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Silas watched as a Jedi temple guard stood at the edge of Little Keldabe. The guard checked something on his vambrace and glanced once more into Little Keldabe. The guard squared up, fists clenching before he swiftly strode over the border. The soft browns, bright whites, and glinting gold of his uniform caught way too much attention in the new early morning sun. This could be very bad if someone didn’t step in. Silas quickly messaged his Mand’alor.
The Mandalorians around Silas and the guard all paused what they were doing. Watching like predators who had scented blood. Silas’s comm blinked with Jaster’s response. Thank the kara Jaster paid attention to his comm. Silas moved quickly toward the guard waving his squad in behind him. They moved to quickly intercept the Guard, spreading out to cut off the rest of the crowd from the temple guard.
The temple jetti guard never left the temple. Always standing like statues at the entrances. Some people thought they were statutes. This would blow that theory out of the water. Silas had a pretty good idea why multiple reports of temple Guards sweeping Corrsaunt were coming in. No doubt curious verd were following them closely. The Gaurd paused, their mask turning. Taking in Silas and his group from under their soft brown and white hood. Silas lifted one hand in greeting, deliberately turning his other hand to show his empty palm.
“Su cuy'gar Jetti, we want no fights. Our Mand’alor found your ad. If you will come with us, we can get you and your ad out of here without any problems.”
The guard’s faceless mask turned back toward Silas. Seeming studying him. Silas took the chance to return the favor. The guard was a large humanoid. His broad shoulders and thick arms were not well hidden by his mostly white and gold uniform. His long muscular legs were clad in dark brown pants and dark heavy well-cared-for boots. He made a tall, powerful, imposing figure. The gold and white of their mask was stark in the sunlight. They carried an air of danger and mystery about them.
“I will follow.” Rumbled the guard, voice low and masculine, tipping his head down in acknowledgment.
“So I guess they aren’t droids.” Chuckled one of his verd, Thaan, from the sound of it.
“I would be so bored. Can you imagine standing so still people think you're a statue all day every day?” Hissed Lorek.
“If you held that still verd, I would think you had gone marching on.” Myles teased.
“Look how smoothly he moves. I bet if we could get him on a proper hunt with a few drinks after –”
“No trying to get the jetti drunk.” Silas cut in, “We are in the middle of a job.” Though Silas privately agreed. He looked like someone who was wasted on the jetti. Should’ve been a Mandalorian for certain.
“So what about after?” Myles cheekily asked.
“If you can actually lure one of the jetti guards away from their temple without kidnapping them, go right ahead.” Silas scoffed.
Silas took point, his squad falling in and around the tall Jedi. Guardian him and their people from an intergalactic incident. They lead him deeper into Little Keldabe. Moving straight to where the Mandalor was waiting with one very troublesome jetti’ika.
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Feemor could feel the attention he had drawn from the Mandalorians around him. They ranged from curiosity to hostility. Though the hostility had decreased when the squad around him had first approached. At the forces urging Feemor had accepted the offer to lead him to the missing initiate Kenobi.
It was common knowledge among the guard how much this initiate in particular struggled with visions. The boy was strong in the cosmic force. He had always been one to wander since he was first brought to the cresh. Most guards had found the little one in a state at one point or another. It was no wonder Obi-wan took such comfort in the guard’s presence. They had always been there to put him safely to bed. Though he had never singled out and followed a guard the way he had with Feemor.
Discovering he was missing, and likely barefoot due to his boots having been left behind, was rather upsetting. An initiate with his current instability in the force should not be around force nulls. He needed people who could help guard and guide him when caught in a vision. He was at risk of getting stuck or worse otherwise. Their frequency had increased in the last couple of months as well. Feemor and the rest of the guard were not pleased, to say the least. Their little mascot of sorts was in danger.
Feemor, despite the guard's around him, (and they were obviously guarding him) was keeping a careful eye on his surroundings as well as the path he was taking. Benevolence did not always last after all. If Feemor was able to retrieve Obi-wan he would have a child to guard and get home safely as well.
