The girl named Thelma totally
owned it.
Now, Zak was not one to give the females a lot of respect. A lot of
shade, yes. Some bubblegum in their hair... not saying it was right, but we all know it happens. Make fun of their shea butter apple-scented hand lotion? You know it. But
respect? Nope. Not a lot of respect for the females.
Thelma Goth
, however, totes respect for just owning the chit out of it.
So, as she swam off, the Nautolan just assumed she was just high on life.
You go, girl. Get that life!
"Why is your skin so green?"
Chalky McWhite was chiming in.
"Just lucky, I guess," Zak supplied without even a moment's hesitation.
"Some Nautolans are blue!" the boy exclaimed, providing an explanation for just what he meant.
Nautolan by birth, but green by the grace of god!
"Can you imagine!?" the boy asked, both arms outstretched as he offered the dramatic plea.
Blue Zak would just be... totally wrong.
"Silas... and who are you if I may ask?"
"Zak," the boy supplied in kind, as Silas supplied a distraction as Chalky McWhite went on to talk about coral.
Even while Zak was an aquatic who loved the water, discussions about coral were not exactly conversation starters.
Silas went on to warn the boy against asking questions. Which, the boy gave a dismissive wave as he answered,
"Ha! Danger is my middle name."
Then the Nautolan thought about that statement for a moment.
"Actually, I don't think I have a middle name."
Seriously, where did that expression even come from? Did anyone ever have
danger as a middle name? Who even had middle names?
And don't think that the boy missed the fact that
Jasper Kai'el
hadn't answered the question about his arm. For that matter,
Romi Jade
hadn't offered any sagely wisdom to any of his questions, either, but Zak was used to that. Adults always said they wanted kids to ask questions, then just conveniently ignored whatever questions they didn't like.
He was on to their game!
As for
Sir Robot Arm, as the Nautolan drifted effortlessly alongside the others in their wetsuits and diving gear, he tuned out the discussion about the Golden Sun as he narrowed his gaze on the mysteriously cyborg teen.
...was it that the
brah couldn't answer the question?
That was it, wasn't it! He was probably the padawan to some
bombad Jedi Shadow. And, and, like, lost that arm on his Master's Secret Service!
Imagine, a galaxy far, far away.
A Jedi incursion into the former Sith-held territory of Bastion. A mission to recover a stolen Jedi holocron containing the coordinates for a new generation of Jedi hopefuls...
...also, while we're on the topic,
who keeps making these holocrons of kids space addresses? The Sith just keep stealing them. Stop writing that chit down!
But I digress.
Following the intelligence, a trail of bodies probably lay in Jasper's past. Informant's silenced before they could betray the Jedi. Or Sith collaborators tortured to give up their most deeply held secrets regarding the holocron's location. And then, following the clues into the heart of the Dark Side's former capital, there Jasper was.
The holocron was in reach.
Only one thing stood in his way. A duel with Darth Flatulence!
Now, the truth of what happened to that holocron was sealed away by orders from the Jedi Council. The fate of Jasper's arm too closely held a secret to let anyone know the truth and still let them live.
The active imagination of a Nautolan was more than enough to keep Zak entertained on the swim, while everyone else was just gawking at a coral bloom.
A Force coral bloom. But still, you saw one coral you saw them all.