It looks like at this point (according to the wiki) Dooku might actually be sincere in what he said to Qui Gon. If so, the presence of a scion to place his hopes on may keep him from forming an alliance with the sith. Hopefully this could be a truly independent path to force training.
Anakin Quest
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Jar Jar stopped by a few hours ago with a few sets of clothes and an apology. "Mesa ain't gonna be stayin here much longer, Ani," he'd said, "yousa be takin care'a youself, okeyday?"
From what you can tell, after hearing his utterly mangled Basic, the Senator was paying for him to be relocated on some swamp planet far away; perfect for his species, ecologically speaking, but he would live in exile for the rest of his life, and it was unlikely he would ever see a Gungan - or you - again. His news is supremely depressing, and you tell him you could talk to the Queen, and even stoop so low as to mention his life-debt to Qui Gon, but he's utterly resolved to his course.
In the end, you resignedly ask if there's anything you can do to help. "Just keep in touch, little Ani!" he says brightly. "Besides, Senator Palpatine is a takin me, an he's a said that he'll make sure mesa will be the best mesa can be! Mesa will be okay, Ani, just be a keepin in touch."
And so he left, leaving you feeling utterly disgusted with yourself, though you're not quite sure why you feel so miserable.
He leaves the clothes, though.
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Half an hour of stretching, scanning, poking, and prodding, and you're ready to leave the hospital. The new clothes suit you well, and are both far softer and more durable than anything you've ever worn before (though that isn't saying much).
When you walk out of the hospital proper into the waiting area, you're pleasantly surprised to find Qui Gon, Obi Wan, and a white haired man with an odd half-cape thing hanging from his shoulders, and a lightsaber hanging from his belt. Must be a Jedi friend of theirs.
"Hi Master Qui Gon, hello Obi Wan, hello Master Jedi sir!" you say to each in turn, smiling.
Qui Gon raises an eyebrow, and the old man frowns. "Reading up on proper greetings for Jedi, have you?" Qui Gon asks.
You shrug. "I had a lot of time in the hospital."
He hums. "So you did." He raises an arm to the old man. "This is my old friend and mentor, Jard Dooku. He's not a Jedi, so you shouldn't call him one. He doesn't like it."
You turn to the old man and really look at him. He towers over all the rest of you by at least twenty centimeters, and he has an impressive presence that is all the more intimidating by the deep glower on his face, and the incredibly thick, but not long, white beard that is immaculately trimmed into an edge that looks like it could scratch diamonds.
In short, he's utterly terrifying to behold.
"...I think I get that feeling myself, sir," you hear yourself say.
And then the glower is gone and the old man is chuckling away, and you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
"The boy reminds me of you as a youth, Qui Gon," the old- Dooku says. "strong in the force, and always getting the last word in, even when he's too scared to think straight."
Qui Gon's lips quirk upward, and he looks at you. "Don't worry, Anakin. He does that to all of his prospective apprentices."
Prospective…?
You whirl toward Dooku. "You want me to be your apprentice?"
He seems highly amused. "Why, yes. The Jedi refused to allow you to learn from them, and I left. As I am no longer a Jedi, their rules no longer bind me, so I am willing to teach you. That is, if you'll have me."
That's… that's just... sheer insanity.
"Of course I want you to train me! That's amazing! Am I gonna learn how to use the force and move stuff with my mind and use a lightsaber and-"
He cuts you off with a raised hand. "We will sort out the particulars of your education once we get back to the Jedi Temple. We will be staying in the guest quarters there until your mother can be transported to Naboo, at which point we will relocate to that planet. Although…"
He mutters something about job offers and Trade Federations, too low for you to fully hear but enough for you to get the drift.
But you can think about that later. Trained by a (former) Jedi! Going to Naboo with Mom! New clothes! Lightsabers! Force!
You realize you're gibbering when Dooku leans down, grabs your lips, and holds them closed. "Think. Organize your thoughts. Then speak."
You do so. "Yes sir!"
He stands back up to his impressive height (he must be over two meters tall!) and looks down at you. "If I am to be your Master in the ways of the Force, then you will call me Master."
You think back to Watto. He didn't care what you called him as long as you never tried to cross him and you never embarrassed him in front of the customers. Still, you never liked having a Master of your life.
