Part 22 - Home again
Haarmon had been following along mostly quietly for some time. He was preoccupied with the baby. Both the physical reality of her and the implications. She was off to another world soon and that meant... a lot of things that he wasn't entirely ready to process.
Not that he could keep her, of course. He couldn't. Even if she did want to stay with him (which she doesn't) and even if Dawl let her go (which they wouldn't), what was Haarmon going to teach her? He was only a rank novice in this whole Force biz himself.
All the same, a small but loud part of him wished he could. Wished she would stay and be his apprentice. He was surprised by the strength of his longing for that kind of connection. He even found himself kicking himself for not 'getting on this Force thing' earlier so he'd be ready when she appeared. He couldn't have gotten on it earlier. He hadn't even known it had existed.
But it was kind of like a proxy for all the time he'd wasted so far. So many opportunities wasted. So many bridges burned. And it all meant that he landed here, sure, but that was somehow less comforting.
Was he experiencing the touch of his own Destiny? Or was it all blind luck? How would you know? His parents used to tell the story about how they met at a cantina they wound up at because they'd both decided to skip work one afternoon and go somewhere they'd never been. It was a cute story. But it always made Haarmon uncomfortable. Every day he would think, Should I be here? Or should I be blowing this off and at a cantina somewhere?
Heavy thoughts for someone who was barely used to the idea of thinking past tomorrow.
However, as soon as the droid suggested watching the kid, and then started making old-timey hard-line comms noises, his whole face tightened.
No way that thing was getting anywhere near his the baby.
And no way he should be making noises like that without knowing what they are.
First chance the got, he got the group aside.
"Can we get a comms sniffer aimed at You-Why? Maybe it's nothing, we know he's dodgy, and we did check him out before, but all the same, we should maybe see if those noises are anything more than noises. And, uh, maybe he should be tucked somewhere non-vital until we do."
If he had some time, he'd maybe rig up a basic mic and a program to record and analyze the sounds. We know he makes them every five minutes or so.