"All beings begin their lives with hopes and among these aspirations is the desire that there will be a straight path to those goals. It is seldom so, perhaps never. sometimes the turns are of one's own volition as one's thoughts and goals change over time but more often the turns are mandated by outside forces."
- Thrawn
- Thrawn
Felix readjusted his helmet again as he stared at a building, not just any building, the docking bay he was abandoned at, the event that set him down the path of the jedi. This is where the trail would start, the trail to discover his past and family.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling, He made his way to the docking bay disguised as a simple spacer. Knocking at the side of the open door and entering the hanger’s office, he was greeted with the sight of an older sullustan, around and portly belly hung over his gut, the dirty jumpsuit he wore barely containing it.
“Hello, how can i help you my young friends, the name’s Wirm Sneestia, at your service,” he stood from his chair shaking Felix’s hand vigorously. “You wouldn’t happen to be in the market for some… second-hand ship parts now would ya?”
“erhh... No sorry, I’m here on other business, were you the owner of this place 23 years ago?”
The Sullustan became nervous at the question “erhh maybe, you’re not a cop, are you? Because if you are I’m not saying anything.”
“ I’m not a cop,” Felix got on one knee and removed his helmet to show his face “22 years ago i was left on the loading ramp of a Jedi ship in this hangar. I was hoping to find any information on the person who left me there.”
“No shit you’re that kid? You’ve certainly grown.” he chuckled as looked at the young man in front of him “I don’t know how i can help ya kid, 22 years is a long time and my memory ain’t as good as it used, though I think I might of saved the security recordings, figuring something like this might happen.”
the sullustan waddled over to his computer terminal Felix not far behind him, “Now where did I put it?” the man scratched the system for a while before finding it. “there we go, the Jedi that found you looked through footage too though I don’t think he found anything maybe you’ll see something he didn’t.”
The footage played and Felix watched intently. The footage showed a cloaked woman with a baby in the hover pram entering the hanger, she stopped it at the base of the ramp before placing something in it, then knocked on the ramp door and immediately leaving at a brisk pace, pulling her hood tighter over her head.
“is it possible i can get a copy of this?”