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Five hours after Jaster had discovered six tiny problems
Jaster’s head hurt. “So your saying that though they all look the roughly the same age Trapper's the youngest at five followed by Wooley at six, then Waxer and Boil at seven and finally Cody and Obi-wan are aged ten years”
“That’s about right, apparently Cody almost got culled for having a slower that average growth rate and he’s due for a growth spurt any day now. The Jetii claims that he won’t start getting tall until he's about fourteen and that he’s always been at the bottom end of the spectrum for his species”.
His medic looked at him with a sour expression “Which I call bantha poo. While he ain’t starved he is borderline malnourished and has been for a while, which will affect his final height. Could be due to nerves, since when they left the med bay with Jango, for rations at least three of them were insisting that he ate everything on his plate, so they all know he has a problem, but long as its been going on this should have been pick up on by any competent medic, that it ain’t is worrying”
With a sigh his medic pinched her nose and continued “Look, Jango's little lookalikes apart from a bunch of scars are in better shape than Jango, The Jetii is a problem I can deal with, just don’t let any one try and separate them from the Jetii they won’t handle it well”
Looking up at her Jaster said “Cody’s the only one with a life debt. The others shouldn’t be a problem”
“Don’t let the lack of sleep make you stupid Jaster. Their vod the Jetii included, none of em will sleep right without the others in their line of sight. Now as your medic I order you to get some food and then at least five hours shut eye”
“Don’t think that this will make things clearer.”
“No, but you're less likely to stick your bucket where it will get stuck.”