Gui sat in his chamber, on the edge of his bed. His cybernetics were on full display as he sat there shirtless, his head between his hands as he was focused on a display case directly across from him. His heart sank every time he looked at it. Upon further inspection, one would see an Aurodium hair clip, a few strands of raven colored hair, and a piece of stone.
“Force be with me.” He whispered to himself as he stood from the bed and opened the case. He reached out with his organic left hand but paused before touching the first of the items. There were collectors throughout the Galaxy that were attached to their items. But there were few that collected trinkets for the reason that Gui did. A Kiffar, he was more attracted to the memories stored within, so to many, what he collected could be viewed as junk. To Gui, they were treasures.
Finally his fingers pressed against the hair clip and his eyelids slid shut.
“Hello my son,” He smiled a little bit, “I brought you a gift. It belonged to my father and his father before him.” His heart was heavy as he heard the voice of his father. The day he received the heirloom was the same day his father was gunned down in the streets of Menat Ombo. “Your of age now, take it. I'm so proud of you, what you've become, I love you.” Tears lingered in his eyes as his hand trailed to the lock of hair.
Soft, it smelled sweet. It still smelled like her. Like Oku flowers after the rain. He saw her porcelain skin and could feel her touch as her hand rested on his adolescent cheek. “My son, I know you've experienced a great loss. But this man, Liam, wants to give you a new life at the temple.” The tears rolled down his cheek. “You are destined for great things. You, my son. I can't go with you. This is your journey. But I will always be with you.” He saw her cut the hair from her head. “I will love you, always.”
It was almost too much to bear but He was always comforted by the happiness on their faces. The love in their eyes.
“The Force is with me.” He said again, his fingertips sweeping over to the stone.
He could hear laughter, the hums of lightsabers, the lessons from the old Masters. The grumpiness of Sa Ool was particularly recognizable as the Kel Dor was wary of humans but always seemed to motivate Gui whether it was his intention or not. “Kid, Kid, where are you, GUI!” A heavy Cathar accent caused him to flinch in the present as he heard his Master's voice. The Temple began to shake and crumble and fire broke out which caused him to open his eyes, his heavy breathing and the sound of his heart pounding in his ears reminded him of what he was fighting for. His family, for Odan-Urr. The Force.
He sank back onto his bed but at the door was a luxury droid he called Deeva.
“Master, forgive the intrusion, but the rest of the Council is waiting for you.”
“Thanks, D. Tell them I'm on my way.”