in reporttosenate, how are the padawans and younglings interacting with more clones than they have ever met and learning they are trying to save them.

“Eight,
nine, ten, eleven-” The counting was loud and clear as children of
all ages from five to eleven ran off around the room, desperately
scrambling for a hiding place while muffling their giggles.

Under
the amused and grateful gaze of the creche masters, the troopers had
taken charge of amusing the children until all the Jedi had arrived
and everything could be settled up and today Commander Snow and his
men had decided to play hide and seek with the children. Snow, Lapra,
Browbeat and Tyr were all gathered in a group with their hands over
their eyes as Snow counted for all four of the troopers.

Settling
even more on the bench as he took a small break from the clean up,
Dolan smiled indulgently as he watched one of the older children
scale a beam to hide up in the ceiling scaffolding while a smaller
one crawled under a table with a delighted beam at having found her
hiding space.

Much
to Dolan’s amusement, he noticed one of the mon calamari Initiates
slowly inched her way into the nearby pond and sunk under to hide.

‘I
don’t think that was allowed little one.’ Dolan rubbed his clean
shaven chin, grinning before grunting softly as Master Vos sat down
next to him on the bench, the kiffar watching the troopers count with
bemusement in his eyes.

Neither
said anything for a long time, only observed as Snow finally stopped
counting and started to search the cleaned and prepared room.

These
rooms had been on the priority scale apparently Dolan had learned,
the clones explaining with serious and stern faces that younglings
always came first and needed the comfort of clean and safe spaces.

Dolan
had wholly approved of that, he didn’t mind a slightly drafty or
dirty room if his creche classes were safe and sound in their rooms
and he knew that the rest of the temple was on the agenda to be
cleaned.

“I
don’t really like the clones,” Dolan glanced at Vos, raising a
brow as the man rubbed the yellow streak over his nose. “Don’t
trust them if I’m honest.” He trailed off, watching as Lapra
found the youngling under the table and grabbed them, playfully
tickling and throwing her into the air to the Initiates utter delight
as she hugged the man tightly.

Raising
both brows, Dolan settled his hands in his lap. “…The troopers
have been nothing but respectful and kind to the Jedi,” He said
slowly. “Something we have sorely lacked if the stories I’ve
heard from mission active knights are true.” Dolan tilted his head,
his nerf
tail tickling his neck.

Huffing
a bit, Vos leaned his elbows on his knees, muscles flexing lightly
and most likely unintentionally though Dolan took a moment to admire
them still as the other master generally went around in a sleeveless
outfit. “I… you’re right. I just don’t…” The man pursed
his lips.

Dolan
watched the other for a long moment, the sound of laughter filling
the room as the troopers searched and found kids, playing with them,
bonding with the children who had come to learn that the troopers
were more than soldiers. “…As I understand it, you should have
nothing to say about them, considering their loyalties have never
been in question nor have they ever conspired with dark siders or
killed Jedi on purpose.” Dolan said as lightly as he could.

Vos
still tensed and looked down, staring at his feet.

“Nor
are they on probation,” The creche master returned to watching the
children. “I am not telling you to like them, one can not be
universally liked. But the very least you can do is respect them.”
Dolan hummed a bit.

The
Jedi master said nothing, only clenched his hands on his leggings.

“Beside,”
Dolan smirked ever so slightly as he watched Tyr walk towards the
middle with two human Initiates clinging to his legs on each side.
“If you were to show your displeasure, I believe our Initiates may
just decide that you need a lesson in basic human decency and decide
a tickling match against a Jedi master is a good idea for the honor
of the troopers.” Dolan chortled out as Browbeat finally managed to
find their calamari Initiate in the pond and was struggling to get
him out without getting wet.

Sitting
up at that, Vos watched the kids and the troopers before snorting.
“Guess you’re right. So far every trooper I’ve seen interact
with the younglings adore them and the younglings adore them in
return… not enough adult to play with them I guess?” He glanced
at Dolan.

Shrugging
slightly, the creche master glanced about then gestured. “Not many
choose to become creche masters, we make do with those we have but
unfortunately we are not always enough to play when babies need
feeding and younglings need their injuries tended to.” He smiled
gently before humming as he heard a noise. “But if I’m not wrong,
it sounds like a shuttle is coming closer. The council seems to have
arrived.” He grinned warmly.

Finally,
they were all away from Coruscant to the safety of Eedit.

He
hoped it would remain that way.

lost toddler: does anyone ever actually put a tracker in Obi-Wan’s boots? Or are people just keeping a closer eye on him since he almost died in the lower levels of the temple?

Carrying the drowsy
boy in his arms, Dolan felt a sense of relief as he settled Obi-Wan
down on the nap futons of the five year old’s with all the others,
watching how he curled up around himself with a quiet noise before
settling again, unaware of Dolan kneeling beside it while watching
the redhead sleep.

Ever since the
incident with the lower levels, all of Obi-Wan’s shoes, even his
slippers, had been equipped with trackers.

And if all else
failed, Obi-Wan now wore a necklace of all things with a silver
half-moon as the pendant.

