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[kengoa]

Non-Force Au- Vient

Part 3

Vient had expected that meeting to end rather quickly but it went over the normal time limit and he had actually spoken to these strange people who were apparently merchants. The Twi’lek couple had remained mostly silent  but at the end apologized to him  before leaving the room, apparently they had misspelled the name of the child they wanted to see.

He had expected to not see them again but yet here he was waiting for them to arrive in the main office with Mister Hoke filling out paperwork on his behalf. For the sixth time he was sitting here to be picked up with Mister Hoke muttering under his breath on how he wished things would go smoothly. 

Yet Vient was silently wishing that that this odd couple wouldn’t show, that they had changed their mind at the last minute and felt that it would be better for him to be left behind.  He wished that he could go back to his bed and hide once again. He didn’t want to be here, but he didn’t want to be with another family that was going to dump him again.

But the Force didn’t listen to Vient,the couple arrived and signed the paperwork and before Vient knew it they were taking a speeder taxi back to their place. Leaving him with nothing to do but silently wish that they changed their mind before they arrived at the house.

But that didn’t happen either, they brought him home gave him a tour of the house and then set him free in his room until dinner was ready. The place was rather small, but larger than his old home that he shared with his mother. He had his own room, with a bed, dresser and desk. It at least allowed him a corner to hide in when they were going to turn violent. Even the small window could be used to escape if it wasn’t for the drop that would probably break his legs.

“Vient dinner,” Icahr called from somewhere in the house as Lexsha knocked on his door before opening it.

“Come on Vient, it’s dinner time.” she called softly looking down at how he sat on the floor with his bag. He hadn’t touched anything in the room unsure how long it was going to take until he got to leave. “I know the room is a bit empty right now, I wasn’t sure what you would like and Icahr wanted us to wait so then you got to pick things out yourself.”

Vient wasn’t sure how he felt about that last sentence and it was only the start of odd things they told him.

‘I know your kind love stews, so I figured this might be a good meal. Let me know if you need more.’

‘Is there anything that you’ll like to have?’

‘What kind of rules did you grow up with?’

‘What would you prefer..?’

‘What would you want?’

‘Is anything bothering you?’

“Do you want to talk about anything?’

Vient swallowed hard, those questions he had been hearing them for the past two weeks and each and every time he spoke out to answer them they seemed happy.

It scared him, it had been two weeks and so far his new room felt like it didn’t belong to him. Things were going too good. He expected to be shoved off back at the orphanage once again and instead he was here being treated as if he was one of their own. They were dropping credits on him for things he wanted. They were listening to him.  They were gentle and kind and didn’t even try to ignore him.

He wasn’t sure if he could stand it any more. This wasn’t right. None of it was. None of this should of been happening. He shouldn’t be treated like this.

What made his mother angry? Him eating outside of meals, him watching the holo, him being too loud, him being too needy, him not taking care of his brother or taking too long in the bath.

He needed to do something and yet almost all those things that would of made his mother strike out against him were hardly a thing here. He wasn’t loud, he hand no baby brother to watch, he had his own bathroom, he didn’t seek out touch from them.

He needed new ways to make them angry. New ways to get himself thrown back with the others where he belonged.

First it was the things that they bought him. He tore them up; his new clothes, blankets, toys. He flung the mess around his room and when he figured it wasn’t enough he took things into his room to destroy. Their things.

They got angry yes. He got a scolding yes. Did they hit him no. Did they threaten him no. Did they drop him off no. They gave him a broom and told him to clean the mess he made and to apologize for destroying Lexsha’s favorite pillows.

Maybe it needed to be bigger? He targeted the kitchen next. He turned everything on, stuck metal in the microwave, dumped all the food, throw forks down the sink.

Did they hit him? Yes but it was one swift spank before he was sent off to his room. Once they were done cleaning his mess they went to talk to him and he felt bad.

No, he wasn’t suppose to feel bad. He was to make them angry so they would take him back. He couldn’t feel bad for what he did. He had to do this.

The next target was their room, but after cutting up one of Icahr’s shirts he stopped unable to make himself destroy anything else. If this wasn’t getting him in trouble maybe he should simply go back himself?

