Galennic [#Wattys2017]

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Hey y'all! So I'm going away for a five day camp and I'll be out of cell service. So I won't be very active. I will check every now and then for messages (when I have service) but otherwise than that I won't show any signs of activity. Just thought I'd let you know so you guys don't think I'm dead.

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Orson never went back to any therapy/school after that. His parents pretty much gave up on him, claiming that he was impossible. However, to keep his mind off his obsession with Galen, his parents had him take up some small jobs over the summer, which Orson didn't mind so long as he got money out of it. He assisted in one architectural job, but his coworkers couldn't seem to leave his speech impairment alone and so Orson quit doing any jobs that had adults in it. Oddly enough, he took up babysitting. Orson's first three babysitting jobs were fairly easy. Two of them were children who were 6 and 9. The third one was 5. Orson had a blast caring for all three of them and they did keep his mind off Galen, giving him a chance to calm his mind and become more creative with adding more to the list of What To Do When I See Galen Again. The children didn't judge his lisp and stammer either so it was a quartet win: clear mindset, no judging, distraction from Galen, getting paid.

Orson took up another babysitting job on a planet in the Unknown Region, an area far beyond the Outer Rim, called Csella. His mother drove him out to the planet (he still hadn't gotten his ship license) and dropped him off with a few credits. "Take the bus back to Lexrul, okay? It should be enough for the bus fare plus a little extra just in case you run into any trouble.

"Thanks, M-Mom," said Orson, hugging her. He had grown more attached to his parents in the past month (after he forgave them for dragging him to that Kriff-awful therapy place).

He started walking towards the house. Orson had heard the children were about 2 or 3. For some reason, he hoped the children were a little troublesome because it would give him something exciting to do.

Orson strode up to a beautiful house rich with detail to it's architecture. The building shone brightly against the duller background surrounding it and the place was at least five stories high. He twisted his hand so his knuckles pointed to the door and rapped on the metal.

"One moment!" A man's voice with a thick accent said. Orson took a deep breath and sighed. It took about a minute for someone to retrieve the door.

It was a male Chiss. He was dressed in a neatly pressed tuxedo and stood in a way that caused his chest to appear buff. "Ah, you must be Orson Krennic," he said.

"I am," Orson replied. He put his hand out. "It's g- uh, good to meet you, Mitth-th'ren'nero."

"Likewise." The Chiss took Orson's hand and shook it. "I heard about your success in the Republic's Futures Program. I must say, I am quite impressed. I never expected a man your age become one of the best students."

Orson felt slightly awkward. This guy liked to do some research on his babysitter, didn't he? Then again, it made sense since he was part of the Chiss government's Eighth Ruling Family. He gave an innocent shrug and smile.

"Come in," said Mitth'ren'nero, better known as Thren to outsiders. He let Orson into the grand house. "Let me show you around."

For abut ten minutes, Thren briefly explained the layout of the six story building, including the basement. On one of the floors, a female Chiss was frantically trying to deal with a screaming unhappy Chiss child and a screaming happy Chiss child. Both children looked the exact same except for a little bit of a difference in their height.