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Among the many traits that rational creatures share, the desire to know is a very strong trait. Often times, it takes the form of curiosity, leading into cruel gossip and daring quests just to discover the unknown. The Star Wars galaxy is no exception to this rule, as the galaxy is so vast and politicians are so infuriating. One such group subject to both the awe of the galaxy and the control of politicians is the Jedi Order. As they found knowledge is so valuable, they often share with their fellow members any certain facts or wild theory they may have on a subject. One such subject is a strange alien that Madame Jocasta Nu welcomed into the Temple.
"Did you hear?" A young knight asked her friend. "Did you hear Kito that there's a new Jedi in the Temple that no one has ever seen the species of before?"
"Know it, Lulu?" Kito looked up at her. "I'm the guy in charge of his room!" He said, waving his datapad around.
"Ooo!!" Lulu bounced, her many head tails bounced with her. "What's he like?! At least, I think it's a he."
"His ID lists him as a male, but who knows if that true thanks to language barriers." Kito shrugged his shoulders. The Kel Dor pointed to a section in his datapad. "From what I can tell, this guy has never been in our system before."
"Huh?" Lulu said, peering over his shoulder. "What do you mean? Is it cause you don't recongize the name or…"
"Forget the name, those are easy to replace with all the work our Jedi Shadows do. I'm talking about his gas preferences."
"Gas preferences?" Lulu blinked.
"Did you forget that my species can't breath oxygen?" Kito gave her a pained look from behind his breathing mask.
"OH!" Lulu said. "Those gas preferences!" The Nautolan rubbed her head. "What do those have to do with knowing this guy never been in our system?"
"You should try to follow the facts more often than the rumors Lulu." Kito shook his head.
"That's why I came to you!" Lulu lightly punched him. "The rumors do say that he's a species that no one has ever seen before."
Kito sighed. "When ever a non-oxgyen breathing Jedi gets their own room, they need the room set to a specific air quality so they don't suffocate. Since the Jedi Order has taken in so many different species, we have pretty much plugged in every basic air quality needed in our system."
"And???"
"Usually, when a new Jedi asks for a specific room, the Jedi will mention a few particulars on the air quality or just ask for the standard. If they ask for the particular, all I have to do is pull up the basic model and edit it slightly. For this guy however…" Kito opened up the gases on his datapad. "Requests a very specific kind of gases in a combination we have never seen before here at the Temple. I had to create his specific air quality from scratch!"
"So if his speices had been seen before, we would already have the means to take care of him!" Lulu cried. "Thanks Kito!"
"Hey, his speices could have been seen before, but never stayed at the Temple." Kito tapped her shoulder.
"True…" Lulu sighed. "Any thing else you got on him? Like color? What kinds of color he could see? Kind of food he needs to eat??? Whether he likes couches or chairs to sit on???"
"He only requested a bed." Kito said, glancing back at his datapad.
"Oh! The minimalist type!" Lulu said. "He'll fit just fine here with us! Since attachments to the material world are discouraged."
"I think it’s more that he wants us to make certain his bed is made correctly." Kito said, pulling up the datapad closer.
"Huh?" Lulu said. "Why would he be so worried that his bed wasn't made correctly?"
"Cause he wants his bed to be titled at 45-degreed angle."
"That's…weird." Lulu said, lost for words.
"You can stay that again."
"What's this guy's name again?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Nooo. I'm just going to the fact and not the rumor." Lulu smiled.
"It's uhh…Something."
"Oh come on and try to say it."
"Gar-ra-bold-didid?"
"Huh? Try that again."
"Garibaldi." A new voice rumbled.
