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Arata watched her go. It was hard for him to untangle what he was feeling. Back on Keelia, there was no local police force. The men of the village defended their homes, but there simply weren't enough people living there to justify a police presence. So, he'd never really seen the system fail as...

The bartender didn't even look up at them. "I don't talk to cops." Arata took that as a cue to make his own presence known. He leaned over the bar. "I'm not a cop. I'm a Jedi. Talk to me." This did get the barkeep's attention. He looked up and gave Arata a once over before returning to...

It felt good to talk about home. Arata didn't mention this to Eli in case it made him look homesick. Jedi were supposed to forego attachments, or so he'd read. He was beginning to question how much of that reading meant anything, though. The Jedi Order had become something new, and he wasn't...

Arata smirked despite himself. Wasn't this kid originally trying to stop him from exploring the temples? Then again, he was glad Eli was just going along with him. Bickering the whole time seemed like a decidedly poor way to spend the walk. And when Eli brought up home, Arata couldn't help but...

Arata wilted under Kanan's praise. It was the first bit of positive reinforcement he had received since joining the Jedi; and, oddly enough, it hadn't come from a Jedi. "Truthfully?" he said. "No. I wasn't given many choices. On Keelia, if you can feel the Magina, you train to become a sage. But...

Arata glanced down and saw that the boy indeed a lightsaber, unlike him. He pouted. Eli was clearly younger than him by some months, and yet the Knights had already trusted him with a weapon, whereas Eli hadn't even been given a blaster. He didn't like the idea of someone else having to protect...

Arata continued to examine the Twi'lek while the adults speculated behind him. Kanan had pointed out the missing kidney, so maybe there was something else they were missing. But he couldn't see any other large incisions. Nothing that would suggest another missing organ, until... Blood. Dried...

Arata frowned. Of course the Sith were killing people on Dantooine. That's what the Sith did. But that's precisely why the Knights and Masters should be training the Padawans right now! If the Sith showed up to Yavin, most of the kids in the temple, Arata and Eli included, would be slaughtered...

Arata winced. Back on Keelia, the sages in his village taught him that death was part of the natural cycle that fed the Magina—just as it then fed all life. They taught him to respect death, embrace it even. The Jedi were no different. Those who died transformed into the Force. No more pain...

Arata barely caught the blaster before it smacked him in the face. The weapon was a lot heavier than he expected, which made him wonder what a lightsaber would feel like when he finally got his. It would have been nice for the Council to let him have one for such a crucial mission...

Arata's shoulders relaxed slightly. He wasn't exactly more comfortable than he was a moment ago, but he was intrigued. He looked the other boy up and down as if he were trying to decide whether or not the Sephi was an illusion or some sort of very convincing droid. When he decided he was...

Regrettably, he thought. He didn't dare voice the thought aloud. Arata was still young and it would be sometime before he could use the Magina to sense the thoughts and feelings of others, but even he could tell that they were both uncertain about this assignment. And he didn't want to make...

Slipping out of the temple without a Knight or a Master catching him was a little too easy. Perhaps the grown-ups were distracted by something. He'd heard whispers of some tragedy on Dantooine, but was too new to the Order to give it any real thought. Besides, who was he to complain? Whatever...

The Sector Ranger's ship rocked violently as it dipped below a wreath of clouds into Ord Mantell's lower atmosphere. Peering out the viewport, Arata laid eyes on a city for the first time. There were no cities on Keelia. None on Yavin IV, either. Arata had heard of them, of course, and seen...

Padawans are not to leave the temple grounds without the escort of a Knight or Master. These words flashed across the notification section of Arata's phone. He swiped it away and stuffed the device into his pocket. What fun was that? How was he supposed to learn anything about the Magina or...