#warwings

                  Working   with   other   padawans   was   not   meant   to   be   a   struggle   and   usually,   it   wasn't.   Anakin   was   charming   enough   to   be   liked   by   most,   skilled   enough   that   his   leadership   was   rarely   questioned,   and   even   if   the   other   children   had   in   the   past   thought   him   strange   or   been   less   than   kind,   they   could   usually   put   all   that   aside   when   instructed   to   cooperate   by   their   masters.   Anakin   had   become   a   padawan   far   earlier   than   any   of   the   others.   He'd   been   chosen   at   nine,   by   Obi-Wan   nonetheless,   but   he'd   also   had   a   great   deal   of   lost   time   to   make   up   for.   He   was   years   and   years   behind   the   others,   and   yet   he   had   caught   on   easily,   and   he   excelled   at   almost   everything   he   was   presented   with.   That   made   the   other   padawans   jealous   and   resentful,   especially   if   they   thought   he   was   cheating   somehow,   or   being   favored   by   the   masters.

                  He   never   had,   and   wasn't   even   sure   how   he   could   have   if   he   is   wanted   to,   but   it   didn't   stop   the   rumors   from   following   him.   Ty   had   never   seemed   bothered   by   the   accusations,   nor   the   way   the   others   spoke   about   him.   If   Ferus   Olin   had   grown   to   become   his   rival,   and   someone   Anakin   didn't   particularly   like,   Ty   was   the   opposite.   He   wasn't   very   high-strung   or   overly   excitable.   He   was   easy   to   be   around   and   Anakin   had   come   to   enjoy   his   company.   He   even   trusted   him,   which   had   always   been   something   Anakin   had   struggled   with.   Anakin   had   decided   he   could   trust   the   other   boy   well   enough   that   he'd   brought   him   on   one   of   his   midnight   excursions   to   the   junk   heaps   that   he'd   been   scavenging   since   he   came   to   Coruscant.   It   was   dark   and   the   refuse   was   piled   around   them,   but   Anakin,   drawing   his   cloak   tighter   around   himself,   felt   right   at   home.   More   at   home   than   he   sometimes   felt   in   the   temple.

                  "Watch   your   step.   Last   thing   we   need   is   to   try   and   explain   to   the   healers   how   you   got   impaled,"   He   grinned,   the   moon   not   casting   any   light   so   far   down,   the   area   around   them   lit   only   by   flickering   artificial   lights,   a   poor   substitute   for   sunlight   in   the   lower   levels   of   Coruscant.

In Zivs memory Ukio, a Agriworld located in the Abrion Sector at S-15 and place of AgriCorps facilities, had looked like a small round pearl of emerald, shimmering in the sunlight. This may had been because she had that time visited the Agriworld in a time of growth were most grain had yet not grown enough to be harvested and had therefor been green. As Ukio had a very stable temperature and barely any seasons the Agriworld was either green when the fields were growing or yellow, so when she had been a child send to the Agricorps facilities on Ukio the time of growth had dyed most of the planets continents into a deep emerald instead of the usual pale yellow  that was most dominant during the harvest season when the grain had turned from green to yellow as if the whole planet had turned into a golden piece of jewelery. Now, over a decade later from her first visit to Ukio, the planet was as often in a time of harvest and the fields stretching far into the horizont until to the last remains of what had once been natural hills, were so bright yellow as if they were weaved of finest gold. Ukio was one of the biggest and most important Agriworld of the Core Worlds so comparing it to gold, a treasure, a jewelery, a precious Good, was almost a understatement- if Ukio failed one Harvest then it meant starvation for the Outer Rim Worlds and devastion for the Core Worlds for the prices for Food would rise like a floadwave, ready to drown every single Planet of the Galaxy in debt. Accordingly now at the time of Harvest the population in this area where it was time for a harvest had more than tripled- Farmers were no longer sleeping in their beds but practically lived on the harvest machines hoovering over the golden fields like stormclouds, thausands of harvest-helper had been hired to help and filled the inns and houses with strangers; and eventually the number of the Stormtroopers pratroulling by the fields and along the harvested grain-transports in the starharbours. It had been in the guise as one of those hired harvest-helpers Ziv had gotten to the planet, after all as a AgriCorps Member it had been part of her education in the Corps to archieve a degree in a Agricultural Cooperation that was officially recognized outside of the Jedi-Temple, so while her datas in the Salliche Agricultural Cooperation had been deleted, her name was still on her degree Datas and fake Identitichip she carried with her and this way it was easy for the young woman to find work on a AgriWorld as Ukio was one. Still, in the hectic of the Harvest-Time holding like a iron chain the small settlement build by the fields only for the Harvesttime for the Workers, it needed days until Ziv eventually found a chance to sneak away.