But this wasn't going to be a Master Of Your Life. This was going to be a Master in the ways of the Force.
You could deal. At least until you learned everything he knew, and surpassed him. One day, you're going to be the best. You know it. And then you'll have no Master. But until then…
Excitement, happiness, and determination fill your very soul, and you look him right in the eye. "Yes, Master."
Qui Gon's eyes shoot up to his fading hairline. "I didn't expect that to go so well."
Dooku humphs in amusement. "Well, we may as well head to the living quarters. Your training begins today, child."
As you beam at him, sheer happiness overflowing out of your every pore, Qui Gon shakes his head. He knows that you definitely won't be feeling so cheerful by the time the day is done.
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In the evening, after the most strenuous afternoon of your life, D- Master Dooku orders you to go to bed. He'd handed you a light metal rod, donned one of his own, and then beaten you nearly to death with it. After that, with your ego rapidly shrinking and righteous anger filling your heart, he sat you down and ordered you to expunge your emotions to the Force before he forced you to expunge them.
What followed was swift and painful. As you struggled to do what you only had the most vague concept of, Master Dooku had seemingly reached into your very soul, grabbed your thoughts, guided them to a vast, incomprehensible entity, and obliterated them.
You vomited on his shoes.
He ordered you to clean his shoes with the Force, before he made you clean them with the Force. Trying to follow the path that your new Master had laid out for you just seconds before, you successfully expunged your panic into the Force.
That wasn't what he wanted you to do, though, so he grabbed your soul again and seemingly mopped the floor with it. When he was done, the vomit was gone and you felt like you'd been used as Jabba the Hutt's doormat.
Through all of this, Master Dooku had remained in the same spot, looking down at you with his arms folded. As you lay on the floor gasping like a fish, he leaned over you and whispered in your ear. "Would you like to try something a bit more simple, my young apprentice?"
You grunted assent as best you could.
Fifteen minutes later, you had the light metal rod in your hands, doing the same overhand chop that he'd demonstrated for you. Over and over. You continued doing the same chop, over and over, as he sat in his chair and stared at you unendingly, until your arms seized up and you dropped your rod.
He gestured at it. "Pick up your practice rod and keep going."
You shook your head in the negative, unable to speak through your pain.
He shrugged carelessly. "Then I suppose you are no longer my apprentice."
You picked it up, and kept on swinging.
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In your sheer exhaustion, you nearly fall asleep immediately when you collapse on your bed. But then an idea occurs to you;. 'I should tell all my friends that I'm getting trained to be a Jedi."
Painfully, you drag yourself up to a sitting position, and call Padme on the communicator Qui Gon got for you before he left you at Master Dooku's tender mercies. Neither does Pong Krell, or Jar Jar. But when you call Senator Palpatine....
"Anakin! My friend, it is good to hear from you again. Is there anything I can do for you?"
The Senator's sincere happiness at hearing from you warms your aching heart. "Hi Senator Palpatine! I'm just calling to let you know, I've got training in the Force! I'm learning from Master Dooku!"
"Oh my, what an occasion! You don't mean Jard Dooku, the Jedi that has just resigned from the Jedi Order, do you?"
"Yes, that's exactly the one."
"Congratulations, my boy! Dooku is widely regarded as one of the greatest educators in the Order! Er, well, he was… regardless, that is fantastic news!"
You think back over your day. Well… you suppose you learned a few things, despite how much it sucked. "Yeah, I… guess that must be true, then."
Palpatine sounds hurried when he next speaks. "Ah, Anakin, I must leave; there are some things that require my presence."
You bid farewell to the good Senator, and lay back down on your bed. What a nice guy…
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It took all he had for Darth Sidious not to laugh before he closed the communications, but once he did, the ancient underground headquarters that he was in rang with his laughter.
The creature held on the far wall, its mouth held at a 120 degree angle and its intestines floating outside of its body, managed a whimper. Sidious laughed harder, raised his hand, and shot malevolent electricity into the body of the hapless thing, causing it to scream pathetically.
