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A warm breeze whispered through the hut as the morning light came in through the windows. Crouched beside a simmering pot, a Togruta hummed quietly as they stirred. They raised the wooden spoon to their lips, blowing softly before they took a taste of the stew. Making a disapproving sound, they tilted their head and held out a hand to the nearby pantry. The door gently opened, and a container floated steadily into their hand. They smiled softly, murmuring, “This should do the trick.”
As they unscrewed the lid, they felt a pull at the edge of their mind, one they hadn’t felt in a long time. They winced, dropping the seasoning container. This was different than the last time. This was a single voice, a bittersweet voice. They had seen him in dreams, seen him and his brothers and the girl they now stewarded. This was different. They closed their eyes, breathing deeply. They couldn’t see him, not clearly, but he was in danger; they could feel his heartbeat, the wind. He was afraid, but that was not a new feeling; good soldiers felt fear, but did not let it overtake them. They could hear voices, calling to him. Wrecker, they could hear. As they took steadying breaths, they reached out, gently. As seconds passed, they could feel him more clearly, the same sharp mind they had fallen in love with. They could feel as a calm overtook his mind, a clarity; then, resolve, acceptance, and love. Love for those he had lost, love for those he was protecting. They could see him now, dangling in the air, hand at his holster. His brown eyes fixed upwards at his brothers and sister.
“When have we ever followed orders?”
The shot rang clear, and the Togruta snapped back to their hut, gasping. Their face was wet, their eyes blurred with tears they hadn’t realized were coming. They remained crouched, reeling, their hands trembling in their lap. They barely registered shuffling behind them, before small hands and a small voice stirred them.
“Mama?”
They turned, meeting large, curious brown eyes and soft brown curls. A smile pulled at their lips, and they wrapped their arms around their gift. “Good morning, my little love.”