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Yep. More fangirling. ChibiZanny and the rogue Jedi who trains her. His cover is that he's her fencing and gymnastics tutor. Since ChibiZanny is sort of a hellchild, she gets private sessions. c.c Otherwise she has a habit of making the other kids cry. Definitely a discipline case.
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The grizzled wolf slammed his glass down, a twitch of his ear signaling the bartender to refill it. He concentrated on the glass, pointedly ignoring the man on the stool beside him.
"Thorodin, please," the fox intoned quietly, his voice barely audible over the murmur of conversation and bad jizz-wailing that filled the cantina.
"I told you once before, Lyles, I don't deal with younglings. Too much trouble by far. Just because you're not one of those sanctimonious bastards cloistered on Coruscant anymore doesn't mean my opinions have changed." It was taking far too long to get his drink refilled, not that it did much for him.
Aerion Lyles wordlessly pushed his own drink over. It had been untouched since he sat down anyway. "She has to be trained," he continued, as though Thorodin hadn't spoken at all. "You don't understand. She's strong, Thorodin. She can't be left untaught. I would have done it myself, if not for the exile."
The wolf shrugged and scratched beneath his robe. "Should've been sent to the Temple as an infant if you wanted her trained. Leave me in peace."
Aerion shook his head. "And deprive Candas of her firstborn and heir? Don't you think I tried as soon as I realized it? They sent a Knight when Zannah was born. Candas wouldn't have it, and I had to stand by her decision. I had hoped..." He shook his head. "None of that matters now. I can't go back to the Order. Preventing them from taking my Zannah branded me a rogue in their eyes. Candas had me divorced and banished when we couldn't reconcile our differences. By Lemorian law, I can never see my children again, except by her invitation, and that isn't going to happen." He sighed.
"Please, old friend. I need your help, Thorodin. Someone has to train my daughter."
Thorodin contemplated the whiskey for a long moment before tossing it back and setting Aerion's empty glass next to his own. "How old's this kid of yours?" he grumbled grudgingly.
"Six standard years," Aerion replied softly.
The wolf grunted. "Too old for the Temple then, anyway. But why would you want a Rogue Knight like me to train her? Surely you still have friends among the Order."
"But no one more dedicated to their students," Aerion countered. "No one faulted you for choosing to leave when your last padawan died."
"Was murdered," Thorodin corrected sharply. "No, they faulted me for going after his killer, but it was justice. What are Jedi for, if not to dispense justice?" He felt the heat in his own voice, the tightly controlled anger that had been the core of his break from the Order. Aerion just shook his head.
"I don't want to fight with you, old friend. Please. I'm not even asking you to take my Zannah as a full apprentice, just teach her what she needs to know to keep her feet off the dark path."
Thorodin's brows rose. "So you don't fear, like so many, that by trusting your child to me, I would twist her into some dark and evil thing?"
"Quite the contrary," Aerion said. "I fear what may happen if she is NOT trained. You don't know the depths to which politicians can sink. I had my fill of them for the near seven years I spent as Candas' consort. If Zannah isn't taught to control her impulses, and the power that goes along with them... Thorodin, she's destined to rule our homeworld one day. Lemoria may be a relatively unimportant world, but with her potential..."
"I begin to see what you mean," Thorodin admitted grudgingly. "You know this is precisely why Jedi don't meddle in politics."
"I don't believe we have a choice this time."
The wolf sighed. "No, I suppose not," he admitted heavily. If he knew Aerion, the former Knight had already taught his daughter the basic exercises necessary to tap her own potential. It put the girl in a dangerously unstable position. An untrained Force user sunk deeply into politics would be practically steeped in temptations from the Dark Side. How much worse could it be if that person actually came to power? Aerion was handing him a potential firestorm, and Thorodin alone might have the ability to head it off.
"When's the next transport to Lemoria?" He asked.
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The grizzled wolf slammed his glass down, a twitch of his ear signaling the bartender to refill it. He concentrated on the glass, pointedly ignoring the man on the stool beside him.
"Thorodin, please," the fox intoned quietly, his voice barely audible over the murmur of conversation and bad jizz-wailing that filled the cantina.