He mulled over it before looking up at the window of his adoptive parent’s room. It was bigger than his and there was a tree right outside of it. He had never climbed a tree before, but it would let him get out since both of them were down stairs.

Pushing the window open was difficult, but not as much as trying to steel himself for the jump.

“Vient?” Lexsha’s voice called out as she searched around for her awfully quiet son. “What are- Vient!” She had only caught a glimpse of him before he jumped out the window and out of sight. “Vient!” she screamed making her husband come running up the stairs to her side. “He jumped, he’s trying to run away!” she shouted pushing past Icahr and out the front door.

Vient couldn’t lie, having Lexsha shout his name right as he jumped scared him. It nearly caused him to miss the branch he was aiming for but he managed. But now they knew what he was doing and he needed to get away fast. If he ran far away enough they would give up and let him go back to the orphanage. He would be back where he belonged at.

He ran as fast as he could and thankfully no one tried to stop him. Every time he thought he heard his name he went down a different street or into an alleyway. Eventually though he had to catch his breath.

The sun here wasn’t as bright as it was back home. It was odd but it was nothing compared to the looks he started to notice that he was getting. Where was he? He didn’t feel safe.

Holding onto himself he tried to walk and ignore the growing feeling of eyes watching him but that didn’t work. Eventually traveling on his own didn’t seem like the best idea, maybe he should turn back and go back to Lexsha and Icahr.

Looking back Vient gave a small whimper as he noticed that there were a few large beings who were a ways behind him but looking at him. A chill ran through him as he looked forward, he had a really bad feeling about this but looking ahead at what was before him didn’t look that friendly either.

“Hey kid!” a gruff man shouted as Vient tried to keep walking. “Whats wrong little Sith? No armies to protect you?” Someone laughed.

“I bet he thinks this is the Empire.”

“There’s no guards to protect you here kid, where’s your parent huh? Did the Jedi kill them or are you trying to be all brave and mighty huh?”

The only thing running through Vient’s mind now was to hide. He didn’t feel safe, this wasn’t safe. Which way was home?

His little legs moved as quickly as they could to get him somewhere safe but while doing so he didn’t notice that he had walked into a trap.

[kengoa]

Non-Force AU- Vient

Part 2

Vient curled up in his cot hiding under a thin blanket. He missed his small windowless room, the privacy it gave from both his younger brothers crying and his mother’s shouting. Now it was only his blanket and pillow that he could hide under, but those things did little to nothing to the constant crying and complaining from the 5 other kids he shared a room with nor the ones who were in the surrounding rooms. If anything it allowed him to hide from their staring eyes and try to block out their questioning whispers.  But that only went so far.

He went from the only pureblood on the block to now the only pureblood in Finners’ State Orphanage on Coruscant. Where everyone knew him as the Sith, even though he wasn’t Force touched. He was a Dud. A true Dud. Not even the easy going jedi saw anything in him.

The food here was dry, so was the air. Sure the nights had a good chill but there was the lack of water noise, no constant fall of water or drip drops from a leak. Just the sounds of a never sleeping city that was constantly working.

“Hey Sith! Mister Hoke wants you downstairs!” a fellow orphan shouted as they popped their head into the room. “come on Sith, no one is going to want to adopt you if you keep hiding.” The young human said looking at the balled up form.

Vient frowned curling up tighter, he had a name, it was easy enough to say. Why didn’t anyone want to use it? And why did he want to be adopted he had a mother and baby brother to go home to. He had a home he didn’t need a new one.  

Why? Just why? Why couldn’t he just be like his mother wanted him to be? He could’ve been something great if he was a real Sith! Even if he had gotten lost he could of been a jedi! He would be called by his name! He could try to go home! Why? Why!?

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The first family returned him after a day. Their reason being he was too quiet.

The second held him for a week before dropping him back off.  They didn’t give a reason.

The third and fourth kept him for a few days before returning him saying that he just didn’t match with the family.

The fifth outright admitted that the monthly check was not worth the hassle of a silent kid.

After that Vient silently checked himself out when he was forced to interact with others. No one wanted him, least the not for himself. They wanted the credits that came with him. Now he knew why the older kids didn’t trust the adults coming in, but at least they didn’t come back so many times in one cycle.

