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[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora felt the way the Force shifted around Connel at her mention of his father. She remained silent, letting his feelings settle. Then she smiled, soft and somber.

"The mark of a true Jedi."

No ego, no bluster. Caltin's sacrifice, as much as it pained her, was the epitome of their path.

"I'm sorry to hear about Gabriel. He was a good man."

Cora drummed her fingers against the armrest of the chair, humming in thought. "That is kind of you, thank you. I'll be sure to call on you if I think of what I might need. This enclave and the particulars of the Ukatian monarchy have kept me busy. Some of the younglings from the Order have found shelter here."

Her fingers stilled, expression slowly sobering. The departure of seasoned masters of knights from the core had stung. Cora didn't understand the moves they made, but hoped that the Force would reveal it in time. It would quell many a frustration.

When she spoke, her words were slow and careful.

"How fares…Master Noble and everyone?"

Connel Vanagor

 

[Akela Ru]

Reina Daival

AKela looked at the Reina and nodded a sign of ultimate respect. "An interdependant confactor, I can respect that but our goals are the same helping. By being in the rebellion against naptime it allows padawans to properly join the cause and they can help people." She said it standing there as her thoughts raced on what they could do.. there was a lot of people but she knew the secret to surviving the adults and their agents was not to linger. This one if she could not be an ally in the eternal war she could not risk upsetting her and making her an enemy. "But you have given your answer and I will take my leave. The day is beginning and there are padawans to liberate for the war."

She was nodding her head but stopped and dug in her robes pockets producing a piece of paper, irregularly cut into a rectangle, covered with something sticky that smelled of artificial syrup... and adorned with crayons making words... maybe might have been scribbles of a togruta. "Take my card it has the ways to contact me when the oppression of the adults becomes to much." She handed it over leaving the string and lint from her pockets to stick to it. "Until we meet again don't let the danger and power of the adults corrupt you Reina... now.... AKELA VANISH!!!" She shouted it and threw some glitter into the air as she started to run off towards the temple again.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

UNDERGROUND NETWORKING
UKATIS
JEDI ENCLAVE

Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

Her well-wishing of his father’s fate brought out a soft smile from him. He did not think about what those who might not have kind things to say would have thought. Their opinions did not matter, but he knew that they existed out there.

Gabriel died fighting the Sunfyre brigade, or whatever they were called. There was no emotion there. The one who assumed his sign isn’t trying to replace him, but lives up to his choice. It’s what I’m trying to do in regards to my father.

The words hung in the air as Connel took another breath. Then the question he was not looking forward to, but was expecting. What about the others?

How should he answer? She was deserving of the open truth, but what of those around her? What were their intentions? From what I know, about as well as can be expected, they are surviving. If you wish, I’m sure that you would be welcomed to see them. Vague enough to not turn any other ears on their scent, but direct enough she would understand.

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[Kael Varnok]

The earth gave beneath the weight of his hands, damp soil clinging to his fingers as Kael leaned into the work. Sweat streaked down scarred shoulders, his broad chest rising and falling with the rhythm of labor. His robes lay discarded against a stone wall nearby, leaving only the plain trousers, boots, and the belt that bore his sabers. The hilts glinted faintly in the mist, out of place among the rows of green.

"Force take me…" he muttered under his breath, jaw tight as he drove the spade into stubborn ground. "Battle's so much easier than this." The words were low, nearly swallowed by the mist, yet weighted with truth. His voice carried the rasp of a man who had seen too much war — and perhaps missed it even as he sought peace.

He straightened, wiping his brow with a wrapped forearm. The scars that marked his body were a testament to survival, yet his expression flickered — a rare moment of weariness, almost as if he could not decide which part of himself belonged here. The warrior, ever restless… or the Jedi, trying to coax life from soil instead of ending it with steel.

His gaze turned toward the manor, toward the voices carried on the air. For a heartbeat, he lingered — divided, as always. Then he bent again to the earth, as though burying the choice beneath the rows of budding crops.

