in a brown robe, and a compassionate look on her face. Something about this woman secured Nabai, and she suddenly broke into tears again, clutching at the womans robes as she was taken into her arms. No words were needed, and Nabai followed when she was led away. Sooner than Nabai knew, she was on a ship, leaving Taris, with the womans droid piloting them towards an unknown world. Nabai sat in a seat towards the back of the ship, curled into herself when the woman rose from the co-pilot seat, walking towards Nabai, sitting softly beside her, putting an arm around the girl, and letting her cry. After Nabai sobbed, the woman spoke softly.
"Youngling..." She began. "My name is Arin...I can't imagine how hard it must be for you...but I need to ask. What had happened at your home?" Nabai's lip shook, preparing to lie, but suddenly, the truth burst out.
"I killed them...My par-...Mo-..them..."
"Who, dear? You're parents?" Nabai shook her head.
"They I was a slave. I thought they were my parents...They said I was to be sold as a sex slave to a...a...Hutt? Yes...A Hutt.." This caused a gasp from Arin.
"A...Oh my...How could they? How long did they own you?"
"I don't know...They've been my parents since I can remeber."
"Disgusting...Listen, Youngling... What's you're name?"
"I'm...Nabai."
"Nabai...I am a Jedi."
"Jedi? What's that?" Nabai asked, sniffling, wiping away her tears.
"We're a order of beings whom The Force acts through. Do you know what that is?" Nabai shook her head. "The Force is...Well, even we're not sure. Some think it is a thinking being that grants us strenght. Others think it's a tool to be manipulated. I personally think.." She stopped, smiling softly. "I'm sorry, you probably don't care."
"No...No, please...continue." Nabai's eyes were dry and full of wonder, her thoughts distracted by this strange and wonderus new discovery. Arin smiled a little brighter.
"Very well. I think The Force is a...well, I don't think that it thinks, but I do think that it feels. This is why my order can feel when things go wrong through The Force. This could also be why Miraluka, though blind, can see through the Force. Perhaps it is a way of The Force compensating for what nature lacked." Arin shook her head. "In any case, dear youngling, we are known as the Jedi...I tell you this because we have felt a power in you, little Nabai. A power just as ours. This is what we call Force sensetive. We want to welcome you to our order, Nabai. To make you a Jedi."
"Well...What IS a Jedi?" Nabai asked, having been sheltered her whole life. She had heard whispers of the Jedi, of course, but never had she seen one.
"A Jedi is, first and formost, a peace-keeper. One who stands as a bastion of rightousness and justi-"
"And I can join!?" She said quickly.
"W-Well, if the Council agrees. And in your case, I don't doubt they will." Nabai's throat threatened to close as tears of joy sprang to her eyes. Nabai had decided: She wanted to join the Jedi, so she could make sure things like this never happened again. Not to anyone.
"Thank you...So much..."
Three Years Later...
Nabai sat, her body cloaked in the brown robe that the Jedi clad themselves in, her legs crossed, her wings closed and down, and eyes clamped shut in meditation. Around her, she used the force to levitate a chair, three shoes some unfortunate apprentices had left out, and a small weight the Masters had given her. She didn't realize this, so deep was she in her meditation. The council members looked on her from the