Johan took the steps that made up the main hall of the Jedi Archives. Students bustled as they made the same. Many masters were with them, an organized “study session”. Birra was beside him, taking two steps at a time, what a show off. They hallway was vast and open, a giant door led to an equally large room filled with holobooks, computer terminals, droids, and everything else you would need to learn about the universe. All but one; a willing mind.

Johan carried that with him.

The two initiates walked past a group of padawans and their assigned masters talking about nothing in particular. The Masters were aged, while the learners were eager. Two of the padawans were human males and wore their hair in a ponytail shaved on either side with the customary padawans braid hanging to the right. One was a red skinned alien, a species Johan couldn’t decipher. Hairless, she wore a braid of beads to her right. Curious to Johan, but without hair it did make sense. The older male had the shorter braid, also curious.

Stationed at the doorways were Jedi Guards. Hulking beings in white and gold armour with a visor shaped in a T. One on each side, they held long lightsaber staffs in their hands, protecting the all-knowing Jedi Archive room. They were not here for Johan. Past them were additional padawans, stood in place, providing the same role. They were there for duty, to oversee the guards and take a leadership position as part of their training. Other padawans in the room were also there for training, learning about whatever it was that they needed to learn about to properly develop their mind.

As Johan and Birra took their steps into the room, they looked over the vast array of shelves that traveled down the massive hall. There were thousands upon thousands of books and data stores glowing blue in the walls. Padawans, Knights, and Masters alike propelled up and down these lines, seeking the knowledge they need. On the head of each shelf was the bust of a famed Jedi Master. The First in the line on Johan’s right was Jedi Master Benji Wu. Master Wu was responsible for the creation of the archives as Johan knew them.

This was of course taught in the archives; Master Wu founded the Council of First Knowledge, the group of five Jedi Masters responsible for the upkeep of the Jedi Archives, as well as the curriculum of the Jedi Academy within the Jedi Temple. Wu was the first Care Taker, the master in charge of the council. If it were not for him, the Jedi Order would not be where it was today. However, he did not work alone. Birra was fascinated with the Bust to her left. Jedi Master Qorrum. Qorrum, like Wu, was responsible for the vast stores of knowledge stored within the archives. Master Qorrum served as a fabled Jedi Historian, and traveled the galaxy chronicling all the knowledge she could in order to store it. She developed a system to contain this in Jedi Holocrons, small devices that could store mounds of information, but required the use of the Force to access. Birra stepped towards the statue and read the plaque inscription “Jedi Master Qorrum. The First Historian”

Located between the rows were computer terminals. These terminals lined the middle of the hallway all the way to the back, providing a workspace for Jedi looking to use them. They glowed blue in their default state, providing a shining light to match the archives when not in use. Many of them were occupied by master and student, many of them were free. Johan took over one of the free ones and sat down in the big, grey, boring yet comfortable species nonspecific chair and pulled himself towards the desk. Birra turned around from her statue and sat in the chair opposite Johan. The terminals were short enough for Johan to see Birra from his position.

Johan went to work. He wanted to know the species of the girl he saw walking in. He placed his finger on the terminal and it started up. The blue screen turned a shade of orange and opened to a multitude of symbols and icons. He initiated the proper sequence that would get him to the galactic species database. He drew up a visual list of species, represented by members of the Jedi Order when applicable. The screen glowed in various shades past the blue and orange into whites, blacks, greens, yellows, all the colours of the rainbow. He scrolled and scrolled until he found what he was looking for.

“Togruta”, said Johan, reading of his success.

“What?” confused, Birra looked over her own terminal.

“The red skinned padawan outside, she is a Togruta. I didn’t know that. I’ve never seen them before”

“There are a lot of species in the galaxy, Johan.

“Toruga?… Tortuga?” There was a voice behind Johan and he spun his head to meet. “Totruga? Oh. Sorry. You’re Johan, yes? And you’re Birra, yes?”

Birra turned to the newcomer and smiled “Yes. That’s right. Who are you?”