 

[Akela Ru]

Akela looked at the temple as she was leaving Reina... she could leave but that would see dangerous elements introduced to the padawans who were here... the smelly old man ( Connel Vanagor ) and the old lady ( Corazona von Ascania ) couldn't be allowed to corrupt the youth of the galaxy. She was looking at it and paused as she crouched below a window. her eyes squinting when she heard the tell tale sounds of adults.. the heavy breathing... the shuffling of feet from their dull existence... the sound of their massive bulks from eating plants... plants weighed you down. Sugar made you go high that was why it was called a sugar high. "Operation Ukatismaas Uproar beginning phase twenty two and aa half third fifth.... now it gets dangerous. I have had to seperate from the Reina.. a mutual seperation and we didn't have to divide the candy assets."

She said it while crawling up into a window as she crouched lower on towards the floor. Her voice coming as she looked around. "The temple is cold, like the sweet cream freezer on a summer day, the air still smells of adults... like veggie farts and that smell you get when you don't shower for a week." Her movements were muffled as she went towards a doorway and listened. Hearing the old man and old lady talk... she was the one who had hidden all of the cookies in the kitchen... but she wasn't as smarticle as the padawan menace... she used the left side of her brain... the sugar awakened all of Akela's brain. "I am continuing infiltration of the temple... need to sneak past the room where the old man and old lady are located. If I should be caught tell vice chancellor of snacks sir fluffiness the seventeenth he is to avenge me."

She said it while speaking into a crayon that was in her had.. she was drawing a planned path on the wall when she heard it and moved. "I am sneaking I am sneaking... I am sneaking." She moved with a tiptoe at the entryway of the door and repeated the stealth mantra that allowed one to be invisible.. she couldn't see the two adults... which meant they couldn't see her. Her stealth mode depleting fast as she cleared the door quickly and was moving down the hall when she heard another. A member of Omega squad there as she jumped up into an alcove when they were walking past... the helmet at the ready and she grabbed from her utility belt a stink bug. "Beginning stealth takedown." She moved and jumped on the soldiers shoulders moving around and spoke as he pulled at the helmet to slip the bug underneath.

"The padawans send their regards." She said it and the crunch came... then she was being held up by her robes neck by another and being taken down the hall. Her eyes looking at them as one coughed... "Hmm I miscalculated... forgot they are co-defendant and can' be alone." THe soldier was looking at her as the other was gagging. "It got.. she got it in my mouth." Akela looked at him and stayed there for a moment as the other looked at her. "Who are you kid?" The person was looking at her and Akela spoke as she was there. "I am the terror that prowls the halls, I am the peice of bacon left in the fridge for those who are hungry, I am the wart on the back of the hand of justice that you fear, I am the jam between the toes of.... oh look candy." SHe said it and had a gummy worm.

"SNEAK ATTACK." She shouted it as the gummy worms bounced off the armor of the soldier who was carrying her and then she was being deposited back into the dorm rooms... her eyes looking at what was around her as she saw other padawans who were here... there wasn't much but it would be enough as she took out a small bar of candy. Then all went black.... Akela stood atop a precarious tower of pillows in a bustling dorm. Her pouches stuffed with gummy worms, and her grin lights up the room. Padawans of all species, some clutching cookies she had brought, others sparkling from a recent glitter bomb, watch in awe. A reprogrammed training remote hovers nearby, primed for broadcasting the message. Akela raises a kazoo like a lightsaber and begins, her voice ringing with infectious energy.

She looked at them and prepared.. her attention was there when she thought about it for a moment.. she needed this to be cool and there was only one way to go about it. "Padawans, snack warriors, champions of the temple! We're not just here to train with boring old adults or meditate until our brains turn to blue milk pudding. No, we're here to fight the real battle the battle of naptime tyranny, enforced veggies with our meal and jedi master stealing all of the cookie's! For centuries, grown-ups have tried to trap us in a world of bedtimes, broccoli, and "no running in the halls." They think they can guarantee a galaxy without fun, without cookies, without glitter! But I say, HA! We outnumber them and we've got the gummy worms to prove it!

Way back when the galaxy was young and Jedi wore weirder robes, there was always a chance for padawan. The same breeze that carries a stuffy lecture could blow open a hidden snack stash! That chance, that twinkle of possibility, has sent grumpy grown-ups into a panic across the stars. They've tried to stop us with their "schedules" and "responsibilities." But we've got stories oh, the stories! The time the padawans liberated a mountain of cookies from a secret vault! The day we built a pillow fort so epic it became a no-naptime zone! The campaign that turned a training hall into a glittery warzone! These are our weapons, Padawans, and the adults are shaking in their boring boots!

