His eyes stared ahead. He didnāt need to look around the hall. He didnāt need to see the alphas getting their assignments from the trainers. He didnāt need to see the Kaminii across from them, talking in their quiet and slow way about the next line of production and their costs to senators.
Bacaraās finger tapped once against the side of his datapad, his own assignment ready to brief him of his future. His arms tensed as he held the datapad behind his back, still aching from the training of the previous day. He flicked his eyes to the side, allowing himself just this one weakness before staring back ahead. His brothers all stood next to him, their own assignments in their hands as they stood at attention, listening eagerly to their trainer talking about hardships, honor and a glorious death. Bacaraās heart ached. He was glad it had been him whoād gotten this assignment, had been working day and night for this outcome and yetā¦
And yet it was difficult to accept now that it would be happening. He breathed calmly, knowing that his brothers were hoping their trainer finished his speech soon so they could relax. Hope, that they could talk one last time but they all knew it wouldnāt happen. The second the natborn was done- they would leave for their ships. Bacara swallowed his sadness, glancing at his kihāvod next to him for just another second. He could feel the anxiety coming off of him in waves that seemed to crash everyoneās soul- and yet the Jedi on the other side of the hall didnāt pay any attention to them, too deep in discussions with other trainers. His kihāvod was so scared, so anxious and it broke Bacaraās heart.
āI love you, Tenāika.ā Bacara whispered, keeping his gaze forward. The natborn looked over at the two of them, now talking about duties and memories of their training. āNever doubt that.ā Bacara added and for a moment he feared Fox didnāt hear him with how quiet he had to talk. But his Tenāika seemed to stand straighter, his mind gradually calming down.
The moment the natborn was done, the line of CCs separated as they each walked towards their own ships and battalions. Bacara wanted to reach out, hold Tenāikaās hand, hug him and tell his kihāvod one more time that he loved him. But the Jedi with the long head called Bacaraās number- Foxās hand twitched as they walked separate ways and Bacara felt a wave of love being sent in his direction.
Bacara wanted to curse the galaxy that would keep them apart.