“New Clan Ikopi. My name is Areedo. I am from Rodia. From Rodia yesterday, Jedi today”

“Would you like to join us, Areedo? We’re also clan ikopi. We saw you today, Master Elsa looked fond of you” Johan remembered, he was the one Elsa patted on the head. Not that he was jealous or anything.

Areedo took the chair next to Birra and sat down “Yes yes, Master Elsa very like. Asked for me yesterday. Here today. Arendelle very different. Rodia very hot. Arendelle beautiful. Quite change. All Jungles, live in domes. Domes safe. But Jedi Temple safe. Very happy to be” His little green snout gave way to a smile. His eyes contained the stars of the galaxy, and gleamed with excitement. Green spines on his head gave way to Mohawk like hair in between his antennas. He was definitely from a different planet. But that matters not to the Jedi. “Sorry for speech, learning basic, unable to read”

“That’s quite all right, we’ve been at the Temple longer than you, that’s all, we both learned to read as we learned to talk. You’ll get there eventually”, said Birra in an encouraging manner “Can you tell us more about Rodia, Areedo?”

“Rodia dangerous. Cities are safe. Spike tailed monsters in jungle. Hot, hotter than Arendelle. Lived there for 6 years. Hopefully here for rest. “ Areedo looked back and forth between his clan mates, trying to give them both proper attention. His ears looked very eager, like they were listening to his own words. His antenna split between, one focused towards Johan, and the other to Birra.

“We hope so too” Johan chimed in for his clan member, putting his arms in a resting position, taking his mind off the terminal and giving his attention to Areedo.

“How long is a Rodian year, Areedo?” asked Birra, curiously doing the same as Johan, arms rested on the table and resting her face in her palm.

“306 days”, said Areedo with authority.

“Ours is too, here on Arendelle. Well, not 306, but close. Ours is 360. You might be the same age as us if you’re born 6 Rodian years ago. Our year is 12 months, our months are 30 days. Is that close to Rodia?”

“No. Not close. Rodia have four moons, Rodia have four months. 76 days per month. Two days for new years.” That would be confusing probably. Having to learn a new calendar. Johan was just starting to finally understand this one.

“That’s very much different than ours, you’re right. How long is a rodian week?” Birra added to the conversation, more so than Johan.

“Week?” Both of Areedo’s antennas pointed to Birra, unsure of what she just said “What is week?” He had a quizzical look on his face, like he heard a new word for the first time in his life.

“Oh, I guess you guys don’t have them. A week here is six days. Our lessons go by week here. Like we have Master Elsa for five days a week. Five weeks in a month, 60 in a year. Its handy to have nice round numbers. I couldn’t help but wonder what a 76 day month would be like” Birra explained to Areedo.

Master Elsa taught Johan once that teaching other students is a valuable way to teach one’s self. That any knowledge passed down by one person to another is inscribed on both people more than it would have been otherwise. Surly Birra will never forget the definitions of the Arendelle Calander now after being so thorough. “I know I like it.”, added Johan to make it seem like he was a valuable part of this exchange.

“No word week in Rodia. Sorry, still learning basic. Only know Rodese” His atenna switched back to the Johan Birra split. “Do you speak other?”

“No, Sorry” responded Johan. “I can only speak basic. But we’re really good at it. Jedi training is demanding and we have to study a lot. Much of the training is in the archives so we quickly learned how to read and speak, more than other Arendelle children.

“Same with me, but I know you’ll get there some day, don’t you worry one bit, Areedo”, confirmed Birra, with a smile in her eyes. “You’ll be a wonderful Jedi in service of the King’s Republic of Arendelle”

“That you will, young ones.” Master Elsa’s voice snuck up behind Johan and freaked him the heck out. “All of you have that potential. Hope you don’t mind my interruption.” She placed her hand upon Johans head and scuffled his feathers. And after all that time he just spent fixing it to.

Ugh, not again. He thought to himself. He vainly tried to fix what was once his. The travesty of this loss will be felt for generations.

“Not at all, Master Elsa. We were just talking about how Areedo is from another planet and lives on an entirely different system of time and language.” Birra fixed her position to welcome in Master Elsa, taking her palm off her face, and sitting up straighter. Her brown hair swung to meet her right ear as she readjusted herself to her caretaker.

