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Sunday afternoon and chaos. A stray dog is terrorising Upper Coruscant and has entered their gallery. Fierce and scheduled for euthanasia, says Animal Control. Stay away.
But the pieces in their gallery are at stake. So they seal the gallery, review their security footage and hunt it.
A whine. Luthen plunges his hands into the bottom of the shelf. Kleya sets her blaster to stun. What emerges is a ball of fur. Black, white, orange, blue. Bluer eyes. Luthen holds it up. All its paws paddle the air, as if it were swimming.
A runt.
They should hand it to Animal Control. But it takes on a life of its own and latches on to them. It noses the crook of Luthen’s elbow. It licks Kleya’s face. They end up on the floor, feeding it and playing with it all afternoon.
“We can’t keep it, Kleya. Not in an establishment like this.”
“I know.”
So they quietly release the runt come nightfall. Yet the security footage inexplicably remains in their gallery’s archives. Their smiles and laughter melding together like sunshine.
It is what the ISB finds years later and uses to pronounce her his daughter. It is what the ISB sees instantly, that they could not.
