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

Ruwee was a gifted pupil in basic school. Unconscious he had the Force at his side and depended as breath upon it. His teacher, a warm hearted woman, couldn’t say why Ruwee had such a good feeling upon hidden thoughts and feelings. At first sight he and I appeared to be normal people, Naboo like all around here. I was trained and could fill my role real time, but for Ruwee it was different. Too little he knew nothing outside home, me, school ground, the street and neighbourhood, the shopping mall, and my freighter. I wanted him to live as long as possible in that world. There was always the fear that something happened with him and sometimes I had no idea to come around that fear. I worried a lot, while Ruwee lived still in all innocence of the actual world around him. He believed still in goodness of people, something I had lost at the age of twelve, when my own mother was murdered by assassins hired by her own family.

On a night I woke up from a terrible dream, where I had been standing with my lightsaber in hand after a nasty fight and surrounded by dead opponents. I had no idea what or who they were all, because in the dream they had been shadows. The images lingered in my head and disturbed me. I stood up and looked at the clock. It was still three hours too early to be awake, thus middle of the night. With a sigh I checked upon Ruwee, but he slept comfortable and I left him alone. I did meditation exercises while I was in the kitchen to fetch myself something. But it didn’t help very much. I was not able to go back to bed, so I went behind my console and called up reports to read. Distraction was a way to help forget the bad dream. It hoped it was not a Force vision. If it would return then it was a message from the Force. A happening; that could come across my path. But in what form was uncertain. In the morning I was very quiet and responded not much to my merry talking son, who had a new school day ahead. The uneasiness kept with me and grew stronger.

I left the sensation for what it was. If danger appeared, it would come soon enough. Ruwee sensed my uneasiness also and informed what the matter was. But I shook my head and smiled and covered it up under a memory. He accepted that explanation and then ran away over the play ground to join his class mates. Two days later I sensed a great disturbance in the Force, while I was waiting on Ruwee to take him home. I reached out in the Force and felt anguish and death. It was echoes of screams. As I felt it, it stopped also again. A distressed Ruwee came now to me. He had never been that way. Questionable looks were thrown to me, but I ignored them and took Ruwee in my arms and walked him to home. I soothed as much as I could, but I had no answers for him. A few hours the source of the disturbance in the Force was on the Holonews. On the planet Falleen an important toxic fabric had exploded and caused many deaths. The planet lay almost on the same distance from Naboo as Kalinda, Rodia or Tatooine. It had great attention in the news. And immediately a fund was raised for the unfortunate families who had lost all their possessions in the explosion. I made also some money over from one of Lord Vader’s former accounts. It was that much that it went twice over the largest sum given. And so the Lord was news again. Macey would know who did it, but that knowledge remained hidden. The money was welcome with much joy.

The given sum by Lord Vader was the talk of the universe for the rest of the day and on school ground there was much gossip among the parents. Fathers and mothers conversed about the explosion on Falleen. Children stood with them, listening and trying to understand something of all the news, but most failed. Ruwee understood neither and I did not partake in all the talk. All too soon turned my son to five years and his birthday was celebrated grant in school. In his class there were songs and games, and he got gifts and candy. It was a tradition of Naboo, where I had known nothing about. And so I had not much done to surprise him. He was overwhelmed and happy, but in particular I was not happy. Because it could generate greed in the future. So I tempered instantly Ruwee’s happiness to more moderate levels. Greed had a place in the Force and had a negative influence, what could lead to the dark side if not careful. It was an ancient trap, hunger for power and for Force sensitive people it was a danger. I wanted Ruwee to have good morals and have a sharp knowledge about the bad ones. I was glad he didn’t fight with the other boys, but that could always come. Fear and anger were feelings he would meet some day too.

I was a master in use of the Force and had full reach over my potential. But I mastered also the wisdom over when defense and attack could take place. I taught gently that wisdom in easy terms over to Ruwee, filling his head with good ideas and morals. My father had taught me the same. And most important there was only the Force in the end. Ruwee questioned me sometimes for reasons, but most of time he just took what I told him. I was good with logic, so there were not many questions to ask. Winter was another reason to celebrate. And school wanted the parents to be present. For me it came together with the visit of my own stardestroyer. My XO was the captain now of it and just came for a visit. He contacted me first on my comlink, before he came down to the spaceport. He needed a few permissions of me for new personnel. Also he had news of more stardestroyers coming of the shipyards. They needed them badly, but the government had made a mistake with the estimates for the Navy. They couldn’t pay now the builder. If I would be the owner of them? I had a dilemma, because I had to come with them for a few days and I couldn’t leave Ruwee behind. Ruwee could miss a few days, so I took him finally with him.
Ruwee was thrilled of the prospect of a new adventure, seeing space again and travel with a real cruiser this time. The shipyard laid in a system with no inhabited planets in the Braxant Sector. The order upon the stardestroyers, normal class two Imperial designs, was large and contained seven vessels. I visited them all, looked around in general if they were okay. I felt no lies by what the shipbuilder told me. So I took the ships over and had a lot happy people around me. I shook my head, having solved a threatening debacle. Then I traveled to Bastion and had a small talk with the minister of military affairs. I asked him not to make such a wrong estimation again. The ships were meant for the First Fleet who had a couple of oldies, now decommissioned. Ruwee didn’t want to part from me and thus his existence was not longer a secret. At least my superiors knew now why I lived on Naboo. My son was a bright child and the men were delighted Ruwee was that way. Ruwee was fond of all the attention and talked unstoppable.