Youth Wars Part III: A New Age

Chapter 2

"Master Jedi." A New Republic messanger called out to Erickson.

"Yes?" Erickson replied.

"You are required to meet Lieutenant Governor Calista in the Jedi temple spaceport."

"Oh. Any reason why I alone am specifically needed?" Erickson asked.

"She would like both of you, but I can't seem to find him." The messanger said, letting out a brief chuckle.

"Oh so you could've told me to tell my brother that we're both needed?"

...

"Yes. Wait, he's your brother?"

...

'For real?' Erickson thought.

"I'm kidding with you. I see the resemblance." The messanger said, laughing and returning to his post.

"And here I was, thinking all those kind of guys were expressionless. Or maybe that was Filoni's cheaper budget getting to me."

"What was that laughing I heard?" Rye asked, appearing beside his brother.

"Oh nothing. It was a messanger; he let me know that we're needed to meet Calista in the Jedi temple spaceport."

"Any reason to meet there?" Rye inquired with a raised eyebrow.

Just then, the messanger dashed back inside. "I forgot to tell you. Mainly, the Lieutenant Governor wants all of, or most of, the Republic officials to meet there to be present for the arrival for the Governor."

"Her husband?" Erickson asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I believe so."

"Well in that case." Rye said, he and Erickson heading off to leave. "Thanks for tellling us."

"It's my duty."

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Calista and a welcoming committee stood on alert, waiting for a Republic shuttle to come into view. Calista stood with a grin on her face; she didn't know if her husband had made it out of Kamino alive, and now she knew, and she couldn't have been more excited. Rye and Erickson just entered the spaceport, brushing themselves up for the Governor's arrival.

"He's not here yet." Erickson whispered to Rye.

"Bro, I can see that." Rye replied.

"I know. Calm down."

...

"You cal- what's up with you now?" Rye asked.

"Nothing. I've just never met him before."

"Hardly anyone has." Ephraim piped up.

"Hey, Ephraim! Where've you been?" Erickson asked.

"Oh, been here. Same ol' same ol' thing."

"Mhm."

"Well this just begs only one question," Dex Inigo piped up, scaring Rye and Erickson. "Are you not going to be a 'fan' when you find out what he's like?"

"That's a strange question to ask. Why?"

"Well, I heard that he's a bit rough around the edges, a bit strict at times; he can be pretty intimidating."

Rye and Erickson wondered between themselves. 'Why would that be a worry?' After coming to a conclusion, Erickson asked, "Would you mind if I asked your age?"