Earthlings 2: The Dark Age

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19 BBY, Takath

Yaen Delvin was no Jedi. Not anymore.

He'd left the Jedi Order as a padawan, a long time ago. Now he was a widower with a 14 year old son and a daughter he'd given to the Jedi 2 days after their birth. Yaen wondered if Leda had survived the clone attack that ended the war... the one Imperials often called 'Order 66'.

Yet these Imperials... or Inquisitors, as they were called, didn't seem to care whether Yaen was still a Jedi or not. As long as he was force sensitive, they would be on his tail. His and Ivan's.

He sipped his drink, watching the people in the bar go about their business. The war certainly appeared to have taken its toll on everyone, as did this new Empire. Stormtrooper patrols often crashed in this bar; as it was, one squad was gambling at a nearby table. Ivan, who was too young to step foot into the bar, watched from outside. Yaen chuckled softly as he went to join him. He knew his son was waiting for someone to pick a fight, throwing the entire bar into chaos. That was Ivan's favorite form of entertainment- watching two or more people throwing themselves at each other. Uncivilized, yes. But Yaen knew that everyone had their own opinions.

Opinions that could just as well be trampled under the Empire's foot.

"That was boring," Ivan commented as Yaen stepped out of the bar. "No action at all. Just people getting drunk and gambling."

"Not every bar has to have violence," Yaen replied, sipping his drink. "As it is, there are many pleasant people living in this town. The only unpleasant ones are the Imperials."

Ivan grimaced. "Those Inquisiting guys-?"

I hope not... Yaen glanced around before shaking his head. "None are here right now. Thankfully."

"You know, dad," Ivan piped up suddenly. "I know someone who can help us."

Yaen raised a brow. "Help us in what way-?"

"By helping us hide from the Empire," His son promptly replied. "He's right around the corner."

"And how do you know this... someone can be trusted?"

"Um... a friend told me."

"What friend-?"

"Someone who took his force sensitive sister to that person."

"And you trust the word of a stranger?"

"Dad, he's not a stranger," Ivan insisted. "He's one of my schoolmates."

Yaen took a deep breath before finally speaking. "Fine. Where is this person at?"

--

Eli eyed the Mirialan father-son duo, listening to their story. So apparently, the father had left the Jedi Order a long time ago, but the Inquisitors were after him and his son anyway... not surprising.

"... And we can't be running forever," The son continued. He appeared to be around Leda and Caleb's age, with 2 big diamond tattoos and 2 little ones on each side of his face; stacked on top of each other, and the same feisty glint in his eyes as Leda. Was he her brother...? "One of my friends brought his force sensitive sister to you a while ago... I was wondering if you could help us too."

"Of course." Eli nodded before getting up. "There should be a lift behind the bookshelf to your right. It leads to an underground tunnel."

"An underground tunnel-?" The boy repeated. "Where does it lead?"

"A safehouse," Eli replied, moving the bookshelf to reveal the lift entrance. "Given my ship is still parked in the back, we can get offworld before you know it."