The forces of gloom whether it's cranky instructors, snack-hoarding enemies, or those sneaky cafeteria droids are coming at us with new tricks. They've got veggie ambushes, bedtime traps, and even that terrifying "disappointed teacher voice." Their anti-fun strategies are clever, their malice downright sneaky. We've gotta be ready for every kind of no-cookie treachery, every wild maneuver. No idea is too outlandish glitter bombs in the vents? Pillow forts in the archives? A kazoo blast to disrupt a lecture? We'll consider every plan with a sparkly eye and a steady hand, because we're the masters of the temple and we don't back down!

I've got absolute confidence that if every one of you does your duty if you hide your snacks, build your forts, and toss glitter like it's your lightsaber we'll defend our temples, our rooms, our cookies! We'll ride out the storm of boring rules, outlast the menace of naptime, even if it takes years, even if we're the only ones giggling in the dark! That's our mission, Padawans. That's the will of the Snack Council every one of us, from the fluffiest plushie to the googly-eyed gonk droid. That's the heartbeat of the Force itself!

Even if half the galaxy falls to gloom, even if every snack stash is raided, even if someone tries to ban glitter we won't give up. We'll fight in the kitchens with Stink Bombs! We'll fight in the training yards with Puppy-Eye Parries! We'll fight in the halls with Glitter Storm! We'll fight in the dorms with Nap-Time Nullifiers! We'll fight on the rooftops, in the courtyards, in every corner of every temple and we'll never surrender! And if and I don't believe this for a second our people fall to the grumpy side, then our allies beyond the stars and in the outer rim, armed with Jing-Tinglers, Electro Who-Cardio Floox and Who-Wonkers. THey shall will keep the rebellion alive. Until, it is once again our time, the farthest reaches of the galaxy send a convoy of snacks and shenanigans to liberate us all!"

Akela raises a cookie high, glitter swirling like a Force aura. The Padawans erupt in cheers, a training remote misfires a gummy worm, and a kazoo rendition of "The Imperial March" fills the Dorm with a chaotic joy.

"So, Padawans, grab your glitter, stuff your pockets with snacks, and let's make every temple the seat of our power! Who's is with me?" She said it and the padawan all cheered prepared to follow her... they had at first seemed to question who was leading them but eventually they came to believe and see the vision. Akela looked at her growing army and thought about who was there in the temple.. who would become in the situation as she charged for the doors at a growing speed only to stop at the door as she tried it when the automation failed to open... her hands grasping as she tried to open it.

"BLAST THEY HAVE TRAPPED US..... CURSES YOU CHILD LOCKS."

 

[Makko Vyres]

MAKKO

They zipped overhead like flies for a bit before finally settling into a precise formation before the wall, projecting wide pale blue beams as they glided from side to side at staggard elevations.

"Well what are you..." Makko mused as he saw drones checking further structures.

The Jedi knight had a small obsession tinkering with drones. He was almost accompanied by several into battle. He had no formal training and learned from tinkering or reading on the holonet.

Makko stretched out with the Force and overrode a drone until it drifted down to the palm of his hand. The other drones immediately reported the theft.

Mykel would only have a few minutes before Makko could find a screwdriver.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

The air between them didn't still, but it did hang a little heavier. Cora didn't speak for a few moments after Connel's explanation. Eventually, she nodded slowly.

"I see," she murmured. His answer was careful, the sort you made when you weren't sure which ears or eyes were still lingering. "I would like to visit soon, if timing allows. I was…disappointed to see so few on Ilum. But glad for those who survived."

The aftermath of Coruscant had left lingering frustrations for those who'd chosen to leave the core. Some had felt it far more viscerally than others. Cora tried to push past that in favor of working with what they had.

"Perhaps it's time for a change of pace," she murmured. Cora waved a hand, summoning a passing girl. She wore a Ukatian field dress and carried a basket of vegetables.

