I guess I'm family now. And I love it. The inquisitors make a really enjoyable family. I think they enjoy the new addition too.
The next morning I wake to Eggo Waffles made by Six, who is now going by the name of Brex. Brex nearly dumped the entire bottle of syrup on his waffles. The only thing that stopped him was Seven using the Force to yank it away from him. "Save some for the rest of us!" She snapped.
"Well why do you think I heated up five bottles?" He shot back, extending his hand towards the stove top. And that ended the argument.
     After breakfast, Joe and Tesla go out to take care of cattle and mules while Eight tackles me, saying it's kind of a family thing to wrestle at a random. Crushing me under his body was fun?! I went all out and end up winning.
Next all six of us play ping pong (somehow). My team lost, probably because I'm a terrible player. Even Tesla was better than I was. I'll bet he was cheating with the Force.
The Inquisitors know how to fill their days with all kinds of activities. I haven't been here 24 hours and I'm already exhausted by them. I guess I'll have to get used to it because there is no way they're going to take a day off and lounge around like the Empire does (not that the Empire ever does. Just some days are slower than others).
Around 11:00 in the morning Seven walked over to me. "So what was your real family like? That is, if you're okay with me asking."
I don't really remember my actual family. I know I had a brother who was a good number of years older than me and I had to have parents or else I wouldn't be born. But my brother died during a battle and my parent's faces have been lost from my memory. I wonder if my parents are still alive or not. "I don't mind. I don't have much to tell. My brother was about a score year older than I was. I was five when I was sent to the Imperial Academy. I never saw my brother or parents again. End of story." It was only after I told her did I realize how much I missed having my biological family. Maybe that's why I was so ecstatic about this family offer by the inquisitors.
Seven stayed quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry...I hope you find them soon."
I gave a small laugh. "I already did. You guys."
"That's true." She smiled. Then she grabbed my wrist and dragged me to her room. "I want to ask you something."
Her room is colored purple on one half and black on the other. On the black half of the room, she has her inquisitor things and Sith holocrons. On the purple side, she has her closet of regular clothing plus a shelf of books and unicorn toys. I'm not sure if I should be worried about what's going on in her head or call it normal for her.
Seven pulls a notebook out from under her bed pillow (the pillow was purple but the rest of the bed was black). "I've been thinking about names and I've narrowed it down to two."
"Sev or Sven?" I ask.
"No. Two new ones. Annabelle and Margo. Don't they sound pretty?" Before I can say anything she kept talking. "The problem is, I don't know which one I like better. I tell myself that I would like Annabelle better but then I think Margo sounds prettier and vice versa. What do you think, Rachquet?"
I know she's more than capable of killing me if I make the wrong answer. Hoping for the best, I picked "Margo."
She thought about it. "I dunno...Margo is okay... I think Annabelle would be better..."
"Alright then. Annabelle."
"Annabelle is fitting...but maybe not as much as Margo is..."
"Oh my Greedo, woman. Why not just combine the two names together and name yourself Annabelle Margo?!"
She considered this. "You know what? YOU'RE A GENIUS!! THANK YOU!!" Seven- I mean Annabelle Margo -wrapped her arms around me so tightly I thought I was going to explode.
"You're... welcome..." I wheezed. "Hey...Seven...can't breathe..."
     She released me. "Don't you think it's pretty? Isn't it perfect? Does it fit me well?"
"Sev-Annabelle Margo, I'm a boy. I don't think that way."
"Well I don't know what's in you boys' twisted minds besides simplicity, which worked very well with my naming by the way! This is when I wish there was another girl in the family." She sulked.
I gave her a small smile. "Maybe you'll have another one join the family... like I did?"
"Maybe." Then she switched the subject. "I'm gonna go tell Eight and Joe and Tesla and Brex about my new name! Come on!" She grabbed my wrist again and pulled me along to the main living room.
The others are out on the pouch. Joe was reading a book on the porch swing, Tesla was meditating, and Eight and Brex are playing checkers. "Guys! I have a name! And it's all thanks to Rachquet!" Annabelle Margo shouted.
The others looked over at me. "Well? What is it?" Asked Tesla.
"Annabelle Margo!"
"Cool," said Tesla.
"Huh," said Brex.
"Isn't that a little long?" Asked Eight.
"Four down, one to go!" Joe exclaimed.
Annabelle Margo frowned. "I'm perfectly happy with it Eight. And your opinion doesn't matter."
"I thought you literally asked us what we thought and plus it seems too flouncy for you," Eight replied. That was the last straw. Annabelle Margo tackled her brother and yelled at him. The rest of us watched them argue back and forth until Eight used the Force to throw his sister into the kitchen and stuck her in the ceiling ceiling.
Annabelle Margo freed herself from the broken ceiling. and opened her lightsaber. Joe, Brex and Tesla began cheering and chanting the word "Fight!" But I would rather not spend my days repairing the house. I leaped between them. "That's enough! Eight, live with the name! Seven! Don't tear the house to shreds with that thing!"
Joe, Tesla and Brex groaned. "Awww!" Was I really the adult here? Annabelle Margo began to complain about how I didn't use her new name but her words were overrun when Eight spoke. "Kallus, this is what siblings do. Fight over something silly."
"And I'm going to shoot you both in the face if you don't stop and deal with it," I snapped.
     And that made all the inquisitors look at me in a strange way. I began to feel uncomfortable. Even Eight and Annabelle Margo put their lightsabers away and stared at me. Had I said something wrong? Oh boy...

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OH MAN... What are the inquisitors planning to do with Kallus? Well, find out in the next chapter!

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