"I told you once before, Lyles, I don't deal with younglings. Too much trouble by far. Just because you're not one of those sanctimonious bastards cloistered on Coruscant anymore doesn't mean my opinions have changed." It was taking far too long to get his drink refilled, not that it did much for him.
Aerion Lyles wordlessly pushed his own drink over. It had been untouched since he sat down anyway. "She has to be trained," he continued, as though Thorodin hadn't spoken at all. "You don't understand. She's strong, Thorodin. She can't be left untaught. I would have done it myself, if not for the exile."
The wolf shrugged and scratched beneath his robe. "Should've been sent to the Temple as an infant if you wanted her trained. Leave me in peace."
Aerion shook his head. "And deprive Candas of her firstborn and heir? Don't you think I tried as soon as I realized it? They sent a Knight when Zannah was born. Candas wouldn't have it, and I had to stand by her decision. I had hoped..." He shook his head. "None of that matters now. I can't go back to the Order. Preventing them from taking my Zannah branded me a rogue in their eyes. Candas had me divorced and banished when we couldn't reconcile our differences. By Lemorian law, I can never see my children again, except by her invitation, and that isn't going to happen." He sighed.
"Please, old friend. I need your help, Thorodin. Someone has to train my daughter."
Thorodin contemplated the whiskey for a long moment before tossing it back and setting Aerion's empty glass next to his own. "How old's this kid of yours?" he grumbled grudgingly.
"Six standard years," Aerion replied softly.
The wolf grunted. "Too old for the Temple then, anyway. But why would you want a Rogue Knight like me to train her? Surely you still have friends among the Order."
"But no one more dedicated to their students," Aerion countered. "No one faulted you for choosing to leave when your last padawan died."
"Was murdered," Thorodin corrected sharply. "No, they faulted me for going after his killer, but it was justice. What are Jedi for, if not to dispense justice?" He felt the heat in his own voice, the tightly controlled anger that had been the core of his break from the Order. Aerion just shook his head.
"I don't want to fight with you, old friend. Please. I'm not even asking you to take my Zannah as a full apprentice, just teach her what she needs to know to keep her feet off the dark path."
Thorodin's brows rose. "So you don't fear, like so many, that by trusting your child to me, I would twist her into some dark and evil thing?"
"Quite the contrary," Aerion said. "I fear what may happen if she is NOT trained. You don't know the depths to which politicians can sink. I had my fill of them for the near seven years I spent as Candas' consort. If Zannah isn't taught to control her impulses, and the power that goes along with them... Thorodin, she's destined to rule our homeworld one day. Lemoria may be a relatively unimportant world, but with her potential..."
"I begin to see what you mean," Thorodin admitted grudgingly. "You know this is precisely why Jedi don't meddle in politics."
"I don't believe we have a choice this time."
The wolf sighed. "No, I suppose not," he admitted heavily. If he knew Aerion, the former Knight had already taught his daughter the basic exercises necessary to tap her own potential. It put the girl in a dangerously unstable position. An untrained Force user sunk deeply into politics would be practically steeped in temptations from the Dark Side. How much worse could it be if that person actually came to power? Aerion was handing him a potential firestorm, and Thorodin alone might have the ability to head it off.
"When's the next transport to Lemoria?" He asked.
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Worst of all the MAYO!
combined with mustard = the most DASTARDLY combo ever devised by MAN ALONE
ooooo fear it for it in all its deliciousness waits a power unlike ANYOTHER
oo makin myself hungry
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4411762
chew on this while I make a sammich
combined with mustard = the most DASTARDLY combo ever devised by MAN ALONE
ooooo fear it for it in all its deliciousness waits a power unlike ANYOTHER
oo makin myself hungry
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4411762
chew on this while I make a sammich
Aerion's generally a good guy, but stubborn. When he sets his mind to something, he doesn't give in easily. I'd originally had him falling to the Dark Side, but I was never really comfortable with that storyline. Thorodin has his own set of baggage, but while he's gruff and unfriendly on the outside, he isn't really a bad guy either. Somebody had to train young Zanny after all. c.c She's not crazy-strong in the Force, but strong enough to cause trouble without guidance, certainly.
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