He got his answer.
As he got up again, he bowed and kissed her hand once more. He changed from his school attire, wiped his now dried tears on his cheeks and left the house with a goal.
.
Baul had knew when the jedi had not been on missions he'd spend his time in a local pub close to his home, so he could stop by whenever he wanted. He blended in carefully, and listened carefully to all, observing dull chatter as clones and a few troopers milled about conversing amongst themselves before an unlikely circumstance happened. As the clones and trooper left the jedi took a few minutes before looking around and getting up and following them.
As insurance before he left to go with them, he went to the bartender and asked him to call the police. With traffic around this time, it'd take them a bit to get to this side of town.
Hiding behind a pile of supply crates Baul silently watched and silently waited.
They spoke like they were lifelong friends, but the distance was to far to make out anything that they said. But he did witness the trooper and jedi exchange a money and a drive.
"What are you doing here kid!?" Someone said from behind him. He was so focused on the two talking to not see the trooper who had sneaked up behind him. Baul tried to sprint away, but the man was a lot faster than he expected and hit Baul square in the with the hilt of his gun knocking him back and clutching his face.
The trooper grabbed his collar and now with the other two's attention acquired he dragged the boy to the side with all of them. The jedi had never seen the boy before and guessed he was just looking for food. Wrong place, wrong time.
"What'd you hear!?" The trooper who was talking to the jedi shouted agitated at the newfound problem.
"No-nothing sirs, I-i just there's always food in those trash cans. Pl- please don't hurt me." Baul said and letting out some tears and to top it off something else.
"Ugh, ew he pissed himself." One said disgusted as the clones pointed their guns at him.
The jedi sighed aloud before unleashing his saber. As Baul's head was done a smile slowly started to shift as he knew that bad people would stay that way. "Sorry kid, you have some bad luck. You can't see what you just saw so you must go. You should've seen it coming before coming over here."
Baul had heard from his uncle once that jedi seem to talk a whole lot of all their plans before doing something. Wasting time.
"Yeah, so are they." He mumbled under his breath referring to the troopers and clones.
{SUMMONED +2 #7 from (Class: Worker/Combat)}
In programming them besides giving them his own acquired skills he could give each their own 3 free lowers level skills. One had paralysis, shapeshifting and a fire ability, while the other had telekinesis, shapeshifting and a second-dimension skill.
{Skill: Second diminesion}
[People who are not in the barrier shall not witness what is behind these closed 'doors.' ON the outside of the barrier time is stopped. Surrounds shall look the same, and everyone expect creator and user that has this obtained.]
Originally there wasn't feature for that, but he knew whoever gave him the system was watching over him, so he offered whatever god his own sense of taste and smell in exchange to give each summoned design 3 free low-level skills. He was young, yet it wasn't hard to know it was a small price to pay for something that could be extremely overpowered.
They blended in without question.
The same trooper who had taken by the collar while behind the crates had suddenly shot each clone in the back of their heads, dropping like flies before they could process what happened. "Hey what the hell are you doing?!" The one who questioned Baul yelled out to his comrade.
None no longer questioned the boy as his head was still down and seemingly still crying. Everyone's attention went on the rogue trooper mistakenly. The racoon who none spared a second glance in the dumpster suddenly formed into its original form and paralyzed the jedi. Maybe if he was paying attention, he'd have seen it coming.
The other trooper who was Baul's ally quickly disposed of the other with his telekinesis ability to play it off as if the jedi had done it.
"You should've seen this coming…" Baul sarcastically snickered to the downed jedi whose was still visibly awake just unable to move one muscle.
"Yeah, you're right. That not funny, is it....I do have one serious question, if you don't mind? What'd you do to her?"
In anticipation Baul nodded his head to one of his subordinates to lighten up on the paralysis and let him speak. Immediately as he did so the man spit in his face and voiced a strong "Fuck you" to the boy.
"I don't know much obviously as I'm only eight, but I do know a couple things…." Baul said as a black energy constructed hammer swung down fighting the jedi's most vital point and made him scream out. "Like how that would hurt like hell for any male." Next a knife was constructed and chopped off his right hand. "Or if I cut a piece of the body, it'll bleed."
Tears welled up in the grown man's face. "You're psychotic, I-I'll tell you. I've been getting money from the empire in exchange for information. Just stop." He cried.
"I could not care less about what you were doing, I want to know what you did to her."
"WHO!?" He shouted as his left arms went next in his slow detachment.
"You said who? How many females' lives have you ruined? Put in a HOSPITAL BED and made sure she'd no longer talk to anyone else INCLUDING her only son!"
"Oh…her."