Hope Guides us all

“That’s besides the point, Narri. The point is that he could’ve banned us from the shop if he found out we did that to him. Or worse, we could’ve gotten in serious trouble for wandering off to mess with other people. Narri, we can’t keep doing that. It’s funny, sure. But, it won’t be when the law is on our head. I really like that shop, too. Best meat.” He muttered. Thankfully they had their credits that they both combined to purchase their favorite food, but Narri thought of it a good idea to start waving her force abilities to turn the Holo on and off on the wall to mess with the main owner of the shop thinking the TV were either old or missing a few wires. Even then, that scenario would have turned a few heads when they were out in the open with Narri trying to subtly wave her hand about the Hologram.

It’s no problem at all! I;m excited for more trooper and Jedi/Ex Jedi interaction! But you’d be right! They’re both 19, but in actuality, they’d be 17 in human years. in human years by this point. Both Zesh and Narri! 

“Oh...” Narri’s heart instantly dropped upon seeing the formation of the red blade ignite in front of her. And today was going to be a GREAT day. Narri supposed that it was just a matter of time before someone would’ve found her family and her. Narri slowly backed up. “H-Hold on! There’s no need for fighting!  We’re not even Jedi anymore. Why kill me when I haven’t done anything wrong?” Suppose that she shouldn’t have included the “we” part meaning there are multiple Jedi on the planet. Was it Starkiller’s knowledge there was two? Or just her? “Besides, are you really going to do this out in the open?” What didn’t cross Narri’s mind at the time is that he must’ve not cared. He’s got the target, but was he really going to be able with a clear conscience to kill two kids?

Zesh can be very finicky when it comes to thinking outside the box. He believes he’s book smart or direction smart so, if something doesn’t go his way, he tends to feel bad for himself believing that things should’ve gone right. he believes that there is a reason that things should go his way even after careful calculation or insight. he still shares this flaw until the end of the empire era where everyone got a happy ending and the galaxy was free from the empire’s reign.

“Then I guess we’re at a stalemate, huh? I’m not admitting I’m losing.”

As stated, they’re rivals. They’re always looking to one up the other. Aka sabotage, arguing, dueling it out in the arena being watched by instructors, etc. They COULD kill each other, but Narri would miss messing with her brother and Zesh would miss having someone around to prove he’s smarter. I’ll have to work more on their rival headcanons tbh

Zesh’s scales crawled with uneasiness from his tone of voice.  A calm before the storm? Perhaps this is what it was. Zesh had to be on edge. “No, M’lord. I’m not from the central systems. My name is Zesh. That’s only my name.” He wasn’t given a last one. It seemed fitting for a alien of his stature that he was given no last name. Insulting as it might be, the Empire’s view of aliens were very... strained. It’s a well known fact humans were favored. Zesh and Narri were allowed due to their potential as twins. But, saw one another as only rivals. Nothing more. “I wasn’t aware that a Sith Lord would be visiting the arena today. I hope I will not be a distraction to you.” Zesh stated leaning down and picking the training saber into his claws which admittedly were a little small for him due to his hand size for his species. 

“Y’ know... carrying stuff around like that is kinda bad, y’know.” Narri said to the other pointing a claw at the lightsaber at his belt.  It were like he were asking for a death wish. If he’s carrying it around for just for show, then he’s definitely asking for trouble. Especially for trouble when it’s nearby the home of Zesh and Narri who were once Jedi Padawans themselves who still carry their lightsabers to this day just in case that anything were to happen. If Imperials had found them, or maybe someone else who wanted them dead. Imperials weren’t the only ones who wanted them dead. Bounty Hunters too. Narri was just trying to be helpful to him so he doesn’t get caught waving that around. Thankfully, Imperials were the least of their troubles on Rishi.

A stormtrooper. Or, rather  a First Order Trooper. His expression of guilt turned into a nasty frown. He turned his head back to his claws bound in cuffs shaking his head at the other. “I’ve got nothing to say to you. I’m pretty much dead anyway.” Zesh depressingly said. If this is it, then he supposed he did it out of a good cause to free people from a Empire that rose again. To not be on the sidelines. “Just do what you have to do and get it over with.” His young tone finally spoke adjusting his body to face the trooper staring at him with a fire in his expression.

During Order 66, the Ochaid family tried to move around from planet to planet to hide out in. But, where there were life and resources, the Empire too followed. They at first stayed at Ord Mantell where Bennett’s good friend and social contact stayed. They only stayed there for a few weeks, but it only stayed for a few weeks as they had to cover their trail so no one could follow them so they could stay missing. Bennett had to start faking his names again which did cost quite a bit of credit, but, it was worth it to keep his kids safe from harm. (now 12 in human years). Zesh and Narri developed some serious paranoia and PTSD from the slaughter at the temple with Zesh developing some serious nightmares about the clone troopers finding them, thus becoming clingy towards Narri and Bennett. So, with no options left to go to, they went  back to the old tropical home back on Rishi where Zesh and Narri grew up in. This is where Zesh and Narri mainly worked in shipyards and actually is their canon in threads where it mainly takes place on the tropical shipyards and catwalks of Rishi which is very important because Rishi is where their old home was and will be their home for a while. Thus, they can’t risk going anywhere without tipping off the Empire. Besides what Imperials would want to come to a planet full of neutral species that have no use to them?

“Ooo! Are these blaster bolts?” Narri chirped out of nowhere clearly on top of the ship with her fathers tools in hand. They could see the smoky black trails of what seemed like ship blaster bolts. She’s seen them before! After her master and her almost got killed by a Separatist ambush in the Clone Wars having been stranded on a planet, thankfully by a civilized colony of aliens to call for support. Those were the best five days stranded on the planet she’s ever experienced. “That’s so cool! Are you guys adventurers or something?”

Suppose she shouldn’t. She’s met Hera only briefly when Narri and Ezra got to talking for a bit. From the looks of it, she a tough cookie. It reminded Narri of her father a lot. Someone who would be willing to fight for something they believed in. Whatever it is that required a full crew, Narri wanted to be apart of it. To find that sense of adventure she had years ago from another lifetime. But, that was gone and Zesh and her father needed her. Hopping from off the stacks amounts of barrels she had found a seat on, she approaches the new friend. “What do you need me to do?” She inquired huffly.