“Sith, hey. Mister Hoke says he wants you to come downstairs.” a young cathar said hiding behind the doorway “he says another family wants to see you.” she said looking into the almost empty room despite the fact that there were games outside. She paused for a moment watching him but too scared to go close near him. “aren’t you lonely up here?” she asked only to receive silence as an answer.

Vient didn’t want to go down stairs, he didn’t want the stares that came with him doing something out of the norm. Nor did he want to meet the so called ‘family’ that wanted him for his money.  Mister Hoke was a stressed out man he could easily find another child to give them instead. It hurt, but it was better than being hurt again.

He frowned at how his eyes teared up at the thought, he just wanted to go home. That was all he wanted to go home, he didn’t even care if he was force sensitive or not. He wanted to see them again to be in his bed again. That was all he wanted.

“Hun, I’m sure we’re not suppose to be up here.” a voice called out from the hallway it came with a pair of footsteps.

“Oh come now, it’s not like we’re robbing the place. “ a female voice said. Both of them were attempting to remain quiet but failed at doing so. “just taking a look, you can’t expect all the kids to be down there. You know the good ones are always hidden away.”

“hun,  kids aren’t like goods. You don’t store good kids away.”

“Tell the kids that, this is how they found my older brother.” the female voice said as they walked or at least tried to walk as silently as they could down the worn down halls.

Vient shifted in his bed, unsure if he wanted to deal with these people who were obviously breaking the rules and came up to the second floor to look for kids. He had his back to them but if they spotted him he had no doubt that they would try to talk to him or something.

“Hey someone’s asleep in here.” the male voice said as Vient could only force himself to remain still as he could hear them by the rooms doorway.

“Ohh really?” Her voice was soft yet it held curiosity in it. “Let’s see who they are.”

Vient shut his eyes tight as he listened to their footsteps getting closer and closer to him. They only came to a stop when they were near his bed.  

“Wow he’s a pure blood.” the man said “The poor thing is a long way from home.”

“He’s called Vient, that’s a nice name.” She said with a smile being hinted at by her voice. “Why is, well that’s just cruel.” she stated as Vient could only guess at what she was making that comment towards.

He knew that the older kids had marked out his name more than a few times to  write ‘Sith’ instead.  But they had also done other things to the other older kids too. No one was exactly safe.

“Go and put his name down,  I would like to see this one after this is all done.”

And with that their footsteps left the room leaving Vient to open his eyes and slowly roll over to see where they were once at. Obviously they weren’t there but it did make him curious, just who in the galaxy would look at him and think  they would want him?

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Mister Hoke was a stressed out man, if it wasn’t the potential parents that wanted everything from him it was the children he was in charge of trying to run the show.  He could only try his best to get things to work out smoothly between both parties, though most of the time screaming was involved.

He should of been working on the month’s expense report but instead he had a firm grip on the young pure blood that he had personally dragged out of bed and fixed up to be presentable.  

“I know you hate talking to people, but I want you to at least try to talk to these people okay? “ he pleaded as he looked down at Vient who remained looking at the floor. “I guess it can’t be helped, just try not to make them upset. Please?”  he sighed before giving Vient a soft push to enter the meeting room.

The door slid open for Vient to stumble in before sliding shut once again. The meeting room was a colorful room with happy smiles plastered on the faces of painted kids, flowers and even the sun. In fact it was probably the nicest room in the whole building but it was also one of the more painful rooms in the places.

At the low sitting table were two sets of parents one being a pair of Twi’leks and the other a Cathar and human couple. Both sets were sitting and talking to the councilor who held their attention until the large broad Cathar male spotted Vient standing by the door.

“Here he is,” He said softly though his deep voice quickly caught Vient’s attention. That was the same voice from a few days ago that had came into his room. He seemed happy? No both him and the human lady next to him seemed happy to see him. The Tw’lek’s though seemed surprised about something and were talking between each other while covering their mouths.

