Private Roommate Adventures!

[Kuhbee]

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Location: Naboo - Sanctuary Doormitores
Equipment: Translation Droid | Lightsaber | Jedi Robes |
Tags: Nien

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Kuhbee had been up since dawn. The sanctuary's gentle chimes had barely finished echoing through the stone halls when the young Wookiee Padawan was already tearing through his room, quite literally in some cases, with the enthusiasm of a starfighter at full throttle.

For months, his quarters at the Jedi Sanctuary on Naboo had been quiet, much too quiet for someone as full of life and curiosity as him. The only sounds were the occasional hum of his training holoprojector, the faint buzz of his meditation orb, and his own deep, rumbling snores. But that was all about to change.

Today, the Masters had told him, he would finally be getting a roommate.

Kuhbee could barely contain his excitement. His shaggy fur was in disarray from all his frantic tidying. He'd swept the floor three times (mostly just moving the dust from one corner to another but he was trying to get his fur up), stacked his training manuals in neat, slightly crooked piles, and even arranged his few belongings in what he hoped was a welcoming display. He had placed a small carved wooden figure—a tiny wroshyr bird he'd whittled himself from a branch of Kashyyyk's sacred trees, on the new bunk, as a kind of peace offering or maybe just a sign of goodwill.

Every few minutes, he would stop, stand in the center of the room, and look around with a proud, expectant expression, letting out a low trill of satisfaction. Then, just as quickly, he'd start moving again, adjusting something else like his blanket, his datapad, the window shade, the mat where he meditated.

Anyone passing in the corridor could hear him humming that sounded like a deep, rhythmic sound that carried a note of excitement through the tranquil halls.

Finally, as the afternoon sun began to pour golden light through the window, Kuhbee paused. His heart (and stomach) gave a little flutter. He could sense it, as if someone approaching. Footsteps in the corridor. A new energy.

His new roommate was almost here.

Kuhbee straightened, smoothed his fur as best he could, and let out a deep, nervous roar that might've meant "Welcome!" or "Oh stars, I hope they like me!"—perhaps both. His translator droid was curled up in the corner, not activated currently, though that would need to change soon he imagined.

This was it. The start of a new chapter in his Jedi journey.

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[Nien]

Kuhbee​

Nien tugged his small pack tighter on his shoulder as he hurried down the corridor, his short legs moving in quick, eager strides. Afternoon light from Naboo's skies spilled through arched windows, painting warm gold on the sanctuary walls. The Temple smelled of moss, incense, and polished wood, a comforting scent he had already come to love.

He paused outside the door with his name on it. His large green ears twitched at the sounds of bustling movement inside. A soft smile spread across his small, expressive face. So this was Kuhbee.

He reached up, his fingers splaying over the panel, and pressed firmly to open the door.

The room buzzed with life: fur, half-folded blankets, and the earthy scent of wood shavings from a recent carving filled the air. Kuhbee stood in the middle, tall and shaggy, a storm of excitement in a Wookiee's body. Nien's eyes went wide with delight.

"Ohhh!" Nien exclaimed, voice high and bright. "So busy! You must be Kuhbee!?"

He set his pack gently by the door and padded forward, craning his head back to meet Kuhbee's gaze. "Nien I am. Padawan, same as you! The Master told me you are strong, very strong, but kind also. I think we will be good together, yes?"

His bright eyes caught the small wooden bird on the new bunk, and his ears perked up. "You made this? Beautiful it is!" He clasped his hands together in genuine admiration. "Reminds me of the trees on my world, sing when the wind passes through them, they do."

He looked around, soaking in every detail as though each were a treasure, then turned to Kuhbee, grinning wide enough to nearly reach his ears.

"So excited! I feel adventures coming. The Force brought us together. Friends, maybe, even great ones."

 

[Kuhbee]

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Kuhbee froze for half a heartbeat as the door slid open, just long enough for his nerves to make his fur puff out an embarrassing extra inch. But the moment he saw the small, green-eared figure step inside, all wide-eyed wonder and soft excitement, something eased in him like a knot loosening.

He let out a low, rising rrrroooo? of greeting, the sound rumbling warmly through his chest.

The little one name Nien, was bright, like a spark of sunlight bouncing around the room. Kuhbee felt the energy immediately, a cheerful hum that made his own heart flutter with recognition. This was someone who felt things deeply, who looked at a room not as space but as a story. When Nien spoke his name, Kuhbee dipped his head in a nod so enthusiastic it nearly sent his braid swinging into a pile of manuals.

"Ruurh hrrrmmhh-raa," he answered, which meant Yes! I am Kuhbee! Happy to meet you, even though his translator droid was not currently active.

He stepped closer, mindful to lower his posture so as not to loom too much. Wookiees could sometimes accidentally intimidate smaller species, but Nien didn't seem afraid, only delighted. Kuhbee already liked him for that.