It was also a
tracker.

Should Obi-Wan
wander off without any of his foot wear, the tracker in the pendant
could be used though so far Obi-Wan had been wearing either slippers
or boots since he had been released from the Halls back into creche
care.

And so far the
trackers were all working as they could now find him the moment it
was noticed he was missing, even if he wandered off to the stairs or
gardens or anywhere.

Not that Obi-Wan
was trying to wander off on purpose at all anymore at all.

The joyous redhead
had a real scare and was still ill, would stagger around sometimes
and grow incredibly pale while curling in against the closest warm
person he trusted because he’d grow cold in moments.

But the Force had
its own agenda sometimes and Dolan was just grateful that now they
could get the boy back into safety and warmth again and would not
have a repeat of the lower level incidents again because that had
honestly scared him to white hairs he swore.

If the grapevine
was right though, something more had happened to Obi-Wan down there
then what was considered natural and master’s, high level masters,
were going to and from the abandoned catacombs of the lower level
with regularity, all knights in accompany were required to have
strong shields and an ability to resist the dark side.

And wasn’t those
two requested abilities telling what Obi-Wan might have encountered
down there.

Dolan may not be a
knight himself, had always found great joy in working with children
instead of the idea of rushing out to save the day but he retained
enough knowledge to understand the implications.

There was something
dark in the lower levels of the Jedi temple, something that could
slither into a mind and it was what had caused Obi-Wan to almost die
in what should have been the safety of the Jedi temple.

And this poor
youngling was suffering from it, this youngling who every one was
aware could see things and whose powers for preconception was growing
stronger by the year with the occasional vision.

It would not be
easy for Obi-Wan.

Knight Windu was a
Jedi who could see shatterpoints and all older creche masters
remembered when he had been a boy, just as bright and joyous as
Obi-Wan who had slowly and steadily turned into the serious knight
they now knew.

One day… one day
Obi-Wan might follow that form too, Dolan just hoped that whatever
else happened, he would be able to look after the child as long as he
belonged to the creche and fill his days with bright lights and
warmth.

‘Rest well
Obi-Wan, and dream of happier things.’ He thought warmly while
brushing his hand over the soft red strands. ‘Dream of warmth.’

lost toddler: does anyone ever actually put a tracker in Obi-Wan’s boots? Or are people just keeping a closer eye on him since he almost died in the lower levels of the temple?

Carrying the drowsy
boy in his arms, Dolan felt a sense of relief as he settled Obi-Wan
down on the nap futons of the five year old’s with all the others,
watching how he curled up around himself with a quiet noise before
settling again, unaware of Dolan kneeling beside it while watching
the redhead sleep.

Ever since the
incident with the lower levels, all of Obi-Wan’s shoes, even his
slippers, had been equipped with trackers.

And if all else
failed, Obi-Wan now wore a necklace of all things with a silver
half-moon as the pendant.

It was also a
tracker.

Should Obi-Wan
wander off without any of his foot wear, the tracker in the pendant
could be used though so far Obi-Wan had been wearing either slippers
or boots since he had been released from the Halls back into creche
care.

And so far the
trackers were all working as they could now find him the moment it
was noticed he was missing, even if he wandered off to the stairs or
gardens or anywhere.

Not that Obi-Wan
was trying to wander off on purpose at all anymore at all.

The joyous redhead
had a real scare and was still ill, would stagger around sometimes
and grow incredibly pale while curling in against the closest warm
person he trusted because he’d grow cold in moments.

But the Force had
its own agenda sometimes and Dolan was just grateful that now they
could get the boy back into safety and warmth again and would not
have a repeat of the lower level incidents again because that had
honestly scared him to white hairs he swore.

If the grapevine
was right though, something more had happened to Obi-Wan down there
then what was considered natural and master’s, high level masters,
were going to and from the abandoned catacombs of the lower level
with regularity, all knights in accompany were required to have
strong shields and an ability to resist the dark side.

And wasn’t those
two requested abilities telling what Obi-Wan might have encountered
down there.

Dolan may not be a
knight himself, had always found great joy in working with children
instead of the idea of rushing out to save the day but he retained
enough knowledge to understand the implications.

There was something
dark in the lower levels of the Jedi temple, something that could
slither into a mind and it was what had caused Obi-Wan to almost die
in what should have been the safety of the Jedi temple.

And this poor
youngling was suffering from it, this youngling who every one was
aware could see things and whose powers for preconception was growing
stronger by the year with the occasional vision.

It would not be
easy for Obi-Wan.

Knight Windu was a
Jedi who could see shatterpoints and all older creche masters
remembered when he had been a boy, just as bright and joyous as
Obi-Wan who had slowly and steadily turned into the serious knight
they now knew.

One day… one day
Obi-Wan might follow that form too, Dolan just hoped that whatever
else happened, he would be able to look after the child as long as he
belonged to the creche and fill his days with bright lights and
warmth.

‘Rest well
Obi-Wan, and dream of happier things.’ He thought warmly while
brushing his hand over the soft red strands. ‘Dream of warmth.’