The evening washed over the area like a wave of thick black ink when Ziv dived between the rows of grain and was swallowed by the golden crop. When she had been a thirteen- year- old the area had barely looked any different, still with her ears turning after every novement of the stormtroopers patrouling around the fields, Ziv wanted to make sure she has a oversight of the area before she continued her way. She was tensed, ears jolted up, pelt bristled like from electricity. “We are sending you to the AgriCorps, the Council said.”, the young woman mumbled to herself as she sneaked through the rows of grain quiet like the carnivore the Tynnan beside thausand of year sof evolution of her species still was: “It will be good for you, the council said! It will help calm your Temper, the council said! You will help fight against hunger in the Galaxy, the Council said!” While Ziv had her fake identichip, running in a group of patroulling Stormtroopers was not exactly a scenario that she would like so the scent of the soldiers around her hanging thickly in the air for her much too keen nose was unnerving. “Kriff the kriffing Council, kriff it bloody! I am not seeing a single hungry person here and instead sneak around kriffing Stormtroopers! I was promised tending to kriffing flowers, but no! No! The Empire had to just form and kriffing fart on my kriffing lifeplan! Kriff my kriffing life!” On her back strapped to her backpack the Reeksa Sproutling AyyAyy tapped one of their ranks against the transperisteel of their container, mewling worried over Zivs mutter and the Tynnan reached behind herself, patting a small paw against the smooth transperisteel as if the plant was a worried puppy in need of calming petting: “Yeh, I know AyyAyy, I love you too. I am just letting off kriffing steam.” In the scrub growing around the field of crops like walls the Tynnan found eventually what she had searched for a young 100-year-old panopticon willow, a perfect specimen of organic surveillance, with its trunk reaching into the dark sky like a needle and its  limbs hanging in a dense canopy of emerald-dripping lace over the branches of the bushed and smaller trees. Each bud was tipped with a tiny golden dot that shimmered like a loth-cats eye in the low evening light. Ziv reached out, laying a paw against the smooth bark that twitched beneath her touch a little, long limbs rustling suprised. The Tynnan felt the trunk move a little before she reached out not with her paws, but still she reached out, and beneath felt how the confused twitching reached a deeper layer where through canals the tree was transporting water and nutrients towards the limbs, this was were she reached up, following the stream of water towards the limbs where she was stretched, torn appart, and moved in every possible direction into every single branch, every single canal, every single bud, every single little golden eye.

It was strange to see herself from the branches above her head, but after her training in the AgriCorps and years of learning, Consitor Sato had become as easy as breathing for the Tynnan so there was only a second of confusing disassociation until her senses sharpned again and adjusted perfectly to this way of seeing. She saw the field of crop from above, saw the groups of Stormtroopers moving systemetically through the rows and around the fields, saw the green hills far away, saw the settlement of harvest-workers, saw the harvest-engines standing still on the field like sleeping animals. And eventually, from above easily to see if one knew what one was looking for she saw-

-Behind the pale dot of fur that was herself a hand reaching for her shoulder.

“What the Kri-”, the limbs of the Panopticon Willow (Ziv) rustled ( yelled) startled.

[She cringes a little the apology, but shakes her helm a little. Her golden optics practically bathe the small femme with their light, but they seem dim.] It’s okay. She’s with the creator now, and she’s relieved of her pain.

[She nods shakily. She gets the feeling that Supernova doesn't want to talk much about that anymore, and she's only too happy oblige.]