“So, no lightsaber and no armor.” Jusik was even shorter than he was. He prodded the kid in the chest. “I told you that it’s what’s under the armor that makes a man. A few thousand Jedi like you and the Republic wouldn’t be in the osik it is now. You’re a soldier, sir, and a good officer. And I don’t think I’ve ever said that to anyone in my life.” Skirata meant it at that moment. It didn’t make him love Jedi as a kind any the better, but he was very fond of Bard’ika, and would look after him. Jusik lowered his eyes, a strange blend of embarrassment and delight, and clasped Skirata’s arm. “I
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