“Were you now? I hope your hospitality has been kind to young Areedo. It is his first day after all.” Elsa took the step needed to do to Areedo what she did to Johan. That poor Rodian. But Areedo didn’t seem to mind one bit. She scrunched down with a smile and a bit of a laugh.

“He mentioned that” Birra responded, “We were just explaining our own systems to him”

“That’s good. Its good of you to take an active role in the advancement of one’s clan mate.” Elsa motioned to the open chair next to open chair next to Johan as to join them to which Birra nodded. “Tell, tell, Areedo. Is there anything else you have been wondering about? Let us use this opportunity to better equate you with your new home”

“Why is it called the Kings Republic? What does that mean?” Areedo was quick on the draw, but neither Johan or Birra had an answer for him. Both of them shrugged as Elsa looked at them to be called upon.

“Hmm, well maybe the intricacies of politics are a little too soon for your young minds. But know that the Republic is based here on Arendelle. Arendelle is ruled by the Royal Family. King Agnarr’s acensters so graciously donated the beautiful planet of Arendelle to the Jedi of the time in order to use as the Temple you see here. Luckily for us, the Republic utilizes the 12 moons of Arendelle for residency, industry, military, and any other needs they have. The planet of Arendelle remains full of life and tranquil. Home to the Royal Palace, the Senate, and the Jedi Temple in particular.”

Elsa lectured as she did when she was in class. She seemed eager for any opportunity to see her students pay head to her words with intrigue on their faces. “The Senate building does the senatey stuff with politicians and other elected officials for all the planets and peoples in Republic systems” Her eloquence has run out. “The people serve the republic, all of the species and planets have their representation. The representation serves their people to the best of their ability. The Republic serves King Agnarr, and in turn Agnarr returns the service to the Republic. It is a symbiotic relationship for everyone involved, and the Jedi serve all in order to keep it in tact. We are peacekeepers, after all.”

Her eyes lit up. “Listen young ones, let’s put the lecturing aside. I have excited news in relevance. Princess Jedi Anna has had a beautiful baby girl. They have decided to name her Helene. She has gorgeous ginger hair and will be as pretty as Princess Anna.” Elsa said excitedly.

“I thought Jedi couldn’t marry”, chimed in Areedo, confused at the notion of the Jedi Princess

“Unfortunately, Areedo, sometimes this rule must be broken. In the case of a species where female outnumber the male 12 to one, for instance, and exemption will be made. The necessary precautions will be made to ensure no violation of the Jedi code. In our Jedi Anna’s case she recently wed Jedi Kristoff, man of Bjorg, A powerful Jedi Guardian, blade of blue and blonde of hair. He was deemed to be a suitable mate for our new mother. The Jedi council saw it fitting that should Anna need to bear a child, as first in line to the throne, that another Jedi would be the one to um… “ She halted in her tracks.

“Do the deed” Elsa said with hesitation.

“This way the order can ensure that that both Anna and Kristoff may remain unattached to each other, yet still fulfil matrimony and ensure proper succession in the eyes of the King’s Republic. If Helene should become a Jedi, as I hope she does, she will follow in her mother’s footsteps and the same will be done for her. As of this moment the Council is unsure if they should be entitled to try again for a son. But for now, Helene is our new intrepid young Jedi Princess. She is lucky to have been born into such a prosperous peace.”

She said all of this with unwavering enthusiasm for the royal family, and rightfully so. The Jedi now bare a strong relationship with the Royal family with two of their own bearing the flag, and potentially a third.

“Master Elsa”, noted Birra. “What should happen if the Sith return and Jedi Princess Anna be forced into the fighting?”

“Well, she is the only child to Queen Iduna. Should anything happen to her then the line would end and there would be a crises to determine who the rightful ruler of Arendelle is. Maybe even to the cousins in Corona. However, Anna’s duties have always been to both the Jedi and Republic. Should her duty to the Jedi override her service to the Republic then I’m sure she will make the choice that’s best for the galaxy. I think it’s a non-factor, little one. The Sith won’t come back. The last Sith was executed 3876 years ago. It’s what we base our year on; the End of the Sith and the reformation of the republic. I won’t say it’s impossible, little Birra. But If the Sith come back there will be bigger problems than one Jedi family. I hope you understand”.

