Stray Stars: Lyre Troop

Walseem's Control

(1) Temptation - Log

“Good.” Walseem thought to himself, “This is all stuff we can use, especially with that bothan stealing Killric’s ship.  Plenty of food, clean water and what the hell? Dobri? A single bottle, probably someone’s stash for a trip.  Might be able to trade with it, but if I’m going to do that I better keep it away from Killric and the Besa—” lost in searching through the supplies and not paying attention, Walseem is startled by the Varactyl running circles in the cargo bay and drops the bottle.  “Damn…guess I don’t have to worry about anyone getting into it. Better get this cleaned up.”   After picking up the glass and dodging the Varactyl, Walseem heads to a lower deck to find a quiet, private place.  Checking the rooms he finds a kitchen, chow hall and, some crew quarters.   Taking a smaller quarter section he sits on the floor, crosses his legs, closes his eyes and begins to meditate.   Back straight, palms up, inhale, focus, exhale, elevate, inhale, feel the pull, the push, exhale.       “Walseem…Walseem!” Walseem opens his eyes and looks at the boy “What is wrong Walseem?” “Slaifon took my toy ship again! He won’t stop picking on me! Taking my stuff a-and—” “Calm yourself Walseem, focus. Look inward and find your calm.” The older boy said to him “Let us go brother, and we will talk to his parents.” the older boy had 10 years on Walseem’s younger self. “You’ve talked to his parents before, and it hasn’t helped, he keeps taking my toys!”  said the young Walseem.       As Walseem and his brother wait in the den of Auqom residence, Slaifon and his mother enter the room.  “I’m sorry boys, I’m not sure why he keeps acting like this.  “This is the toy you were speaking of, yes?” Slaifon’s mother holds out a small starfighter towards the two young boys.  Walseem grabs the ship with a weak “Yes, thank you.” but keeps his gaze towards Slaifon and Slaifon’s model ship he spotted in the corner as they walked in.  “Focus,” thought Walseem “focus yourself, apply yourself.” Focused on the model across the room, not paying attention to his brother and foe’s mother talk, he managed to pull it off the shelf making it float in the air.  “Walseem!” interjected a stern voice, startling him, causing a Walseem to drop model on the floor breaking it into pieces.  “Yes?” he said.  “We must go,” said his brother looking suspicious  “say your farewells.”       Looking down at his ship walking slowly Walseem follows his brother.  “You know I saw that right?” said his brother calmly, “ did you think I wouldn’t notice?  Wouldn’t care?  I am not our brother, I will not encourage acting out of anger.  That is a very dark path to walk down Walseem, please be careful.”  “I’m sorry brother,” said Walseem “ I will work on controlling my temper.”     Walseem opens his eyes feeling himself floating a few inches from the floor and hears a strained groaning and a loud thunk.  “I guess we’re here” he thinks and leaving his bunk Walseem pauses at the door with his hand on the handle.  “I will work on controlling my temper”


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