"My dear, once you bring those to the kitchen, could you summon those working in the fields and on the temple restoration for a short break? I'd like to speak with them."

Connel Vanagor Akela Ru Mykel Dawson Kelan Dhal Reina Daival Aiden Porte Kael Varnok Aris Noble Makko Vyres

 

[Connel Vanagor]

UNDERGROUND NETWORKING
UKATIS
JEDI ENCLAVE

Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

When she said how she was disappointed in so few being on Ilum, he nodded and understood. It was, and still is a bit of a touchy subject. It was not something that he wanted to do, but having gone through what they had gone through, he had the… “advantage” of knowing a Fleet Captain, and being “brothers” to a Special Forces unit. He knew that the military … well… this is a conversation for another time. There was also something that his father had told him. Something he had never forgotten.

I get it. I won’t try to convince you of anything, but you have my contact information. He didn’t want to push, but he knew that there was more ways of communication. If you want me to leave, I will, but I just wanted to make sure that you are okay.

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[Vodet]

His modified transport had made its way to Ukatis, another enclave, the night prior. An escort of a pair of Jedi piloted E-Wings had delivered the Master to the world who had left Kattada in the hands of Jared Starchaser. That felt brash but it was also their world. The Hawksbill had been loaded with equipment and resources from Kattada.

Loader droids, and some Jedi who specialized in Plant Surge had gotten to work with repairs. Some were here as transfer students of a sort.

Vodet however had missed his morning alarm but still the lumbering Jedi Master followed the Force. Looking for his counterpart in this temple. This world was vastly different than his own but no less beautiful. Lush and so many different species.

Corazona von Ascania

 

[Kael Varnok]

The girl's voice carried through the fields, and Kael straightened from his work, soil clinging stubbornly to his scarred hands. He let out a low breath, muttering under his own rasp, "Battle's so much easier than this." The spade he'd been driving into the earth stood upright where he left it, a marker of his place among the crops.

Sweat streaked across his chest and shoulders, bare save for the old wraps that still bound his forearms. His sabers glinted faintly at his hips, as out of place here as he sometimes felt himself. Yet he obeyed the summons without hesitation, boots carrying him across the mist-veiled yard and into the manor's threshold.

He paused there, presence filling the space like a shadow of war that did not belong among soft words and warm hearths. Still, Kael inclined his head toward Cora, then to Connel.


"You called," he said simply. His tone was respectful, but the tension in his stance betrayed that familiar split within him — the soldier more at ease in battle than in moments of peace.

Corazona von Ascania

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Corazona von Ascania Connel Vanagor Kael Varnok
Location: Ukatis

"Are you...sure I can't just keep working?"

Reina sighed as the serving girl seemed to imply that wasn't entirely an option for Reina. Drats. She didn't want to deal with people. There was too much on her shoulders, but she wasn't going to be someone who refused a summoning like this. It would only add to her shame, from things she hadn't been able to help with. Work was easier to deal with. People weren't. It had crossed her mind to try and use her voice, to subtly influence the serving girl to tell Cora that Reina was still busy...but that would have been wrong of her.

And so she made her way towards the kitchen. Keeping her head hung low as she made her way over before finding the nearest wall to stand against and act as if she could blend in with it all. There were other people in the room that brought more attention to their presence, so Reina just hoped she could hide for as long as she needed to before she could get back to work.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

: Means written/typed communication : < Means Sign Language communication >

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora’s expression softened. "Of course I don't want you to leave, Connel. You're welcome here any time, for as long as you'd like. I'm grateful that you came to check on me, truly."

The corners of her lips lifted into the faint line of a smile as she reached for his hand, giving it a brief squeeze before it fell away. "It's good to know that I still have friends in the galaxy. I'll have to visit Odessen soon."

Her call had drawn a few of those working around the temple and the fields to the terrace. Among them were a handful of familiar faces. Reina, the Padawan with surly tendencies but a work ethic that was second to none. Kael, the mysterious Jedi she'd shared a conversation with before the dinner on Kadaara.

Slowly, the wounded woman pushed herself up from her hover chair, absently reaching for Connel's arm to steady herself with.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your work, but I wanted to thank you for coming." Cora slipped a hand into the folds of her robe and retrieved several small, circular pendants.

