Private I need money.

[Jaeson Starchaser]

Cuckoos. A species of bird who would sometimes add their egg to the nest of another bird for them to raise. A trap that would strain the broods resources as a whole. There was a similar fish species that would lay eggs in the mouth of other fish where they kept their brood. Their egg would hatch first and take over the brood as a whole devouring them and using up all the resources meant for them. Similarly there was insect species that would do the same, and then there was Jaeson.

So the analogy wasn’t perfect but there was an internal realization of what exactly he was, a kleptoparasite. The thought was brought on by a low mood as he approached the house, his house.

Jaeson let himself into the house. It was the house he was raised in, although he’d stop short of calling it a home. As he walked through the halls everything was clinical. His bedroom when he arrived was bare, his belongings having been moved to a small apartment off campus he’d gotten for himself on Rudrig. Now the neat room looked more like a hospital room than ever before devoid of all personality. The entire place, now that he had a frame of reference, reminded him more like a laboratory than a home. Certainly it wasn’t the regal manner Kyra had introduced him to filled with life and emotional weight. Here there was only eccentricities.

Laying down on the bed his first thought wasn’t how glad he was to be home but rather if his ‘mother’ would be upset he’d wrinkled the sheets. Sighing, he stood up and smoothed the sheets out with his hands. He had a job to do, a reason for being here and not in school.

She was in the library or the lab of course, and here came Jaeson hat in hand. “Hey,” he said walking into the room. “I’m home and, to get to the point and out of your hair, I have a favor to ask. I need to borrow some money….” the horror the horror.

Farah

 

[Farah]

As much as Farah wasn’t the traditional sort of mother, she still considered Jaeson to be her son. As much as she could call a clone of someone else—who was not biologically related her—her child.

But Jae had been her first successful project of a particular nature. Spawned from DNA that had been extracted from Damian Starchaser, Jae was the first clone she’d produced, though the success of that venture was…debatable.

Farah may have been a harsh woman, but she still had something resembling a heart. She’d poured a lot of time and effort into creating and teaching Jaeson, and naturally, a bond had developed.

He was as rambunctious as his donor, and Farah wondered if she should have attempted to breed in more demure traits. Thus, it was no surprise when the blonde had approached her at their home on Dromund Kaas. Ever the isolationist, Farah had requested a private residence outside of the Zambrano citadel.

Perched at her desk, and leaning over a microscope, Farah didn’t look up at first when he’d entered. From the first “hey”, she knew that she would not like what he had to say.

A few beats passed, and she pushed away from the scope, expression unamused as ever. First she’d paid for school, now what.

“What did you do with the allowance I gave you?”

Children.

Jaeson Starchaser

 

[Jaeson Starchaser]

Narrowing his eyes Jaeson leaned against a wall, holding it up he’d say, and looked at Farah. “Well,” he said giving her a once over. “I used them for tuition. While on a school trip to an ancient dig site I managed to uncover some artifacts which I sold to the university. Then I got an apartment. After that I used what was left over to fund my own little expedition.” Best not to say to a Sith library on ossus during the invasion, “Then after that I signed up for some more courses, but I’m studying abroad for a bit so I need a place to stay.”

Everything was true but once more he decided to omit some details. It was better Farah didn’t know he signed up for Jedi School. It was important to learn about all the philosophies of the galaxy, even the flawed ones, or so he told himself. Still he doubted his maternal figure would approve.

“Which facilitated me needing another place to stay, so after getting student visas and suffering through inefficient bureaucracy I have need for a little bit of cash to get my own place. I’m looking to get a job to make the monthly payments if that helps ease you into this…”

He was practically out of breath when he was finished. The little speech didn’t go exactly as he’d planned but hopefully it would be good enough.

Farah