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♖ - Their first friend

“Amiel and I were in the Wolf Clan together, as younglings. We met the first day I arrived in the temple, brought by Master Tahl. It was before she went blind.”

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2: Cheek Kiss

“I don’t think I’ll be able to do it! You saw how I did today! The Initiate trials are tomorrow and I still.... I can’t hold form!”

Hirani had taken to stroking the right side of her neck, right below her ear cone, while thinking, and did so now. It was a bit of a reflex, the thought of having a padawan braid there pushing her harder and harder into her training, her physical and mental discipline making her apt to perfect her forms. She was confident in herself for once, she knew the Code forward and back, and had finally began to come to terms with her position in the Force.

Amiel had not.

She shushed her friend, brushing her hair away as she applied the bacta patches, “You’re going to be fine, Amiel. We’ve trained together this long, why wouldn’t you pass?”

The human’s lower lip quivered. She was thinking, or had something she wanted to say but wouldn’t. Hirani sighed, turning her clan mate to face her, red hands gentle on the girl’s shoulders, looking her in the eyes.

“Amiel, we’ve made it this far, we survived the Gathering, a few bruises aren’t going to stop us.”

“Speak for yourse--”

“No, just because you’re not the best at dueling doesn’t mean you’re not meant to be a Jedi!”

Hirani’s jaw was set stubbornly, and she leaned in to press a kiss to both of Amiel’s cheeks, one and then the other.

“Tomorrow, we’re going to be pass out trials, and we’ll get the right to wear our braids, and then we’ll have Masters arguing over who gets to train us! Alright?”

The human glanced away, not looking entirely convinced, but nodded.

“Good, let’s go meditate a little, okay? Get our minds ready for the trials.”

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           >>10: Neck Kiss

     --At first he didn’t notice it. It was a hard battle and they were all exhausted. Digging in for the night, they took shifts keeping watch while the others slept. The clankers weren’t the only thing they had to worry about on this planet. All manner of creatures stalked the night. Jaro was almost relieved when light began to creep over the horizon. They would be on the move again.

     They made quick work of packing up their makeshift camp. Loaded down with supplies, they were ready to move. That was until they realized Commander Kurr was missing.

     “Jaro, go find her.” Hunter ordered and Jaro gave a curt nod to the order, finding her tracks. He moved away from the camp as he followed them, down to the nearby river’s shoreline. It was then that he noticed it, the bruise that ran along the side of her neck. She was crouched by the river, washing off the sweat and grime from her face. Jaro knew it would only build up again today, but he didn’t say anything.

      “We’re ready to move out, Comma--” Jaro cut himself off, however, when he saw the look on her face. She looked stricken. Yesterday had been a hard day for them all. Moving closer to her, he shifted awkwardly, his booted foot kicking at the moist soil for a moment as he tried to think of a way to make it better. The words that would comfort her. A hiss sounded as he released his helmet, pulling it off to look her in the eye

     “It’ll be over soon.” Then, against his better judgement, Jaro laid a hand on her shoulder. Amiel then stood, whirling towards him and almost plowed into him as her arms went around him in an embrace. It took a moment for him to adjust to the hug, silence settling around them. Finally, his hulking frame hunched down slightly, allowing his arms to go around her.

     Almost as an instinct, or perhaps allowing himself a moment of self indulgence, he gently nuzzled her. With the barest of touches, his lips brushed over the tender flesh of her bruised neck. They stood like that for a moment, Amiel likely shoring up her strength to face the day and Jaro taking his own comfort from the hug, despite the fact he hadn’t even realized he needed comfort until now.

      Feeling a small push on his shoulders, Jaro knew the moment had passed. He released her, taking a step back. He watched her draw herself up to her full 5′2″ frame. She was once again his commander. His own body tensed to attention, moving to place the helmet back on his head.

     “Time to move out, sergeant.”

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The other Padawan had retreated to the ‘fresher, leaving her with the men, who had circled up, chatting and cleaning their deeces and discussing their next assignment. Hirani really didn’t mind, she loved the 22nd and had plenty of time to catch up with Amiel when she returned. For the time being, she slid between two troopers, sitting cross-legged on the floor and listening.

“Truth,” one fresh boy said, not yet named, his armor still barely scratched (‘shiny,’ she thought absentmindedly). One of the older men, Chee, slapped him across the shoulders.

“You haven’t been out long enough to have any truths! Be a man, take the dare!” A few men laughed, the shiny’s face turning red. Hirani joined, and some of the attention turned towards her.

“Commander! You here to join?” She shook her head, to a chorus of groans.

“I haven’t played before, but I heard of this game. Isn’t it mostly civilian girls who play it, though?” Some of them murmured, a bit put off by the realization, but the ring leaders shrugged. Chee sat up, grinning.

“Awww, come on, Commander! Join us, it’s not that bad. Here, I’ll give you an easy dare. Just give someone a peck, huh? Jedi can do that, right? One of us surely has earned it.”

Suddenly, twenty pairs of eyes were on her, not to mention the troops who weren’t involved, but had been listening. Hirani flushed. Yes, she was always honest with them, a truth would be useless, but that was a very loaded dare. She opened her mouth to protest, eyes scanning them, when she saw the slowly growing form of her fellow Padawan.

“Amiel!” She lifted a hand, clambering to her feet to meet her friend, giving the men a small backwards glance. They were already complaining that she was leaving, that it was such an easy dare, but her plan had already been set in motion.

Hirani smiled, hand finding Amriel’s hip, and kissed her entirely without warning, right on the mouth. It was chaste, and only a few seconds long, but enough to make the entire room fall silent. She pulled back, grabbing Amiel’s hand and dragging her along, ignoring the cheers, whoops, and groans that followed.

It’s exactly as she’s said, exactly as she saw in the research done. But industrialization liked to ruin economies, and it just wasn’t economical for the holo broadcasts to indicate that maybe, just maybe, the weather wasn’t so nice year round anymore for the luxury planet that was their destination.