Life is a journey, a path on itself...

My babyson was a fragile hairless creature. Soft covered in warm sheets and blankets he slept, responding to my touch in the Force. He stood in the co-pilot chair now next to me, so I could keep an eye on him while I flew the Lambda class shuttle over to Naboo. Arriving in system went smooth; docking in the spaceport was no problem either. Later some of my men would come and pick the shuttle up. With a speeder I flew home, Ruwee and our belongings with us. I had been away more than a few years, so my neighbours saw me coming and were quite surprised. The baby was not visible and I took the speeder into the garage. A few days later my astromech arrived with my own freighter. So I lived two months there on Naboo in quiet, using my console in my house for communications and guiding Ruwee through his first months.

Ruwee slept very much. In the periods he was awake, he often cried. I knew it was his only way to commune he was hungry, or had belly pain or something else. I fed him with special baby stuff I bought in the supermarket. There was enough choice, but everything Ruwee responded well too. Even with the Force I didn’t know what were exactly good and what not. I found it out by sensing how my baby responded and sometimes I really winched. It was altogether not a fine experience. Perhaps Macey would have known automatically, but I didn’t. In those two months none single time contacted Macey me and asked how I and the baby were doing. I reached out through the Force to her, trying to get some reading on her and I sent a couple of times messages on her comlink frequency. But no response came back. Macey kept indeed to her word not to have contact with me, the issue I had never agreed with. I didn’t understand why she committed herself so tightly to the Jedi Order. Why she denied herself of happiness? Was the joy of having offspring these days forbidden again?

A bond formed between Ruwee and me and all too soon I couldn’t think about a life without him. The innocence of him was something beautiful and I enjoyed my hours with him. Unconscious he missed still his mom’s presence, but with love and care I healed slowly that wound of him. His hairless head grew soon full with white blond baby hair and in the blue baby eyes came recognition when he saw me. My neighbours knew I had returned, but saw me seldom outside. I took Ruwee with me; soon I was called back to the Academy on Raxior. Also I kept there the baby away from everyone. But after a week there raised questions why I sneaked every time back to my quarters and left Five, the astromech droid, there. The Force was enough for me to know when Ruwee woke up and needed something to eat or had to be cleaned. Between everything I provided Ruwee with a real identity and he became an Imperial citizen, as I was. So when he grew up, there would be no problems to join a school. When he was about three or four years old I wanted him to go to school and make friends. I didn’t want him to be raised only by me and have no friends at all. A school would make him strong and social. This way a few years went by where I taught lessons on the Academy and spent my free time at my house in Theed on Naboo. A year old little Ruwee learned to walk and that went very quickly. Soon his legs knew the steps the baby stepped every where he could come. He loved it, as he cried off happiness. My hands were fine, because he could grab them if necessary. I kept him indoors as long I could, until the mere danger of the dark side was over. Ruwee grew hard and too often I had to buy new clothes for him, because the old became too small. With nearly three years I took him with me and it became public that I had a child. At the brink of three years Ruwee was a cute little child to see. Blue eyes still went under a full boss of light brown hair and rose cheeks told he was healthy. Despite a few words he didn’t speak yet. But he understood nonetheless what I said. He was a bright candle in the Force, but by some unknown reason no Jedi or Sith came after me. I guess they didn’t sense him yet. Ruwee was untrained and till later age I kept him from that knowledge. It was better if it remained unconscious.

Ruwee trusted only me, as he knew who I was. I could feel his unwillingness to leave me and go out on his own. Despite I tried to encourage doing so and playing with the other children in the street. There were more little ones around his age and they played already outside. Stubborn as a Wookiee he didn’t want to play and he protested through the Force by telekinesis. I heard his words in my head, but in reality he said nothing. I withdrew myself from the Force, so he couldn’t talk to me that way. First he was confused, then when I said again, he began to responded visibly and shook his head. It took a few weeks, full of patience to change the stubbornness into willingness. Also he began now truly to speak, because I didn’t touch him by the Force so often anymore. I realized I couldn’t protect him from everything. He had to learn to commune and it didn’t work if I kept using the Force on him. I knew he liked it, because it felt protective and familiar. But he had to learn to live without it. In no time he became a child like all and played with the children in the street. Just like all parents I kept an eye on him. Through him I also socialized with the other parents and talked with them about the kids and all the troubles we ran into. I shared most things, but not what I encountered with the power I wielded. Who he was? Just Ruwee. I kept it to them Ruwee was a child I had taken care over. What had become of his mother was unknown and truth I didn’t know what Macey all did on Coruscant. It would be many years later that I would see her again. The media agencies on Naboo had no interest in Ruwee or me, so lucky I was left alone and could live in reasonable anonymity. The galaxy would learn later about it.

I was thirty-two by the time Ruwee had to go to school. I did what I had planned years earlier and chose for an education institution in the neighbourhood of where I lived. Most of Ruwee’s friends in the street would go there too and he knew them. He didn’t protest when I brought him over for a test day, he found it exciting going there, so for me one problem was solved. Young as he was, he had no trouble to be the centre in the group and have all attention attached to him. That social domination came not from me, so it had to be a trait of his mother. It was a moment in where I realized how little I had actually known about Macey. We had lived almost a year together with her pregnancy, but in my company she had been different than perhaps the Jedi she was in regular life. Or had I just not seen it at all?
I kept in contact with my colleagues at the academy. A new deal existed now between the Empire and the Coorperate Sector and first steps had been taken for good economical relations. Bastion wanted a good trade route with the Sector. Off course the Republic knew off this treaty and kept a secret eye upon this deal if it only existed for economical reason and no military ones. In that time also was confirmed that the Sith had indeed their presence on Coruscant, but where they stayed or what their purpose was, they Jedi couldn’t answer. The Republic was stable, but under their influence it could go on a bad road again. It had happened too often over the time. I knew the history of the galaxy. I knew one thing, if either order would learn about my son, he would become a target. Sooner of later I knew it would happen.