Feemor was impressed with the rich culture around him. The smells of the food, the bright colored fabrics and goods, all of it set itself up in Feemor’s chest. He would have to come back here. In disguise of course. It was a culture he couldn’t help but crave knowledge of. For the first time, Feemor understood how it was possible to have a Mandalorian Jedi. The depth and warmth of this small city could easily meld with the Jedi and their culture. He was glad he had set his HUD in his mask to record his surroundings as soon as he entered Little Keldabe. He would be dying to review the footage when he made it back to the temple.
The squad around Feemor lead him towards a small cafe, the ones in front of Feemor ducked into the darkened doorway. He followed suit feeling his indistinct guards at his back follow suit. They moved quickly through the now quiet cafe. The Mandalorians inside turned to watch as soon as Feemor had entered.
The Mandalorian who had originally approached Feemor led him into a private side room. And there sitting at a table, kicking his bare feet, was Obi-wan Kenobi. He was eating a bowl of what appeared to be soup. He was also still in his sleep clothes. Three other Manlaorian’s sat at the table with the small boy. Two dark-haired males, one with graying hair and a slightly crooked nose, the other with dark curly hair, and a young blonde female with her hair braided. Feemor quickly pushed past the Madalorian’s standing around the room coming to a crouching beside Obi-wan.
“Knight Guard!” Obi-wan beamed and threw himself out of his chair into Feemor’s arms, almost overbalancing him. Feemor dropped one knee to the ground to help stabilize himself, settling Obi-wan on his still-raised knee. Obi-wan’s force presence threw itself at Feemor’s mental shields. Feemor quickly softened them so as to not rebuff the small initiate’s presence.
Feemor checked the force for any danger. He waited a moment, falling deeply into the flow of the force. The force’s reassuring weight settled like a blanket. Speaking of safety. They were in the right place it seemed. Obi-wan’s voice pulled Feemor’s attention back to him.
“I found the Mandalorian from my vision! I told them everything and they actually listened. They are gonna be super careful now. They were worried I was all alone, but I told them that the force told me to sneak out, so I did. But I knew you would come to get me, they felt like they doubted me, when I told them that. But you came and proved them wrong! They also gave me soup, and Jaster carried me so I wouldn’t step on something and hurt my feet like earlier.” Obi-wan rushed out.
Ignoring the heavy attention of all the Mandalorians in the room, Feemor pushed Obi-wan back a bit, bracing him with one arm. He reached down toward Obi-wan’s feet. Clean white bandages were wrapped around both his feet. Feemor reached a hand down carefully cupping one small foot in his tan gloves.
“He stepped on some glass from what I can tell. We removed the glass and got his feet cleaned up and bandaged. I’m Jaster, these are my children Jango and Arla Fett. Are you his Buir?” The older Mandalorian still at the table gestured to the younger Mandalorians seated with him. He spoke in heavily accented basic. Feemor deliberately tilted his head in an obvious question.
“He’s asking if you are my parent Knight Guard. Mr. Mand’alor, he isn’t my parent. He guards all Jedi in the temple from anything that could harm them. He has helped me several times. ” Obi-wan squeezed Feemor around his ribs, burrowing closer. Feemor let go of Obi-wan’s foot and brought his hand up to cup the back of the boy's head. He sighed in exasperation, of course, Obi-wan found the ruler of Mandalore and his two children here on Coruscant above all places. Feemor dipped his head towards the Mand’alor.
“Thank you for finding our child Mand’alor. His safe return to the temple is invaluable.”
“It was no trouble to me. He has helped save many of us. Though I would love to see your archives if you have the time as a thank you.”
Jango groaned, “Buir no, I do not want to lose you in some dust jetti library.”
“I’m with Jango on this one, a dusty jetti library does not sound like a good time.” Arla smiled.
“Do you see the ungrateful children I put up with? Your Obi-wan was an angel and a lovely break. A scholar in the making.” Jaster sighed as if put upon. “Obi’ika finish your soup and we will let you and your guard return home.”
Feemor stood and sat in Obi-wan’s chair, settling the boy in his lap to eat his soup. Listening to Jango and Arla complain to their father once more about the virtues of dusty Jedi libraries.