Gloopra let out a long exhale as he stared at the comm-link. It was taking some time to connect, as well as to answer. He sat, eyes closed, quietly meditating as he waited for it to connect. Finally, the visage of a woman appeared in the comm-link. She was
tall, wearing an ornate head-dress and facial tattoo's. He bowed to her. "Kalai, I have questions I need answered." He said. The woman crossed her arms and gave him a stare of mild annoyance.
"11 months since our last communication, and your first words are to demand answers?" she asked. She then laughed and shook her head. "You truly are a Jedi. But, very well, I will answer."
"I have discovered a Dark Force user on a planet in the outer rim. He calls himself "Blank" I need to know if he is one of yours?" The woman looked him up and down.
"It is most likely a false name. I doubt he is one of ours, though, the only male in recent memory to spend any considerable amount of time with us was you. Mikasha took a Nightbrother as her mate, but they have never left the planet."
"I doubt he is a Nightbrother, they aren't exactly known for allowing outsiders into the clan."
"And we are?" Kalai pouted.
"The difference is that the Nightbrothers weren't almost wiped out in recent memory. Besides, he feels more like a Sith. That callous coldness in his eyes..." He replied. They then stood, staring at each other for almost a minute.
"Greeta succeeded in her right of Passage." Kalai finally said.
"That is good. She is strong... Do you know the current condition of Akrosh?" he asked.
"Last time I had any communication with him, he had managed to make his way to full Warrior. But, he is alive to the best of my knowledge." They then sat for another minute of silence.
"I will be getting some leave soon. I was planning on visiting. Seeing you, Greeta and, maybe, Akrosh." He sighed. Kalai looked at him sternly.
"You need to let it go... He doesn't want to join the Order. He is happy where he is."
"You know damn well why I can't let it go." He grunted.
"If that's how you feel, don't bother coming to see us, it'll just turn into another argument." She pouted.
"He should have been raised by the order. You are the one that sent him to the Brothers. You can't keep sweeping under the rug the fact that my son is a Nightbrother, when he should be a Jedi. You didn't give him the choice, you didn't give me the choice!" He shouted.
"Tell me, were he raised by the Jedi, would he have wanted to become a Nightbrother?" Gloopra sat down again. "You wanted him in your world, I wanted him in mine. You may be his father, but I'm his mother and... You were the one that went on that deep undercover mission for 3 YEARS!!! I couldn't contact you. They are supposed to be given to the brothers as soon as they are able to eat solid food, you know this. I wasn't about to go against Mother Shelish's law and just waltzing up to the Jedi Temple and saying "Hi, by the way, this is Gloopra's half Dathomirian son. He spent 2 years living on one of the places you despise most" would have gone very well for him, wouldn't it?" Gloopra looked down.
"I..." He groaned.
"I understand... But, the fact still remains... Akrosh is in their world. Arguing will solve nothing." At that point, Gloopra heard a baby crying in the background. He looked up. Kalai slipped out of the hologram for a minute, before coming back with the crying infant.
"Is..." He asked, slowly. Kalai nodded.
"HE is..." She smiled. "He just awoke."
"This one is coming to the temple with me." He said, sternly. She laughed.
"That... Is fair." She smiled. She waved a finger above his face. The baby looked almost human, but he had the blue orb eyes of a Rodian as well as the Antenae and the pointed ears. His skin was mostly grey with a few green blotches.
"Hello, little one... I will meet you soon, in person..." He said in baby talk, before beginning to sing in Rodian, a lullaby he had found in one of the archives. The baby yawned.
"You never held any of them, did you?" She asked. He shook his head. "It is almost time for the feeding, I need to go. I will give Greeta your regards." He smiled and finished the comm, the hologram disappeared. He turned around, a little smile on his face. He needed to name the child. It didn't matter what the Witches named him, he would have to be given to the temple anonymously in order to keep his family's identity a secret. He got up and walked to the door. For just a moment, this whole crisis seemed... So far away. He would get the chance to raise a son right. He left the room and bowed to the guards, before walking back to the wardroom, seeing if there was any progress made on a plan.
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