Still chuckling as he walked toward it, Sidious murmured to himself, "Qui Gon leaves for a week and manages to find the two most prodigious Force-sensitive creatures on record…"
Releasing his hold on the Gungan's mouth, allowing it to hang loosely from his head, Sidious relishes Binks' pathetic noises of pain. "One of whom is now apprenticed to a famously skillful taskmaster, who could easily be manipulated to join us, and the other…"
Electricity arcs through the room again and Jar Jar squeals in pain. "...Is a useless, apathetic, talentless worm." For the next few minutes, all that can be heard are screams. No lightning spews from Sidious' hands, however; he simply causes pain within Binks by willing it so.
Sidious then allows the worm to rest. It breathes quickly and harshly, not trusting this reprieve. Hmm. It seems to be growing a brain. "Let me tell you what is going to happen, Gungan." Hearing the voice, the Gungan's eyestalks gaze intently at Sidious.
"I am going to kill you. Slowly. Once you are dead, I am going to mould what is left of you to suit my purposes. At that point, you will cease to be this… eh… 'Jar Jar Binks'. You will only be a weapon to be used and discarded. That is, unless you prove to be both ambitious yet pliable. If you can prove to be that, you may find yourself worthy to be taught how to use the Force. Should this happen, you will become my apprentice, and I shall become your master. Now…" a blade whipped out of his sleeve and sliced the skin from Jar Jar's leg, leaving the muscle bulging outwards. As he started to pull and twist the nerve endings out of the leg, Sidious smiled at Jar Jar's screams. "...let's begin."
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It could have been days. It could have been weeks. Time knew no meaning in this place, but the time eventually came. Vast bolts of electricity shot out of the Dark Lord's hands as he screamed at his creature. "Say my name! Say it! Say my name!!"
"Master, Master!" shrieked the creature. "MASTER!!"
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Centaxday, 32.9 BBY
It has been four weeks since you were taken as an apprentice by Master Dooku. He stands to your right, tall and proud. You are anxious, but you know from bitter experience that if you get too anxious, Master will take it upon himself to 'relax' you. And you have no wish to vomit on his shoes again.
So you constantly push your emotions out into the Force, 'lest you drown in them', or so Master says. You can see his wisdom, but sometimes, you just want to punch him right in the-
Quick as a whip, Master cuffs your ear.
He looks at you and raises his eyebrow slightly. You scowl back at him, and he smiles sweetly.
It is truly a disturbing sight.
Trying not to think about it, you look back toward the door to the hospital proper, just in time for somebody to walk out.
Mom.
You run to her and wrap your arms around her before she can blink. She doesn't feel the same. Through her shirt, fused to her chest, there is a hard panel that you know manages her bloodflow and oxygen intake. It makes whirring, clicking and gasping noises that never cease. When she hugs you back, only one of her arms is flesh and blood, the other is a thin mechanical approximation.
"Oh Ani," she murmurs, "how I've missed you."
None of those other things matter right now. Mom's back, and she'll be okay.
She holds you at arms length, then, and looks down. It seems she's grown shorter…
"My, how you've grown. But I suppose that I can excuse it on your tenth birthday. Just this once." She's smiling proudly at you with tears in her eyes. Wait… it's your birthday?
You look quizzically at Master Dooku, who is holding a brightly colored plasteel container with cartoonish comets, sparkling pink planets, and neon blue stars decorating its exterior. Master Dooku's dour expression makes you wish you had a hologram recorder. You don't remember him bringing that container with him… where did he get it?
He briskly walks up to you and thrusts the package into your arms. "Happy birthday. Don't let it get to your head, my exceedingly young and arrogant apprentice."
You beam at them both. Mom's here, you're going to Naboo tomorrow with her, you're being trained in the Force, and Master Dooku wasn't as much of a dick as he usually is.
Life could not get better if you could wish it so.
