OOM: First Meeting, part I

[iprotectyou]

"Your parents are dead."

Eight-year-old Baze didn't hear anymore after Master Sheotar said that damning statement. Her voice, thin and strained with the news, faded away in his ears. He heard her speak for as long as he was able, and then fled the room, hot tears blinding him as he ran down the halls of the Temple of the Kyber.

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[iprotectyou]

Master Sheotar watches the vaulting with no small amount of amusement glinting in her eyes. "I'm sorry about that," she says, holding her hands up in a placating gesture that she forgets he cannot see. "We won't hurt you again. We just want to see if you can use the Force, like your friend thinks you can."

Baze unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth. "Go with her, Chirrut. I'm curious, too."

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Chirrut tilts his head this way and that, trying to get a read on them, trying to figure out his best plan. He could run, he knows. They're spread out enough that he has room, if he really tries.

He promised.

And it seems to be important. To Baze, at least.

...

Would it really be so bad, to be a Jedi? Then he could force the bullies in the market to leave the smaller kids alone.

"Baze comes too."

[iprotectyou]

Baze squirms under Master Sheotar's intense gaze. She assesses him for a few painful moments, and then bows her head. "Very well," she says stiffly, making a sharp gesture towards Baze to encourage him to come. He all but falls off his stool, and chooses to cross to Chirrut instead, taking his hand.

(Continued here.)