17 The Orphanage (1/2)

Ventress and Ky were now gone, they were off on coruscant within hours of leaving the planet of Naboo. Now he was free to use whatever abilities he saw fit to use on others.

Valad made his way out of the Palace, it wash is day off granted by the Queen of Naboo. His pace was slow, his mind was much faster. He was thinking of what he should do from here on out. The thoughts of Anakin Skywalker on Tatooine was definitely something he could do something about. Destroy the Hutt's hold on the planet, steal terraforming equipment from outerim facilities. There were plenty of things that he could do. Even talk with the Yuuzhan Vong, but he rather not provoke them so soon.

A war with the Yuuzhan Vong at this point would bring great harm to the Galaxy, leaving it weak enough to be conquered by the Sith Lords should they survive. The Jedi were in great numbers, but even then, they didn't know how to sense these beings through the force.

Letting out a sigh, he glanced towards the sky as he walked amongst the streets of Naboo. Maybe he could find himself an apprentice he could use? All he needed to do was learn how to transfer force knowledge into the individual to increase their capacity if they were in their early teens.

”An Orphanage would be a good idea...” He figured that he could probably use his indoctrination abilities to do this. If someone was force sensitive, he could teach them by indoctrinating them. Tailoring their thoughts, perception and knowledge to fit his own ideals. A young mind was a moldable one, an unprotected one.

Glancing to the side though, he noticed a small group of Security Officers were tailing him closely behind. He assumed it was for his own protection, or to make sure he gets back to the Palace on time, but he knew he didn't need it.

Shrugging, he made his way through the capital city situated on the cliff towards the nearest Orphanage. The moment he got within several meters of the building, he could sense a single force sensitive. Pursing his lips, he gently pushed the door open and peered inside.

He almost jumped as he heard the bell above his head and glanced up towards her with a brow raised. ”Is this some sort of store...?” He laughed sarcastically to himself, then looked towards the woman who was sitting behind a reception desk reading a book. Completely ignoring his presence.

He stared at her for a few moments before walking into the building and looking around. He could hear the chatting of children in the back, playing games and reading. He even saw some of them laying on mats, taking naps.

As soon as he was about to walk around the receptionist desk, he heard the woman's foot drop to the ground with a heavy stomp.

Slowly turning his head slightly to the side, his eyes locked on the woman who was glaring at him. ”Do you have an adoption appointment?” She asked, her eyes were ice cold and her hair made her look like an ice witch.

Tracing the wrinkles on her face, he could tell she lived a stressed life. ”No? I'm just here to see if there is anyone force sensitive here.” The woman blinked a few times hearing what he just said and squinted her eyes at him.

”Are you a Jedi?” She mused, thinking he was either a slaver looking for a force sensitive child to sell or a Jedi who was looking to abduct a child into their service.

Swaying his head side to side, ”Non-Religion affiliated.” He used the force to pull a bookmark from her very reading material and into his hand. Looking it over, he smiled lightly, his eyes locked back onto her.

She was taken aback by the use of the force in front of her, having not ever seen anyone use the force before. ”Impressive,” she made a raspberry like sound, before shooing him off. ”Before I let you pass, where is your main residence situated?”

”The... Naboo Royal Palace. I am the Guardian of the Queen,” When he said this, he could see the woman's face pale in shock and awe. Since when did the Queen pick up a guardian? Of course, him being there wasn't public knowledge, but he was free to disclose it to others.

Valad made his way into the back of the building and watched the children who were all gathered together, playing and the like. His eyes gazed over them, as if searching for someone. Some of them approached and examined him, but were almost completely ignored.

That's when his eyes narrowed on a single individual playing alone, dressed in lesser clothes than the others. The force surrounded her, she was around the same age as the Queen, fourteen years of age.

”Hey Kid,” Within seconds the man seemed to appear before her. His eyes staring right through her as if brushing off the little active thoughts which were surfacing as she almost ignored his presence until now.

Immediately she snapped to attention, a sarcastic tone being brought to light. ”Who are you calling a kid!?” She shouted at him and immediately stood up.

He could see the bruises on her and some other visible marks. Reaching forward, he would gently place a hand on her shoulder. She was about five feet in height, so there was almost an entire foot difference.