Birra nodded to her. “I do, Master Elsa. I hope that never happens.”. She left her head down, looking at the desk.

Elsa lowered her shoulders and provided attention to solely Birra, “Birra, if I know you, as long as you continue to be you, the Sith wouldn’t dare make a move against the Jedi.” Elsa reached over the desk and placed her hand upon Birra head.

Birra smiled and looked up once more “Thank you, Master Elsa.” She looked to almost start blushing. “I’ll do my best”

“Then they don’t stand a chance. Not with my three powerful Jedi protectors around”. It was hard to not be hyped at Elsa’s words. Johan felt a bit of pride fall over him, a little bit of hope. The Sith really didn’t stand a chance, not if Johan, Birra, and Areedo had anything to say about it. The three prospective Jedi simply smiled at each other, containing their excitement and humbled at their caretakers kindness.

— “Elsa? Is that you?” There was a voice interrupting their little hype circle.

Elsa jumped up in excitement. “Master Kai! It’s been so long!”

The two beings moved towards each other in an enthusiastic embrace. Jarred, Johan looked up. “Who is this?” He asked with slight concern. It was abrupt, and everyone knows change is bad. No one likes change.

Elsa turned to the little ones behind her. “Little ones, This is Master Kai. He was the Jedi Master who raised me to knighthood.” She motioned to him and he waved to the group.

“And what a knight you have become, if what I hear is true. Its been 2 years, Elsa. You must have grown so much since I last saw you.” He backed up and placed both his hands on her shoulders and patted her right, almost congratulating her.

He was an older man, typical of Jedi Masters. It takes time to truly master the ways of the Jedi, after all. For all Johan has seen of his caretaker, there are still those above her in the order. And there are this those above those. And those above those. Master Kai is about as high as you can get and not have a seat on the Jedi High Council. He looked the part. He was mostly bald with big features, his light brown hair circled the back of his head and made no attempts to cover the rest. Surprising he was clean shaven, as move Jedi Masters tend to grow the prototypical beard of wisdom. His strong nose protruded from his face and helped produce a wide smile towards the young Jedi. His robes were green but adored with black. There was a little bit of a sash motif going on in the Jedi Master’s apparel. The robes were worn in such a way that they were his primary cover, only a small portion of his white undertunic showing its self off on his chest.

“I hope to live up to your expectations, Master Kai”, Elsa replied “How goes your mission? Close to finished I hope. It’s been too long since you have been home, Master. The order misses you. I know of a couple young Jedi who could use a Master” She turned slyly to Johan and Birra as she said this.

“Everything is proceeding as it has been. I think we’re close to the end. It’s good that the mission has brought me back to Arendelle. As you say, It’s been too long. “He adjusted himself and opened himself up to the group more. “But now that you mention it; I could use six extra hands on this mission. We won’t need the council to know, will we?”

Areedo started to panic. “Six? Six hands?” he gestured to his hands, as if they were chained or about to be amputated. “No, no, youngling stay at temple” He said turning his way back to his terminal. “You have fun, Areedo stay here” Johan couldn’t help but look at his own hands.

Elsa couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s okay little one, you stay here with me. I’ll find us our own mission here in the temple. Johan and Birra, if you are willing” she walked towards Birra and put her hands upon her shoulders as Master Kai did for her.

Birra had to air her own concerns. “Master, I thought younglings weren’t supposed to leave Arendelle” She turned around to meet her caretaker. “Isn’t it dangerous? I don’t think the council would allow it”

“Without a guardian, little one. But as your caretaker you are assigned to me.” Elsa placed her chin atop of Birra’s head. “I won’t be telling anyone if you don’t”

Johan stood up. “I’ll go. It could be fun, Birra. It’s not like he would be asking us to get ourselves killed” he unrumpled his hair once more, straightened out his tunic, and readjusted his lightsaber, prepared to leave.

“Then I’ll go too.” Said Birra

“Wonderful!” chimed Master Kai. “We shall leave at once!”