Chapter One: The Two Fates

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A storm. That was nothing new on Kamino. But this particular storm was the strongest to ever exist. Supposedly, in the year 1045 BBY there was a storm so strong, the planet rose up and down in a massive turmoil, the Kaminoans prayed to their ancestral god Illias to save their planet.

Their wish was granted.

On the anniversary of the alleged Storm Day, over a thousand years later, it appeared that the daily storm grew ever more powerful, buffeting the floating cities above the water like arrows. Some waves reached so high the tips kissed the bottom of the communication poles.

Rey piloted her new orange Resistance Delta-8 Sprite-class starfighter onto the landing platform, three cloaked Kaminoans approached her.

Ana Wei, a fair white skinned Kaminoan bowed, and offered her the way inside the shelter with a hand, as thunder crackled loudly overhead.

The self taught Jedi removed her rain soaked hood off her head, looking about and showing her pretty young face to the three Kaminoans, still holding the two squirming bundles in her left arm.

"A Master Jedi." Ana Wei said lightly, "Kamino has not been graced by a Jedi in such a long time."

"Uh..Yes, thank you. Are you the Mother of this specific colony?" The beautiful dark brown haired young woman asked.

"Why yes, I am." The Kaminoan said, as the white lights glowed on her equally pale skin, curtsying a little.

"May we speak...in private?" Rey asked, still holding the two bundles, brown Jedi cloak still resting atop her shoulders and concealing a lightsaber.

"Of course, please come into my study." Ana Wei said, snapping and dismissing her servants by her side.

Rey followed the Mother into her study, and as all shelters were colored in Kamino, it was lined with blue and white colors.

Ana Wei sat in her egg chair, crossing her hands together as Rey sat across from her in her white desk.

"What is your name girl?" The Kaminoan Mother asked.

"R-Rey."

"Rey, might I see what you are holding?" Ana Wei asked in her usual light voice, extending her hands forward.

"Of course, just be careful with them." The young woman said, passing the two bundles carefully towards her.

"Blessed Illias." The Kaminoan gasped, "They're beautiful."

The babes squirmed in their bundles, as the Colony Mother held them, seeing their tiny perfect faces. Their eyes were still closed, they did little more than coo and squirm.

"Illias? I thought most Kaminoans didn't believe in him any longer." The young Jedi said.

"Most don't. Only the Conservatives do." Ana Wei said, passing them back to her carefully, with her long thin arms.

Rey swaddled them, keeping them close to her chest and bouncing a little, "Er...Mother Wei...do you still run Wei's Galactic Orphanage?"

The fair Kaminoan nodded, bowing her tall head, "Of course I do. Luckily, parents are becoming more..responsible these days with the return of the Galactic Empire. But we are still up and running."

"But is this still one of Ren's cloning colonies?" Rey asked, pointing downwards at the floor.

"No. Our facilities were moved to another group of shelters not far from here."

The young woman sighed in relief, "Thank goodness! I was almost worried there for a moment." She said, a double bundle free hand over her chest.

"Jedi Rey." Ana Wei said, crossing her hands again, leaning on her desk before asking in her lighter than air voice, "Who is the father of these children?"

"Doesn't matter." She said the second this was asked, shaking her head, "They need to be safe. And they need to be here."

"Mm." The Mother murmured, "And if these two were to know their mother was a Jedi, that would be-"

"Bad. Right." Rey affirmed quickly, nodding, "Please. Keep them safe." She begged, "Don't ever let them know I came here, make up a story, or or or tell them anything else. Anything. Please."

"What are their names?" Wei asked.

"The boy is Jai. The girl is Eela."

"J-ay? Ee-lah?" The Kaminoan asked, trying to pronounce them as they were foreign to her.

"That's right." She said, still holding them, "Promise me. No matter how much they ask when they grow older, never. Never. Never tell them I am their mother."

"I promise." Ana Wei said bowing her head again, before fixing her elegant and royal purple robe.

"Thank you." Rey said, wiping aside a tear.

Ana Wei looked at her, "If you truly wished to keep the identity of their true mother away from them, wouldn't it be wiser to separate them?"

"No." The young Jedi said, "That would be cruel to them. They need to be together."

The Kaminoan nodded again, "I will do everything in my power from preventing them from knowing who you are. And who they are. Should the Empire be concerned about who they are?"

"N-no." The woman said slowly.

"No? Well then." Ana Wei's round black eyes with light blue irises burned into Rey's light orange ish hazel ones, "I promise to keep them safe. No matter where in the galaxy these two may end up, I will keep them safe and oblivious to their mother."

The young woman wiped tears from her eyes, "Th-thank you."

Ana Wei snapped twice in the air for servants to come take the babes away, as Rey looked down at her children with tears in her eyes.

"Eela. Jai. Goodbye. G-Goodbye. I-." She choked up, still sitting in the white office chair of Mother Wei, "I love you. So- so much. More than anything. A-anything." She leaned over and kissed them both on the bridges of their tiny round noses, before passing them to the servants.

The Jedi stood up, before leaving, still wiping tears from her eyes with a brown cloaked right arm.

As she stood on the landing platform, glimmers of sadness in the corners of her proud eyes, Rey looked at the two bundles squirming in the servants arms as the sliding glass electric doors lined with white paint closed.

The young woman turned around to hear a transmission played from the familiar voice of General Leia Organa, "Master Rey, we need you. Immediately."

"Y-Yes Commander!" She choked out, yelling in the horrifically loud thunderstorm.

The Jedi got back in her star fighter, before flicking on a few buttons and soaring away, the machine whirring up and lifting up off the platform.

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As Ana Wei saw the flecks of the storm pound the window of the nursery, babes squealing, cooing and sleeping, she crossed her arms, seeing nurses dote over the two babes on their raised white plastic cribs.

The Colony Mother rubbed her pale white chin, her small silver colored ring pressing against the opaque color of her skin, deep in thought.

I don't know what those two hold. I don't know if Emperor Ren is involved. But, I must do my duty. As a true and honorable Kaminoan would.

Wei smiled.

Who's Rey again? I don't remember her. I don't even remember a Jedi.

Hearing the babes crying she still kept rubbing her chin in thought.

All I remember is being told not to tell them.

She chuckled lightly to herself, walking away from the nursery.

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