Star Wars: Green Growing Things

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Title: Green Growing Things
Based on: Star Wars
Rated: G
Genre: Sci-Fi/Fantasy
Summary: Jexo Fetch communes with the Force and finds life in an unlikely place


Siro sits on the far spinward on the Rim. Far from the reach of the Republic and the Empire. Jexo survived both of them. The Republic was preferable overall, but the Jedi were quite aggressive in their search for young sensitives, and the Siroshi follow their own path in communion with The Force. The Force users of this tiny green rock survived the Sith with lessons learned evading the Jedi’s recruiters. Thankfully, Siro has no source of Kybur crystals, so there wasn’t much of an interest in this little world around it’s bloated crimson star.



Kaiin was the largest city on Siro. Nestled in the Falling Wall coastal mountain range, it was the highest point on the heavily forested continent of Ascolais. Jexo Fetch has called it home for several cycles, but Jexo isn’t home right now. They’re in and alley on the Ring of Kafrene, crouched over a crack in the ferrocrete and a tiny, failing gray vine brushing its edges. Through the Force, Jexo can see the fleeting spark of life in the pitiful thing. A miniscule green glowing at the heart of its root ball.



They reach out, touching that glow with their intention, which the plant accepts. Jexo splits their attention-- on the vine, yes, but also into the surrounding area. The trash blowing through the alley, the fetid breeze that pushes it. The bugs rooting through the muck. The ferrocrete itself, and directs a little bit of the Force binding each of those things into the vine, making it just a bit more present in the Force than it had been. The green glow pulses, and with each pulse, it grows. It spreads through the vine like blood. Sap carrying life into the near-dead plant. As the green spreads, the vine blushes green. It strengthens. Tendrils pushing out onto the ferrocrete along it’s two meter length. In accordance with their agreement, Jexo takes hold of the vine above the crag, and the vine detaches willingly. Tendrils wrapping around itself as they hold it up. A staff winding along its own length, alive in their hands. They stand, adjust the knot on their blindfold, and step out of the alley into the alien throng of the market.