Title: Mondo Author: Shira A'dola Characters: All OC's Timeframe: OT Timeline Rating: G Genre: Fluff, One-Shot Length: 557 words Summary: Just a short entry for the First Sentence Challenge. A young boy dreams of being Admiral and having his own Star Destroyer. This is part one of Jaye's story. Part 2: "Here's How It Started" Part 3: I Rise “No one really knew where Mondo came from.” Jaye began. “Some said he was a rogue Mandalorian, a being so dangerous that his own people exiled him. Others said he was a crazy assassin that no one wanted to hire unless they had no other choice. Whoever Mondo was, one thing was for sure: he never died.” A small gasp from Paxis, Jaye’s younger brother, made him smirk inwardly. “Imagine that…living forever. Except it’s not always fun. Because while he was immortal, his body wasn’t. His body kept aging and getting older. Getting more and more wrinkled until his skin fell off and his spirit slipped out of his body. Now Mondo travels through space, looking for bodies to take so that he can be a person again.” Little Paxis’ lip began to tremble and eight-year-old Maya wrapped her arms around her little brother. “Stop it, Jaye! That’s not even true!” “Yes it is! You’ve heard the soldiers talking about him. If he isn’t real, why would distinguished members of the Empire talk about him?” “Because old Spacers like telling stories late at night to spook themselves. Now stop it, you’re scaring Paxis!” “Soldiers aren’t old Spacers! You should show more respect! I’m gonna be an Admiral one day, just like dad. Maybe even a Grand Moff!” “What’s going on in here?” The three children jumped as the door slid open with a quiet hiss. “Jaye’s telling stories again and scaring Paxis, mama!” Leda sent an admonishing glance in her eldest son’s direction. “Jaye, you know your brother doesn’t like scary stories. Not to mention, I sent you all to bed an hour ago!” “Admirals don’t have bedtimes!” Jaye protested, folding his arms huffily. “They can go to bed whenever they want to. No one tells them what to do.” Leda smiled faintly and leaned against the doorframe. “On the contrary, even Admirals have a higher authority giving them orders. Even your father answers to someone of a higher rank. You have to learn to follow orders if you expect to be an officer. There’s no room for rogues or rebels in the Empire, is there?” Jaye blushed, remembering his schooling on the Rebels from his lessons earlier in the day. “No, mama.” “Precisely. So what would a good officer do if he was told to go to bed?” Jaye lowered his head. “He would go to bed without any protest.” Leda nodded her head and walked over to her children. “Exactly. Now go to bed, it’s very late. Your father comes home on leave tomorrow and you will all have lots of stories to tell. But until then, you need to sleep.” “Yes, mama.” Jaye, Maya and Paxis returned to their respective beds, climbing beneath the blankets. Leda walked over to each of her children and kissed them on the forehead. “Goodnight, darlings, and sleep well. I’ll see you in the morning.” Jaye yawned widely as the bedroom door hissed shut. He was tired, certainly, but his mind kept going back to the lessons of the brave officers battling the Rebels. Someday I’m gonna be an Admiral, he thought as his eyes began to close. I’ll fight the Rebels just like my dad. He drifted off, a small smile on his young face as his dreams showed him his very own Star Destroyer.