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“Good luck training, verd’ika.” Jedi always seemed to bow from the waist when they were being formal about it. Damien hadn’t done much of that in his life, and he didn’t find it a natural motion in armor. Still, the nearly twenty year-old father dipped his upper body in a decent bow and flashed a r...

“Mhm.” The young Mando’ad acknowledged the boy’s admission with a nod. He kept up eye contact, but otherwise didn’t see any need to return to the cuteness-manipulation topic. Still crouched on his left knee, Damien rested an arm across his leg and looked the earnest child over with a twitch of a sm...

Damien slid a glance toward Svo’k. When the older man didn’t seem interested in intervening, the younger one shrugged and crouched onto one knee. This put the half-Hapan young father closer to eye to eye with the Zeltron, with Julian a little taller than him now. Damien set his helmet down and looke...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The young Mando’ad waited quietly at one side of the hallway. He was barely past legal majority on some planets, but an accepted and proven adult among his people for several years, married, with small sons of his own. He carried his helmet in one arm, and had left most of his weapons acco...