The word is that the Empire is dead and gone, but pieces of it still linger across the galaxy and haunt your life. With your father obeying every movement made by the insidious Moff Gideon and family turning against family, you are placed in the pro...
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"All right. Okay. Let's try this again. Did you... do you have the wire?"
You peered inside the wall, where you saw the Child's clueless eyes staring at the wall of wires in front of him. "No, he doesn't have it. Hey. Hey, listen here, kid. Remember what you were told to do?"
Din sighed and got out of his seat. He knelt beside you and peered into the tiny space. "Okay. Did you get the wire out? The red wire?"
The baby pulled one of the wires out of the wall and held it up. "Huh?"
"No, little one, that's red," you said. "Remember when we talked about learning colors this morning?"
"The red one," Din specified. "Show me the red wire. The red one."
The Child held up the red wire, his head tilting, waiting for confirmation.
"Yes," you said, "good."
"Now, you're going to plug that red wire where the blue wires goes in the board." The baby seemed confused, so he tried again. "Put the red wire where the blue wire goes in the board, okay? But don't let them touch."
The Child looked at him, fists gripping both wires. "Huh?"
"You see where you took the blue one off? Yes, now put the red one---" With an exasperated grunt, the Child shoved the blue wire back where he had taken it from. "No, don't put the blue one back. Put the red one where the blue one was. And put the blue one where the red one was."
"He's not going to get it, Din," you whispered.
"He'll be fine," Din said, brushing your worries off.
"You expect too much out of him."
"He's a smart kid."
"I know he's a smart kid, but this is dangerous and---"
"Be careful!" he exclaimed suddenly. "Hold them apart from one another. They're oppositely charged, so---"
"Din!" you hissed, cringing as the Child touched the ends of both the wires to one another. They sparked bright and loud and he gasped in shock, his little body trembling until he dropped the wires. "Little one, are you all right?"
He whined. Smoke poured out of the wall and you waved it away, glaring up at Din.
"Well, it was worth a shot."
"He could've really been hurt, Din," you said. The baby crawled out of the wall, whimpers pouring out of his mouth. You reached inside for him and picked him up gently. He smelled of burnt hair and smoke. "C'mere, little one."