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Kal Skirata was not a man who ever expected to be in this position; except, perhaps, with his own children. But they had pronounced him dar’buir, no longer their father.
But this situation was different, and just like with his Null boys, he was quickly finding himself growing increasingly attached to the 104 tiny cadets in front of him. But these children were not the Nulls, nor could he let himself think as much.
These boys are just miniature soldiers. They will grow, be trained, and leave. I can’t–
He tried telling himself that he couldn't get attached. But as he looked out over them, all lined up by squad, in neat little lines, he saw their individuality. The lad in the far left corner, trying so hard to keep himself still and the smile off his face as he looked at Kal. The boy in the middle, who helped his brother with how to properly hold the blasters that they were provided with.
They reminded him maybe a bit too much of the Nulls, who by now, although not by law, but by heart, were his sons. He sighed to himself.
Kal Skirata had only been on Kamino for a little over a year. He knew he was in too deep.
But letting his eyes sweep across the cadets once more, he decided to take the leap, and dive further, consequences be damned.