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Things obtained for your birthday:
Holographic Message Transmitter (obtained from Master Dooku)
Holodisc: The Galactic Fleet: A History of Greatness in Starships (obtained from Senator Palpatine)
Best Hug Ever (obtained from Mom)
A Sound Thrashing By A Metal Rod (obtained from Master Dooku)
A sweet holographic recording of a birthday song (sent by Padme, saved on your holographic message transmitter)
A Blanket (obtained from 'Jar Jar Binks')
Relationships changed:
Master Dooku: Annoyance/Respect (One Sided)
Sheev Palpatine: Friends (One Sided)
Jar Jar: Friendly Acquaintance (One Sided)
Qui Gon: Friends (Mutual)
Obi Wan: Friendly Acquaintances (Mutual)
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In several days, you will land on Naboo near the Theed Royal Palace. You, Mom, and Master Dooku will live in the city proper, in a house just a few streets down from the royal palace. How many floors, how many rooms, what kind of stuff do you want in your new home? C3PO and the DUM-series pit droid will be there.
[ ] Write in
Today, you are ten years old. How do you want to divide your time for the next half year? Use the following format:
[ x ] 50% studying under Dooku, 10% being around Mom, 10% tinkering with C3PO and other droids, 21% Padme, 8% exploring Theed and socializing with other kids, 1% learning how to whistle
At least 50% of your time will be used to be taught by Dooku; you can do more, but not less. The remaining 50% will be whatever. The more you do of something, the more you'll gain from it. The less you do, the less you'll gain.
Use your imagination because this chapter was long and I'm all out of my own
Theed:
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Jar Jar stopped by a few hours ago with a few sets of clothes and an apology. "Mesa ain't gonna be stayin here much longer, Ani," he'd said, "yousa be takin care'a youself, okeyday?"
From what you can tell, after hearing his utterly mangled Basic, the Senator was paying for him to be relocated on some swamp planet far away; perfect for his species, ecologically speaking, but he would live in exile for the rest of his life, and it was unlikely he would ever see a Gungan - or you - again. His news is supremely depressing, and you tell him you could talk to the Queen, and even stoop so low as to mention his life-debt to Qui Gon, but he's utterly resolved to his course.
In the end, you resignedly ask if there's anything you can do to help. "Just keep in touch, little Ani!" he says brightly. "Besides, Senator Palpatine is a takin me, an he's a said that he'll make sure mesa will be the best mesa can be! Mesa will be okay, Ani, just be a keepin in touch."
And so he left, leaving you feeling utterly disgusted with yourself, though you're not quite sure why you feel so miserable.
He leaves the clothes, though.
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Half an hour of stretching, scanning, poking, and prodding, and you're ready to leave the hospital. The new clothes suit you well, and are both far softer and more durable than anything you've ever worn before (though that isn't saying much).
When you walk out of the hospital proper into the waiting area, you're pleasantly surprised to find Qui Gon, Obi Wan, and a white haired man with an odd half-cape thing hanging from his shoulders, and a lightsaber hanging from his belt. Must be a Jedi friend of theirs.
"Hi Master Qui Gon, hello Obi Wan, hello Master Jedi sir!" you say to each in turn, smiling.
Qui Gon raises an eyebrow, and the old man frowns. "Reading up on proper greetings for Jedi, have you?" Qui Gon asks.
You shrug. "I had a lot of time in the hospital."
He hums. "So you did." He raises an arm to the old man. "This is my old friend and mentor, Jard Dooku. He's not a Jedi, so you shouldn't call him one. He doesn't like it."
You turn to the old man and really look at him. He towers over all the rest of you by at least twenty centimeters, and he has an impressive presence that is all the more intimidating by the deep glower on his face, and the incredibly thick, but not long, white beard that is immaculately trimmed into an edge that looks like it could scratch diamonds.
In short, he's utterly terrifying to behold.
"...I think I get that feeling myself, sir," you hear yourself say.
And then the glower is gone and the old man is chuckling away, and you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
"The boy reminds me of you as a youth, Qui Gon," the old- Dooku says. "strong in the force, and always getting the last word in, even when he's too scared to think straight."
Qui Gon's lips quirk upward, and he looks at you. "Don't worry, Anakin. He does that to all of his prospective apprentices."
Prospective…?
You whirl toward Dooku. "You want me to be your apprentice?"
He seems highly amused. "Why, yes. The Jedi refused to allow you to learn from them, and I left. As I am no longer a Jedi, their rules no longer bind me, so I am willing to teach you. That is, if you'll have me."
That's… that's just... sheer insanity.