“Ahh this is Vient, he’s been with us for about a year and has been having a rough time finding a home.” the councilor said as she smiled gently as she   motioned for Vient to come and sit next to her. “He is a ward of the Republic and is granted a monthly 500 credit stipend that’s to be used on him.” she stated as Vient slipped into the chair next to her.  “Now who would like to start?” she asked looking between both sets of parents though she noticed just how unsure and nervous the Twi’lek couple was.

“We’ll start,” the human woman said with a smile as she looked gently down at Vient who only glanced at her before looking away from her. It was the same pair of voices from he other day. Were they messing with him? “I’m Lexsha and this is my husband Icahr , we happened to notice that you weren’t around during the whole adoption party.” she stated lying.

Vient didn’t know what to say to that, was there anything to say to that? His golden eyes traced the table top unsure what to say or do.  

“Vient is awfully shy with new people, he might not respond back.” the councilor stated wincing slightly in her smile. “Come on Vient speak to these nice people.”

“It’s okay if he doesn’t want to talk, I can talk all day if I was allowed.” Lexsha said with a smile as she looked at her husband who nodded his head with a sigh.

“Please don’t tempt her to do so.” he stated  looking a bit worried at his wife. “I have to go home with her.”

Vient glanced back at them but quietly started to speak. “It’s nice to meet you.” he said softly making Icahr blink

“Thats a heavy Imperial Accent you have there,” Icahr said softly noticing that Vient seemed to shrink down from the comment. “There’s nothing wrong with that, its something you can’t help.” he added giving Vient a soft smile. “I was simply going to ask if you had been from the Imperial home world or from one of their other planets.”

Vient was quiet for a moment, this was a new way of going about things, were they going to try change him once they had him? He hoped not. “The home world.” he replied softly

[kengoa]

Non-Force AU- Vient

Part 1

The ship was overcrowded just like the last one they were just one. At least in this area, when a young Vient looked up he could see the entryway to the other seating area with less people and with more space. It looked nice, clean even comfy compared to the crate he was sitting on as he clung to his mother’s robe. If not for that transparisteel wall that went up the stairs to it he would of asked his mother if they could sit up there instead.

Young Vient looked back at his mother who sat behind him, her black robe and hood still wrapped tightly around her as she kept her focus on her youngest son.  He couldn’t help but feel unable to speak to her yet.

He had failed to impress the Sith Lord they had visited and worse had made a mockery of his family when he failed to preform against an older force capable child. The kids who he had temporary joined for training all got a good laugh at him behind their master’s back.  ‘Dud’ they called him.

Since then his mother had been rather silent if not crass with him. No amount of apologizing seemed to get her to comfort him or draw her attention from little Kekssan.

With her back still turned to him he simply sighed and made sure that his hood was still pulled low over his face.

‘We will be landing as Cresh station in the next 5 minutes please make sure that everything is secured and that everyone is seated for landing.’ The automated voice said before switching languages.

The small compartment became even more cramped when they were told to sit. Before Vient knew it he was squished between two strangers and that his arm holding onto his mother’s robe felt like it was going to fall off. But it didn’t and the ship landed with a gentle sway that barely rocked the stuffed passengers.

The huge cargo doors opened and fresh air along with bright lights flooded the crowded room allowing everyone to stand and start make their way out to the open. Except that the two rather large beings who sat on both sides of Vient didn’t get up right away and remained sitting.

Panic started to rise up as he feel his mother’s robes pull at his hand and with one swift tug it was yanked from his hand. “Mum,” he called out starting to struggle between the two masses that had him pin. Yet he didn’t hear her voice call out  to him or acknowledge that he had said anything.

“Let me out! I need to get to my mum!” he shouted pushing himself free from the two large forms that quickly scooted away from him allowing him to hop off the crate he once sat on and ran into the thick crowds.

Yet young Vient didn’t notice that his little sprint and push through the crowds had pushed his hood up and off. And those who were once minding their own business had their attention quickly turn to the young pureblood sith that ran past them to a taller figure in a black robe.

Discomfort grew and quickly the crowds started to thin out quietly alerting the Republic guards.

“Sorry mum,” Vient said finally catching up to his mother and grabbing back onto her robe. For a moment a smile crossed his face when he saw her turn towards him though it quickly fell.

