The decision to leave Tatooine had been one made partially out of desperation, and partially because he knew that it was for the best. As much as he enjoyed the peace and quiet of the far-flung desert planet, the noise had become simply... too much. Too much for him, and too dangerous for Zeni. His poor little cub had had to already endure so much - losing her mother, being a party to the ravages of desert gangs - in the end his decision to sell his old shop and leave was perhaps not entirely that difficult.

The prospects on Ossus seemed much more in tune with what he hoped to provide for his most dearest little one , and life among the Jedi might be the salve that father and daughter both needed.

A place where those hoping to carve out a peaceful life could coexist with the Jedi was enticing enough for him, and so he had sold off everything he could, some for scrap, others to traders, until finally all that was left was his shop. And then, soon enough even that was passed to another who had given him a fair amount of credits. He'd scraped together enough to provide two tickets to Ossus, and enough left over to provide them lodging for at least half a year. Certainly long enough to find gainful employment.


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Stepping off the transport, Rodi blinked in the noon day sun over Ossus, high above him in the sky. Zeni held his hand, but her excitement was palpable enough, and he looked down at her as her eyes went from here to there, staring at the many work crews busy unloading luggage and tending to the ship that now rested on the tarmac.

"No morre o' dhe desert, Gamei," he rumbled happily, using the nickname that her mother had given her when she was born, "... is mountains ahn' all dhe woods you could everr be wantin'."

She grinned wide, exposing sharp teeth.

"You t'ink dherre's kids herre, too?"

He too smiled, swooping down to pick her up as they made their way to the main receiving center. She was nearly too big to carry.

"I know dherre is."