Lulu and Kito jumped at the strange voice. Turning behind them, they finally got a good look at the stranger. The stranger, Garibaldi, was completely covered in a suit that looked like a cross between armor and an encounter suit. It had patterns dance throughout the design, said patterns dancing by fading in and out of existence. He had tubes, breathing around his neck, directing their eyes to the helmet. It was long, totally covering the face of the stranger, with an single green eye as a center piece. The only part of Garibaldi's gear that did not seem to be part of the suit was crests painted upon it. On his right breast was a blue gem held by two figures, one silver, the other gold. A mythosaur decorated his shoulder pad. On the other shoulder, a rectangle shield with a sword and number 5 on it was painted on it.
"You're Garibaldi?" Kito asked.
"Yes." The stranger nodded, his voice sounding like low thunder. Glancing at the two of them, Garibaldi spoke up. "Who are you?"
"Uhh…I'm Lulu!" The Naulotan cheered. "This here is Kito, my friend!"
"Who are you?" The stranger said again.
"We're Jedi Knights! We help people across the galaxy, serving wherever the Sente sends us!" Lulu answered.
Garibaldi's shoulders slightly stiffened. "Who are You?"
Kito placed a hand on Lulu's shoulder. "Lulu here is a Jedi Counsular who loves learning everything about everything. But she doesn't hoard it all to herself, so she constantly goes on missions to help teach those in Outer Rim."
"Knowledge is a gift that can help or hinder you through-out your life. It's really best to have teacher so you don't get lost along the way!" Lulu giggled.
"That said, she doesn't hang out around the Temple very much, so she spends most of her time catching up on the gossip."
"Hey! I missed out on so much! I need to know!"
Kito shook his head. "I'm an assistant Quartermaster. It's my job to see to it that everyone's needs are satisfied here at the Temple. If your quarters are uncomfortable or you are lacking necessary supplies, come talk to me. Everyone deserves a place to call their own, even a home within a home."
Garibaldi looked over both of them before nodding. He stretched out his hand to the datapad. "Quarters?"
"Would you like me to take you to your quarters?"
"Yes." Garibaldi nodded.
"Follow me." Kito said. "The non-oxgyen levels are right down the hallway."
"I would warn youuu…" Lulu began. "To get on a breathing mask, but something tells me you're covered."
A short whistle was heard from Garibaldi. Was that his laugh?
The group went through the check-point in-between the oxygen and non-oxygen sectors of the Temple. Lulu was the only one who needed a breather mask, though she had some trouble getting the correct breather on due to her head-tails. Kito had to direct her to a breather that the overachiever could fit directly into her nostrils. Luckily, there was no more difficulty after that as they reached Garibaldi's room shortly.
"Here is your room sir. Your air preferences have been set and your bed has been installed." Kito said as he opened up the door. "You can set a password for your door lock on your own time. If you want a key, just ask."
"No want." Garibaldi rumbled. "Only come…for what is needed."
Lulu and Kito were slightly taken aback. "Of course. That is what I am here for." Kito said. "We'll…leave you to get settled."
Garibaldi nodded before going into his quarters.
"Hey! Garibaldi!" Lulu called after him. "If you need company, we can meet up later! How's dinner sound?"
"As I'm standing here." Garbaldi rumbled with a nod. "Perhaps when the clock strikes seven chimes?" He said before the door closed.
"I think he said sure???" Kito wheezed as Lulu hummed.
"Yep! He did! Let's come back here for a late dinner!!" Lulu said as she pulled Kito along the hallway.
"You didn't ask me if I would come!!" Kito's cry's echoed as they left the sector.
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Garibaldi glanced around the room. With flicks of his wrists, he pulled out two different machines and turned them on. With the data pulling into his helmet's POV, he quickly concluded that the main room lacked any listening or recording devices. Carefully, he prowled the whole quarters, leaving no stone unturned lest a bug be left on. Only once every inch was covered was he satisfied that no one would be listening in on him.
Putting away his machines, fifteen-year-old left out a laugh. "Who knew that pretending to be a baby Vorlan would be this much fun!" Boba Fett Garibaldi smiled beneath his helmet. "Oh how I'm going to enjoy taking these creative liberties!"