Kita sat at the table, studying an old holocron's readout. She was mainly doing out of boredom; at least when the TenRe and Rilk were here she had someone to argue with for just arguement's sake. Master Darius was watching over the Younglings, so, in his words not her's, "Meet some of the young men of the town." Egotistic Mandalorian men, dirty old men, and a bunch of spice-high adolecents. Wonderful. . . , Kita sighed in her mind as she took a sip of Tarisian ale. Tog had been attack by a droid of somesort. She getting slow and stupid, she should have been prepared for an attack on her, er, What are they exactly? She couldn't pick out a word that encompassed what they were to her. Not a family--she doubted she'd ever have one of those, a true one at least-not friends but not quite loved ones.
Kita cleared her head with a physical shake; she knew she'd have to move them again someplace. Getting too comfortable here, feeling too safe. . . too hated.
"Admit it, baka, you actually miss the two dark-cowled Jetii'se. You got attached and now you're paying for it." It pays to wear a helmet; nobody knows your soul.
Garrison was waiting for her when she got back to the Jetii'se complex, something in his eyes told her something-- and she wouldn't like it-- had happened. Her first thoughts? Who cares? She wouldn't ever admit to them.
"The Council wants to speak with you. And I'm leaving."
Kita's face stanched, "Run that by me again." Please, don't after Ursula. . .
"They found me a Master who's willing to take me on, Kita." He shifted uncomfortably, weight moving from one foot to the other. "I'm going to Coruscant. Tog's free to do what he wants, but there's a few Masters and Mandos that are willing to take on the kids; Council wants to talk to you."
They're taking everything away. "Okay, then. Take care, kid."
"You're not going to try and stop me?" Garrison asked without looking back at her; it had begun to thunder in the distance. Kita hooked her thumbs in the loops of her belt and looked as nonchalant(sp?) as possible, "Nah. You're a man by Mando standards. You feel like you gotta prove yourself, who am I to stop you? I ain't got the right; I ain'tcha Momma." Kita winced inwardly, when she was stressed her infliction of a drawl was predominate in her pronoucation.
"Good-bye then." Garrison
"Wait a minute, kid. 'See you later', I hate 'goodbye'. Oh, and take this." She tossed a small dagger at him, wrapped in a sand-saber cat's pelt. "Might be of some use later, but I'm coming back for that." He caught it and paused and almost said something, but Kita was already walking away from him. Whistling a stupid, Mando lullaby.
She paused outside of the kid's room, hand paused outside the doorframe as if to knock for invitance. Master Darius was reading them, "The Lost Bantha." The irony wasn't lost on her; she'd been called "Bantha" because of her size when she lived here at the Jetii'se complex. She shouldered her pack, the only sound the expending of air as she removed her helmet. She kissed each one of them on the forehead, knowing that they'dn't remember her face in the morning.
"The other two will wonder where you are, Kita. You are still important to them."
"Tell TenRe and Rilk the truth; that I'm going after Ursula and Morticus for what they've done, but tell the Council some cock-and-bull story about me running off. They'll believe it."
"I meant them as in the kids and Tog." Kita knew that behind Master Darius's insanity lay logic.
"Tog can know, too. The kids. . . tell them I died or something. I'll be on Nar Shadaa if something comes up or somebody needs me. I'll be there for a few days, and I'll contact you when I have a lead."
"You can't running from your problems, Kita. It's okay to get attached to somebody. I'd hug you goodbye, but I can tell you don't like to be touched."
"I'll keep running; nobody's been able to find me once I disappear. Not even the stupid Sith. I doubt that a bunch of kids could, two bipolar Jedi, or a teenager and a Jawa ever could get a whiff of a second-hand rumor about what I've been doing. I'll be back soon, Master Darius. I just need to know what the Sith are up too next."
"You spoke to the Council." It wasn't a question.
"Yeah, but this mission is for me. Don't follow me, Master."
Master Darius watched his ex-apprentice leave the second time. I won't follow, but that doesn't mean I can't send somebody in my stead.
They say that dreamers are an extinct breed. I say they're wrong.