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J-6, Avon’s protocol droid, was half warden, half nanny, all attitude. She spoke like no protocol droid Vernestra had ever met, and she suspected that Avon had something of a hand in that.
“That is because you added an entire dictionary’s worth of Aqualish curse words to my lexicon! You are a terrible child who is ungrateful and mean.”
“And you should actually watch where you are going,” J-6 said, and Avon’s breath hitched. Oh, that was definitely not part of the droid’s original protocol programming.
“There is something to be said for taking one’s time,” Ambassador Weft said. “Don’t always be in a hurry to be the first one out of the gate. Sometimes the first of the herd is just quickest to the slaughter.”
“I do recommend buckling up, though,” J-6 said, lowering herself into one of the seats along the wall and clicking restraining straps into place.
“No, this is just our day getting worse,” Avon said. “The shields don’t seem to be working at all.”
“She means ‘stealing,’ ” J-6 said.
“Well, I would not have died,” J-6 said to no one in particular. “I would have just floated through the galaxy, circuits slowly freezing, a rescue beacon blinking until my systems shut down. So, yes, I do suppose this is better than that.”
Honesty looked around and realized that he was indeed having an adventure. And he did not like it one bit.
“Investigating. It’s part of my central programming, though I usually only use it when trying to track down Avon.”
“It is not necessary for you to analyze why the Mon Calamari find it offensive to sneeze loudly, you just have to know that is the way they feel. Not everything needs investigation, Avon.”
Revenge and anger belong to the dark side, and the Jedi are of the light. Everything that happens was meant to happen. The Force works in mysterious ways, but part of being a Jedi is trusting in the Force even when it’s difficult.”
It’s hot and humid and pretty awful, and we still might die, but at least it won’t be in space.”
If you judge someone by your expectations instead of their actions, you will always be disappointed.
“You discussed all of this while I was asleep?” Honesty said, feeling left out. “Your dad died,” Avon said bluntly.
“The appearance of reason does not automatically make something reasonable,
“Lightwhips are used by the Nightsisters,”
“During the Sith Wars the Jedi also used lightwhips,” Vernestra said, clearing the path and walking forward at a brisker pace. Philosophical conversation or no, they still had a massive rainstorm bearing down on them, and they could not levitate leaves over their heads forever. “Have you read the testimonies of Cervil the Uncanny? She states that the whip was sometimes used to defend against the Sith Lords who used the Forbidden Forms.
“I thought I was the best,” Vernestra called from where she leaned against her pack at the back of the cave. “No, you’re the worst,” Avon said.
“Jay-Six is taking a moment for herself, thank you very much,” the droid replied. “I have thoughts of my own, you know.”
The Starros clan was not one for strong emotions, which was why Avon found it so very difficult to talk about her exile.
I have managed to keep you alive for the past three years, and that is no minor feat, cheers to me.”
To be a Jedi is to always trust that the Force works in mysterious ways, Imri. We accept and we try our best, but we do not forget that in the end all is as the Force wills it.
We serve the Force, and the Force does not pick sides.”
“That was a particularly good one. Would you like me to translate?” “No,” said Vernestra at the same time Avon said, “Yes!”
J-6 did not need to sleep, and she was able to charge herself by way of a charge port in the ship, so she paced around the Nihil with her blasters drawn, firing a warning shot into the air every time they looked a little too comfortable and taking a bit more joy in the shooting than Avon was comfortable with.
“The Force is not so simple, and neither are the emotions of living creatures.
