Recent content by Jaster Kovan

With his fingers pressing into his cheek, Jaster leaned forward with his elbow on the desk. A held a spinning hand spinner in his other hand, which he stared at absentmindedly as he waited for class to start. The school day hadn’t even started yet, and he already wanted to leave. But as his...

“I’d like some too,” Jaster answered with a slight smile. The idea of fresh, dry clothes had never sounded so appealing, and by bringing it up Zessel managed to take the boy’s mind off of his unexcited friend and his guilt in making the Jedi come all the way over here for nothing. He even...

Jaster let out an audible sigh of relief when Zessel offered to sign another one later. The only problem would be getting the man to sell him one after being expressly told to stay away, but they could worry about that later. Ori, on the other hand, still seemed skeptical at Zessel’s statement...

Jaster knew how it looked, dragging a Jedi into a back alley like this. In the movies these were always filled with spice dealers or scary criminals with knives. Zessel had probably fought some of them. But this alleyway was just the hideout of two boys, a secret place safe from their parents or...

When the Jedi motioned for Jaster to move along, he didn’t need to be told twice. He couldn’t help glancing back at that bat one more time before he turned to follow Zessel, though. Jaster almost didn’t believe him when the Jedi whispered that it was a lie and not a mind trick, but whatever it...

Jaster jumped onto the bandwagon as soon as he possibly could, nodding like his life depended on it. Maybe it did. He didn’t want to have his brains bashed in. Thank goodness Zessel was backing him up. He owed this Jedi his life. “Yeah! What he said! I wanted an autograph!” the boy blurted...

“No.” The word slipped out of Jaster’s mouth when Zessel asked if he had paid for it, and as the man marched closer, the boy realized that he looked familiar. He’d stolen from this man before… a comic book. But this time the man was prepared, and that bat looked extremely intimidating. When...

Floating apples and all, Jaster couldn’t wait for Zessel to show everything he’d just seen to Ori. He couldn’t wait to see the look on his friend’s face when he would tell him that he’d run into a Jedi! Zessel would be like a celebrity in their friend group, and Jaster would be the one who found...

With his arms wrapped around Hauron in a hug, Jaster’s first impulse was in fact to take something. But this was a Mandalorian, and anyone knew better than to steal from one of them. The boy didn’t want his hand to be cut off, or even worse, be embarrassed in front of Hauron when he got caught...

Jaster puffed up one of his cheeks with air when Hauron kneeled down in front of him again, his gaze angled down to the ground. “Mmm. I know,” he murmured, resigned. He knew what Hauron pointed out was true and that he should be grateful for what he had, and his cheeks turned hot with shame as...

Jaster’s brow perked up. Having extra strong punches and kicks sounded awesome! It would be like being in an action holomovie. Just looking at him now in his Jedi robes, he could picture Zessel as a superhero, one of those Jedi in the films that saved an entire system. But that thought seemed...

Jaster looked the other way and shuffled his feet when Hauron questioned him a little further. “Erm…” The shouting of his name was getting louder now, and he was sure that his parents had seen him by now. He turned around to see them running toward him, and Jaster let out a reluctant sigh as he...

Jaster scowled when the teenager pointed out the obvious. He knew what he said about not looking ahead of him was true, but he didn’t have to say it out loud. When he complimented him for having a good eye, identified himself as a Jedi, and offered him a hand to shake though, Jaster’s frown...

When the Mandalorian kneeled down and accepted his handshake, Jaster nearly jumped in excitement. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was meeting a real Mandalorian, and he was shaking his hand! The Mirialan didn’t even notice the heads that were starting to turn. “Hauron.” Jaster...

Flanked on either side by his parents, Jaster stared ahead in mind-numbing boredom as they both attempted to explain the history of this worship-yer-sapling to him. Something something ex-Jedi. Something something light side. He didn’t know why it was such a big deal. It was a tree. It didn’t do...