"A token," she said, handing one to Connel. A careful step brought her forward, where she handed one to Reina and Kael each.

"I'm afraid it isn't much, but the people of Ukatis believe that these ward away evil and protect travelers." A folk tale, but such stories often sprang from a seed of reality. "These in particular have been imbued with the Light side of the Force."

Cora briefly tilted her head gratitude before straightening.

"That is all. Please, feel free to rest here - or return to your work, if you are so inclined."

Connel Vanagor Kael Varnok Reina Daival

 

[Connel Vanagor]

UNDERGROUND NETWORKING
UKATIS
JEDI ENCLAVE

Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

When she had reached for his hand, Connel closed his eyes momentarily to keep them from welling up. Then the sentiment that everything was, and would be okay just hit him in the feels. It also made him more agitated in his self-imposed sense of heroism. It was definitely the “Vanagor” in him, but it still made him feel horrible.

Then came the token.

I … I can’t… are you sure this shouldn’t go to someone more deserving? He didn’t want to push, maybe it was the humility in him but as much as he (and Omega Squad) did not regret doing what they had done, they regretted those who were left behind. This is wonderful. Thank you. He said, squeezing it, and making sure she was steady.

You’ve always been like the little sister I never had… that is meant to be complimentary… if you need anything… anything...

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[Kael Varnok]

Kael stepped forward with the others, his heavy frame marked by sweat and soil. He bowed his head as Cora pressed the token into his palm, the cool weight of it unfamiliar against calloused skin.

"Thank you," he said, voice low, carrying the rasp of a man more used to shouting orders over battle than offering gratitude. His thumb brushed the small pendant as if testing its truth. For a moment, his expression softened.

Then the whisper came — that other presence, always waiting at the edges of his thoughts. "What use is trinket or tale against the darkness you've seen?" His jaw tightened, and his left pupil narrowed to a sharp slit, a predator's gaze flickering across his scarred features. Kael blinked hard, and it was gone, hidden behind the calm mask he wore like armor.

He slid the token into a pouch at his belt, inclining his head once more. "It will be kept close," he said simply. No flourish, no falsehood — just the truth of a man trying to believe in more than the war carved into his bones.


Without further word, Kael turned back toward the misted fields, drawn again to the earth. His broad shoulders moved steady with each step, sabers swaying at his hips, the token's weight a quiet reminder pressing against him as he returned to work.

Corazona von Ascania

 

[Tiir Sareck]

Tiir came to Ukatis with a sense of... obligation. He'd lived long enough to see the Order rebuild many a time, though, he felt as if the Force called him to be here this time.

His presence could be felt as he approached the temple, the plants overtaking the temple seemingly welcoming him as they almost parted in his wake.

Reaching a hand out and gently resting it on a rather large vine, his fingers slowly curled around the length. Closing his eyes, he felt a connection with the temple's flora. From the vines, to the plants in the fields, to the root system deep below, he felt all of it.
He spoke softly, though, his voice was rough from age.

A simple "Thank you." Was all he said, before opening his eyes once more.

With that, he gently released the vine, giving the plant a respectful nod. Tiir had acknowledged that the Jedi present were by now guests of the plants, and both were dependent on the other.
He made his way to the back of the temple, into the fields, quickly surveying them.
He soon took notice of which patches were being harvested, and had the most people tending to him. This also allowed him to locate the areas that still needed tending.

After wandering the fields for a moment, he would kneel, meditating. He placed his hands on the topsoil, in a patch where the plants had clearly been struggling, overlooked by most as simply 'dead crops'.
The small crops were clearly lacking nutrition, potentially diseased, and nearly dead. They were horribly wilted, drooping like a frown.

Still, Tiir continued to meditate, reaching out to the plants through the vastness of the force. He connected with them the same way he had in the temple proper, and now, he compelled them to keep fighting.

"You're not done yet. You just need someone to believe in you." He whispered to himself, smiling softly, as if the wilted crops were simply scared younglings.

For a moment, nothing happened. Though, Tiir remained still. Eventually though, one of the Crops would now bare a spec of green where was once formally dead tissue. Slowly at first, then rapidly, the patch was healed. The crops now stood upright, even taller than the patches nearby, perhaps now the cream of the crop.