A female Devaronian looked down at the youngling who clung to her robe. But it wasn’t not the child she had been expecting. Sure males of her species were red, but this one was too different and for sure not her child. Glancing up and around she spotted her husband with her actual child looking quite worried at her and then the troopers who were coming right at her. They expected her to be the child’s mother.  The fastest way to clear her name she pulled off her hood and lowered the wrappings on her newborn that she was carrying. “He’s not mine.” she stated loudly as she kept her attention on the approaching troopers.

Vient’s small heart seemed to have froze as he stood there looking at this being who was not his mother. Golden eyes were wide with shock as he backed up away from her.

Where was his mother? He looked around panic filling him already. He had never been lost before, not that he recalled anyway why now? His small hands balled into fist as fear started to inch into his small frame. But that fear wasn’t truly realized until he realized that this mother was putting all her attention on the beings in white and blue.  

Mother had said to keep his hood on at all times. She warned that he would be caught. Even the Holovids they watched in class taught them that. And yet there were three of them coming right up to him.

He couldn’t think of a single thing to do, frozen there in place as he looked right at the three of them who were getting closer. Were they saying something? It didn’t matter he couldn’t hear it over how loud his heart was beating. He felt frozen there until suddenly something snapped within him and he took off running.

Try as he might though a small seven year old’s legs are no match for a full grown man’s when it came to running and before he could even make it out of the landing bay one of the troopers snatched him by his robe.

“Noooo!” he screamed struggling with all of his might as he felt hands grab hold on him and pull him back. “I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die!” he screamed as tears poured down his cheeks.

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It didn’t take much to catch the young pureblood that was found in Bay 9. A small run and grabbing onto his robe had been enough to catch him.

Thought it took them by surprise when the kid started to beg for them not to kill him. Everyone but Jenkins of course that thought that the kid was simply lost. Jenkins though pushed that he was a well trained spy meant for them to pity  it when it was found. Jenkins was quickly removed from the kids security detail.  

Obviously the kid was lost, and after a small and rather terrified search in which they found him with nothing that was dangerous or even threatening, they placed him in a secured room as they waited for the stations resident Jedi to come around.

Any kind of talk with the kid failed though when the Jedi arrived. If anything it only terrified him worse. But the jedi did learn at least one thing. He wasn’t force sensitive thus he wasn’t going to be taken by them for training.

He was just a normal terrified kid who was lost. The only problem now was the fact that he was going to be lost in a much larger system.

[kengoa]

One simple task

Agent vrs Agent was always a dreaded mission. Two brains working against each other, each one feeling the other out while planning the demise of the other. 

Kennith never thought that he was ever going to face off against Goa in a life and death situation.  If there was anything that Kennith learned during training about his partner was that Goa fell into bouts of paranoia when his cybernetics went out. 

Last time it had happened Kennith had been forced to walk for miles on end with Goa pointing a blaster at him though the jungle.  This time though they were in Goa's apartment and he still had a blaster.

The only difference was the fact that Goa was more than happy keeping himself locked up in a small room rather than being in out in the open spaces of the living room or bedroom.  There was also the small fact that Goa admitted that he needed to get professional help with his cybernetics.

Kennith tapped his fingers on the table as he tried to think. Goa was still in the closet  but Kennith still had access to their equipment. Which included the sleep darts that Goa often used on bystanders.  The idea was enough to make Kennith grin though it faltered when it came to just how he was going to get close enough to dart the other without getting shot. There was a smoke bomb and flash bang that could be used  but both being tossed at Goa would draw attention and blaster bolts.

Walking over to the safe boxes and unlocking them Kennith dug around their equipment. It wasn't hard to get the sleep darts and their band on. Though when he found the pellets he bit his lip and grabbed both just in case.

Kennith messed with the configuration of the darts and tried to plan it all out before he attempted to do anything. First he would throw a few smoke pellets at the door as a cover. Then remotely he would open the closet door from the safety of a nice armor covered fort made from the kitchen table and hope that Goa would move out from the closet so he could dart him.

Ducking behind the armor covered table Kennith tossed a few of the smoke pellets over to the closet and hit the remote to open the closet door.   As expected Goa took the bait though not without a few blaster bolts being fired which made Kennith thankful he had worn his gear and that the table was covered with extra armor.Tossing a few more smoke pellets Kennith muttered a quick sorry as he fired the sleep darts. When the darts struck Goa, the other cursed out loud though his words started to slow and eventually stop as he collapsed to the ground in a safe pile.

