Star Wars AU Inamesame pt 1

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Throughout the temple, Amelia keeps hearing the rumors.

She doesn’t have to try very hard either. She thinks that’s kind of disappointing. Gossip and mystery are her favorite things to poke her nose into, to the chagrin of Kronii. It’s not the Jedi way but Amelia is far too invested at that point to give a hoot. She was young, yes, but she wasn’t stupid. Besides, they were warriors of justice, right? Crime solving is justice. In a way. Right?

She justifies that, but she doesn’t have to go far for answers for this one.

The whole temple knows. Everyone is talking about it. She passes by masters in the grand halls and hears quiet utterings. Shadow creature is murmured. Strange happenings are whispered again. Something new was happening. It was exciting. The other padawans don’t exactly share her sentiment.

“Don’t even try it.” Calli is pointing at her, eyes sharp.

Amelia thinks that’s unfair. She hadn’t even said anything. She crosses her arms, “You can’t tell me you’re not curious. Two new, strange apprentices are around. Everyone’s talking about them but there’s not been a single sign of them. Aren’t you curious?”

“Curiosity killed the padawan,” Calli mutters. She’s busy fiddling with her comm pieces. Of everyone in the temple, Amelia thinks Calli is going to end up being some kind of radio tower with how many people she keeps in contact with. That might also have to do with her upcoming trials.

“Well,” Amelia huffs, “If you see them-”

“Not saying shit.”

“C’mon! I’m on your team!”

Calli groans, “Watson, I have to focus, go bother someone else.”

Well fine.

Kiara is much happier to indulge her. Amelia thinks it's a shame Calli is moving on faster than the rest of them. As far as she could remember, Kiara and Calli had been neck in neck in the arms race for Jedi Knight. There had been hiccups on both ends for that, but Kiara ended up falling short. Amelia doesn’t think that’s the whole case. There’s something there that’s not talked about, something that makes Kiara hide behind her bangs and clam up. Amelia even took one for the team to ask her master what was wrong and got next to nothing but a door slam in her face.

Kiara doesn’t let this get to her. She’s a ball of electric energy, kicking her feet and excitedly beckoning to Amelia with her hands. Amelia smiles. They sit side by side.

“I know.” Kiara nudges her conspiratorially, her grin huge with mischief, “Isn’t it odd? From what I heard, they brought in a Sith!”

Amelia snorts, “Okay.”

Kiara laughs shortly, “Okay that might be a stretch. What if they did though?”

“Kiara, be real.”

“I’m real! I’m so real.” Kiara waves her hand. Amelia feels the tug on the Force as a mug flies across the room into Kiara’s hand. Kiara is twisting it upside down and putting it down onto her thigh. “Look, see what they’re doing? It’s genius. It’s like a womp rat trap. Get the little sith apprentices and nab them back.”

“You can’t come back.” Amelia reminds. She runs that through her head and mutters, “I mean, at least I don’t think so. Once you’re gone, you’re gone.”

“But what if something has changed.” Kiara gossips. She’s swaying with excitement. “Think about it! Hasn’t the council been kinda evasive recently?”

That’s true. Amelia leans back on her hands and hums. She isn’t friends with anyone outside of Kiara and Calli. A lot of that was because they were apprentices of the Jedi Council. You had to have the stuff for that, according to Calli anyway. The council teaches classes for younglings, but other than that, there’s a huge lack of apprentices from them. There had to be certain talents they could train.

“Do you think,” Amelia ventures slowly, “that these newcomers have talent?”

“You mean you think someone from the council is training them?” Kiara tilts her head. “I dunno, that sounds even wilder. Then again, isn’t Fauna really good about that? Ya know, considering Calli was-” She waves her hand. Amelia nods.

“Maybe.” Amelia kicks her feet. “Calli was kinda off about the details, but she has been busy.”

Kiara smiles. It’s a different kind of smile. Amelia names it the Calli Smile. The fiery girl dims down to a low burning flame, shy and kindling with something affectionate as she taps her feet together.

“I hope she passes her trials.” Kiara murmurs.

Amelia side-eyes her. She hums with agreement but doesn’t say more. She thinks if Kiara looked less fragile, she’d prod her for details. There was a mystery surrounding the two, but Amelia holds her tongue. Instead, she nudges the girl with her shoulder. Kiara obligingly leans her head against Amelia’s arm.

“She will,” Amelia says. “In the meantime, let's go get some food.”

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