When Nien's gaze landed on the little wooden bird, Kuhbee's ears perked and he rumbled a pleased, shy trill.

"Wrrrhuu-rrrhaa," he explained that yes he had made it. He mimed whittling with his claws, then tapped his chest with a gentle thump to show sincerity. The carving had been the hardest part of waiting because he kept worrying it wasn't good enough, that it wouldn't mean anything to whoever arrived. Hearing Nien say it reminded him of home made Kuhbee's throat tighten with emotion he wasn't expecting.

Nien's bright grin was infectious. Kuhbee felt his own mouth stretch into a toothy, delighted Wookiee smile, and he let out a loud, musical whoop that shook the dust from the rafters. His translator wasn't active, but the sound was unmistakably joyful.

He placed a big, gentle paw on his new roommate's shoulder, carefully, very carefully, and gave a soft squeeze.

"Rrrrhhhooorrmm… hrrrnah," he murmured, which meant I think we will be great friends too, though Nien might not know that, Kuhbee realized. It might be time to turn on his translator droid.

Then, with exuberance returning like a solar flare, he whipped around to the rest of the room and spread his arms wide in a dramatic flourish as if revealing a grand secret.

"RRAAOOORHH!"

He pointed at the second bunk, at the shared desk, at the window overlooking the Naboo gardens, each gesture a promise of stories yet to come.

Then he pressed the button on his sleeping translator droid. It blinked to life with a soft chirp.

Kuhbee shot Nien an excited, conspiratorial grin.


"Raurr," ((Welcome home)) the droid translated in a cheerful metallic tone.


Nien

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[Nien]

Kuhbee
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Nien's heart swelled at the sound. The translation was almost unnecessary; he could feel the warmth in Kuhbee's tone through the Force, like the deep, steady heartbeat of a forest. His ears perked straight up, and a delighted laugh bubbled out of him, bright and musical.

"Home," he echoed softly, rolling the word like a treasure on his tongue. "Yes! Feels like it already, hmm?"

He reached up, he had to stretch quite a bit, to pat Kuhbee's arm, his tiny hand disappearing into the Wookiee's thick fur. "Kind, you are. Strong heart, I sense. A good friend you will be."

The little Padawan turned in a slow circle, eyes wide as he took in the space Kuhbee had so lovingly prepared, the crooked stacks of manuals, the neatly folded (if somewhat lopsided) blanket, the scent of polished wood and Naboo air drifting in through the window. Everything about it radiated welcome.

"This room," Nien murmured, "Like a song it feels. Your spirit fills it. But now, two melodies together." He tapped his chest, smiling up at Kuhbee. "Harmony!"

He paused, head tilting, ears twitching in curiosity. "First, perhaps food, hmm? You look hungry. Wookiee hunger, much I have heard of!"

Nien's laughter chimed again, pure joy in every note. "Come, come! Start of a great story, this is. The Force smiles today, yes it does."

 

[Kuhbee]

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Kuhbee's chest swelled with relief and delight. His new friend was not only friendly, he radiated a kind of bright, grounded warmth that made the Wookiee feel instantly at ease. The Council had chosen well; Kuhbee could already tell that Nien was the kind of padawan who would make even a strange new place feel like home. They had known each other mere hours, and yet they were falling into an easy, natural rhythm.

As Nien spoke, Kuhbee found himself studying him with new appreciation. There was a steadiness in his voice, a quiet confidence in the Force that was rare in someone so young. Wise, Kuhbee thought with admiration. Strong, too.

But the moment food was mentioned, all lofty reflections vanished. Kuhbee let out a bark of pure, unfiltered joy and rubbed his stomach with both hands. His tiny translation droid, slung crookedly at his belt, buzzed to life with a lazy chirp.

(Wookiees never say no to food.)

Kuhbee gave a rumbling chuckle at that. True enough.

Together, they stepped out of the dormitory and into the softly lit hallway leading toward the cafeteria. Other padawans moved about in clusters with some sitting cross-legged on the floor reviewing holopads, others chasing each other in good-natured mischief, still others leaning against the walls in animated conversation. It was a rare pocket of downtime between lessons, the hour when the younger padawans socialized, relaxed, and temporarily forgot the weight of their training.

Kuhbee had always hovered on the fringes of these moments. Being so large, so young, and so noticeably… gangly, as Master Toma liked to put it, often made him unsure of how to fit in. But with Nien walking beside him, someone who seemed genuinely excited to know him, Kuhbee felt something new: hope.

He rumbled a low string of syllables, his tone curious and earnest.

"Awwr run rmmm."

The translation droid blinked once before offering its commentary:

(Do you have a Master yet?)

Kuhbee tilted his head toward Nien, dark eyes bright with interest. He wanted to know everything, who trained his new friend, what worlds he'd seen, what dreams he held. Already, the Wookiee could feel the beginnings of a real bond forming.

Kuhbee hoped, quietly and fiercely, that Nien felt the same.

Nien

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