 Peaking up over the kitchen table Kennith sighed in relief and walked over checking on Goa. As Kennith expected, Goa's little illusions fell apart when he was put to sleep, his face was a bit sharper and the angles were more pronounced but nothing too extreme. Lifting him up and dragging him slightly to the sofa Kennith tried to think the rest of his plan through.

"Stars I hope that you stay out until we get back from the cybernetics. " he muttered before shaking his head and going back to the bed room to grab a long coat and a bandana to help cover Goa up.

It took Kennith a few tries to get Goa fully on his back and not dragging on the floor in anyway. But as he grabbed their faked datapad a loud knocking on the door echoed through the apartment.

"I know you're home open up!" Kennith froze confused and uncertain of what was just going on. The voice didn't sound familiar and with Goa knocked out he was left to figure it out on his own.  Hitting the view consul the holo brought up their guest in a shade of blues.

A bounty hunter, he was standing at the door with a blaster out while using his helmet to knock on the door. Cursing his luck Kennith draped Goa on the sofa taking out his own pistol. As much as he hated killing, he was willing to do so to protect the both of them. Walking up to the door he looked at the holo as the hunter pounded on the door once again before taking a step back as if to shoot the consul to open it.

Before the hunter could shoot though, Kennith opened the door and grabbed the hunter pulling him inside and pinned him against the wall. Needless to say the hunter was surprised, though not for the reasons that he was expecting.

"Frick, your not Goa!"  he shouted only to go still when he noticed the blaster Kennith had aimed at him.

The hunter didn't put up a struggle aside from him trying to get his hands in the air and dropping his things.

"My-" he started to say only to be irrupted by Kennith.

"Why are you looking for Goa?" he asked making sure to keep the other pinned tightly.

He seemed to be human though much older, at least older than Kennith himself.

"Just, we were just gonna meet up. Talk shop, go drinking stuff like that. His last transmission said that this was his location. He must of moved out or something, so it's my bad."

Kennith frowned as he listened to the man before him. Goa hardly gave his name out to people.  "How do you know him?" he asked loosening his grip on the other slightly.

"How I know him?" the man repeated noticing that Kennith loosen his hold on him. "I saved his butt back on Tatooine, he worked with me for some time before taking off."

Kennith figured that he was taking a gamble but he released the hunter from the wall and stepped back lowering his weapon. "You're the hunter he worked under before joining the academy?"

This time the hunter frowned but nodded his head. "Why you know him?"  He was starting to get defensive but Kennith relaxed and nodded his head.

"You must be Brocmil then," Brocmil nodded his head as he reached down to grab his stuff. "Goa's here. But he's kind of knocked out."  Kennith said with a small wince as he pointed at the sofa where Goa was still sleeping at.

Brocmil paused for a moment as he looked at Goa before looking at Kennith who gave a small smile. "We we're just about to leave for the doctor. If you can help that would be wonderful." Kennith said as he walked back over to Goa and pulled him up.

Meanwhile Brocmil remained watching Kennith as he grabbed Goa and moved over to the door with him.

"Maybe I should be the one asking questions." Brocmil said as he went to block the doorway to keep Kennith from stepping out from the place. The remaining agent tossed Brocmil a confused look before it suddenly hit him on how this all appeared.

"Oh, I'm a friend. Trust me, we live here together." Kennith said unable to stop a blush as he knew that he was only suppose to stay for a few days. Yet the older male's glare was enough to make Kennith shift uneasily. "Look, I know it doesn't look good. But trust me, besides I know his little secrete. You know the one regarding what he is." he hinted as he watched Brocmil's glare soften before giving way. 

"Fine, but I'm keeping an eye on you."  Kennith couldn't help but chuckle at the comment as he nodded his head.

"I'm sure you will, but lets get him fixed up before I have to put him back to sleep again." The idea wasn't the best in Kennith's mind but with some help from Brocmil they managed to get the sleeping hybrid into a air speeder and took off to the medical ward of their planet.