Thread: Star Wars: You Can Never Go Home (KumKitten and TheCorsair)

Maarin Glym sat by his wife, holding her and staring down at the cooing bundle in her arms with a morose expression. He should feel proud, he knew. Tyeir son, their little baby, was strong in the Force. The tests had confirmed it. He would be raised as a Jedi, one of the guardians if the great Galactic Republuic. And yet... He sniffed, and held Kayla closer as a ragged sob tore from her throat. They'd been childless for so long, and now the child they'd longed for would be taken. Taken to be a Jedi, yes. To be strong and noble and brave, a warrior and a scholar and a peacemaker. But all he could see was the child they were abiut to lose. The first steps he'd never witness, the first words he'd never hear. And the pain if thise thoughts was almost too grest to bear. Both of them gasped when they heard the knock at the door. Kayla clutched her infnt protectively to her chest, rocking desperatly back and forth. No, she sibbed. Not yet. Please... just a little longer. Maaron only squeezed her tight, and then rose. Steeling himself, he crossed the living chamber of their home, and opened the door. Maarin Glynn? asked an unexpected figure, huddled under the stoop against the drizxling rain. Y... yes..? Maarin said, confused. This was not who - or what - he'd expected. Jedi dressed in severe fashion, accirding to the HoloNet. Tan and brown robes, or plain bkack jumpsuits. Not black brocade coats and poet shirts and an exoensive hunter green cloak trimmed in gold. The lightsabers they bore were functional things made beautiful by craftsmanship, not ornate things with basket hilts that glittered with precious stones and metals. And surely only padawans wore their hair in ling flowing blonde braids. There... there must be some... some mistake. Oh, no, the stranger replied with a smile. My name is Lucian Falsteen . And, if I may have a few moments of your time? Why, I may oerhaps be abke to render some small service to your family. May I come in? Lucian sipped the steaming cup of jenyat he'd accepted out of politeness. Now, he said slowly, your child has potential, yes? Yes, Kayla sniffed, still holding the baby. He's... I don't remember the technical details, but his aptitude fir the Force is high. And so the Republic would steal him, Lucian stated, sipping his drink. Without cate for his desires, or for your family. He considered them. There is... another way. More than one, even. He felt the hope flare in them. What? Maarin asked with desperate eagerness. He should be trained, Lucian said calmly. That much is clear. I can sense the power in him, and he will be dangerous without it. To himself, and to others. And I suppose you intend to teach him? Maarin snapped, full of sudden wariness. Lucian laughed. Me, my dear sir? I am but a student myself. But there are other disciplines, not yet ground out by the Jedi. The Dai Bendu of Ando Prime, for instance. Or the Palawa Teras Kasi of Bunduki, or the Baran Do of Dirini. Or, yes, my own order. It matters not, but many will permit you to remain a family. And what do you get out of this? Kayla asked, suspicion humming through her veins. I? I get the satisfaction of following my own convictions. Of seeing a brother in the Force liberated, able to choose for himself where his path will lead. Lucian leaned forward. This is, I swear, all I wish. Then he hesitated, cocking his head as he felt a tremor in the Force. One he had not sensed in some time. Bht you must decide! he urged. The Jedi draw near!