The effects of the growth spread to a few of the nearby patches, causing them to spring up as well.
Tiir smiled, waving over a worker.

"You missed a spot." He jested, gently punching him in the shoulder with a cheeky grin.

With that, Tiir made his way back into the temple, now interested in investigating the rumors of 'Watchful Specters'.

 

[Aiden Porte]

Corazona von Ascania
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The hammer's steady rhythm echoed against the stones, each strike sending a tremor through the old wall. Aiden kept his focus on the line of mortar he was repairing, the cool damp of the mist settling into his robes and hair. The wall beneath his hands was stubborn, but it wanted to stand, it only needed a little help to remember how.

He paused long enough to adjust the placement of a block when the soft crunch of footsteps reached him. One of the young villagers approached, voice pitched low but urgent.

"Knight Porte… Lady Cora asks that all those working take a short break. She wishes to speak with you."

Aiden let the words sink in, then nodded. He brushed the grit from his palms, the faint dust of stone clinging still to his fingers. His gaze lingered on the wall a moment longer, as if reluctant to step away before the work was done. Yet the Force urged patience, walls could wait, but voices gathered together carried weight of their own.

"Thank you," he said quietly to the messenger. "I'll come."

Straightening, he gathered the tools back into the crate with practiced care. As he lifted it, he cast a look across the temple grounds where others were beginning to set aside their work, drifting towards Cora's location. Her voice had stirred something in the air, a shift that even the fog couldn't suppress.

Aiden's steps fell in with the others as he made his way forward, the stones he left behind standing just a little taller, as though listening for what was to come.

 

[Akela Ru]

Akela stands atop her wobbling pillow redoubt, a half-eaten cookie in one hand, her kazoo-saber in the other. She spots a Rodian youngling looking nervously at the child-locked door. Akela looked at him and she needed to fix this but how... she thought about it... she thought about it like you think about how the adults stole your nose.... or why the tooth wistie only comes if you are asleep... like they are just spying on you.

"What's he that wishes so? My green friend? No, my fellow snack-warrior! If we are marked for extra chores, we are enough to make our temple proud. And if to play, the fewer nappers, the greater share of cookies! The Force's will! I pray thee, wish not one more padawan!

By the Maker, I am not covetous for credits, nor care I who nibbles from my secret stash; it stings me not if others borrow my favorite socks—such boring things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet glory and the last gummy worm, I am the most offending soul alive!

No, faith, my friend, wish not a single soul from the crèche! I would not lose so great an honor as one more comrade would share from me, for the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather, proclaim it through our pillow fort, that he which hath no stomach for this fun, let him depart; his permission slip shall be made, and a juice box put into his pouch. We would not have naptime in that being's company who fears his fellowship to giggle with us!

This day is called the Feast of Crispy-Crunch! He that outlives this day, and comes safe to bedtime, will stand on tip-toe when this day is named, and rouse him at the name of Crispy-Crunch. He that shall see the next sunrise, will yearly on the vigil feast his creche-mates, and say, 'Tomorrow is the Great Cookie Heist.' Then will he show his glitter-stains and say, 'These I got on Crispy-Crunch day!' Old Masters forget, yet all shall be forgot, but he'll remember with advantages what feats we did that day.

Then shall our names Akela the Un-napped, and Fluffy the Gonk-Droid, Jaxxon the Cookie-Liberator be familiar in their mouths as household words, be in their flowing blue milk freshly remembered! This story shall the good youngling teach his droid; and Crispy-Crunch shall ne'er go by, from this day to the ending of the galactic standard calendar, but we in it shall be remembered!

We few, we happy few, we snack-fueled squadron of sisters and brothers! For he to-day that shares his last gummy worm with me shall be my brother; be he ne'er so young, this day shall gentle his naptime record. And younglings in the crèche now a-sleep shall think themselves accursed they were not here, and hold their bravness cheap whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispy-Crunch's day!"

She spoke as the padaawans looked at her. "Ah what does that means?" He was scratching his head... another was picking his nose... not the greatest soldiers... he wasn't even going to eat it just smear it on the wall like he had been doing. "I don't know.... but it sounded awesome."