"Of course I want you to train me! That's amazing! Am I gonna learn how to use the force and move stuff with my mind and use a lightsaber and-"
He cuts you off with a raised hand. "We will sort out the particulars of your education once we get back to the Jedi Temple. We will be staying in the guest quarters there until your mother can be transported to Naboo, at which point we will relocate to that planet. Although…"
He mutters something about job offers and Trade Federations, too low for you to fully hear but enough for you to get the drift.
But you can think about that later. Trained by a (former) Jedi! Going to Naboo with Mom! New clothes! Lightsabers! Force!
You realize you're gibbering when Dooku leans down, grabs your lips, and holds them closed. "Think. Organize your thoughts. Then speak."
You do so. "Yes sir!"
He stands back up to his impressive height (he must be over two meters tall!) and looks down at you. "If I am to be your Master in the ways of the Force, then you will call me Master."
You think back to Watto. He didn't care what you called him as long as you never tried to cross him and you never embarrassed him in front of the customers. Still, you never liked having a Master of your life.
But this wasn't going to be a Master Of Your Life. This was going to be a Master in the ways of the Force.
You could deal. At least until you learned everything he knew, and surpassed him. One day, you're going to be the best. You know it. And then you'll have no Master. But until then…
Excitement, happiness, and determination fill your very soul, and you look him right in the eye. "Yes, Master."
Qui Gon's eyes shoot up to his fading hairline. "I didn't expect that to go so well."
Dooku humphs in amusement. "Well, we may as well head to the living quarters. Your training begins today, child."
As you beam at him, sheer happiness overflowing out of your every pore, Qui Gon shakes his head. He knows that you definitely won't be feeling so cheerful by the time the day is done.
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In the evening, after the most strenuous afternoon of your life, D- Master Dooku orders you to go to bed. He'd handed you a light metal rod, donned one of his own, and then beaten you nearly to death with it. After that, with your ego rapidly shrinking and righteous anger filling your heart, he sat you down and ordered you to expunge your emotions to the Force before he forced you to expunge them.
What followed was swift and painful. As you struggled to do what you only had the most vague concept of, Master Dooku had seemingly reached into your very soul, grabbed your thoughts, guided them to a vast, incomprehensible entity, and obliterated them.
You vomited on his shoes.
He ordered you to clean his shoes with the Force, before he made you clean them with the Force. Trying to follow the path that your new Master had laid out for you just seconds before, you successfully expunged your panic into the Force.
That wasn't what he wanted you to do, though, so he grabbed your soul again and seemingly mopped the floor with it. When he was done, the vomit was gone and you felt like you'd been used as Jabba the Hutt's doormat.
Through all of this, Master Dooku had remained in the same spot, looking down at you with his arms folded. As you lay on the floor gasping like a fish, he leaned over you and whispered in your ear. "Would you like to try something a bit more simple, my young apprentice?"
You grunted assent as best you could.
Fifteen minutes later, you had the light metal rod in your hands, doing the same overhand chop that he'd demonstrated for you. Over and over. You continued doing the same chop, over and over, as he sat in his chair and stared at you unendingly, until your arms seized up and you dropped your rod.
He gestured at it. "Pick up your practice rod and keep going."
You shook your head in the negative, unable to speak through your pain.
He shrugged carelessly. "Then I suppose you are no longer my apprentice."
You picked it up, and kept on swinging.
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In your sheer exhaustion, you nearly fall asleep immediately when you collapse on your bed. But then an idea occurs to you;. 'I should tell all my friends that I'm getting trained to be a Jedi."
Painfully, you drag yourself up to a sitting position, and call Padme on the communicator Qui Gon got for you before he left you at Master Dooku's tender mercies. Neither does Pong Krell, or Jar Jar. But when you call Senator Palpatine....
"Anakin! My friend, it is good to hear from you again. Is there anything I can do for you?"
The Senator's sincere happiness at hearing from you warms your aching heart. "Hi Senator Palpatine! I'm just calling to let you know, I've got training in the Force! I'm learning from Master Dooku!"
"Oh my, what an occasion! You don't mean Jard Dooku, the Jedi that has just resigned from the Jedi Order, do you?"
"Yes, that's exactly the one."
"Congratulations, my boy! Dooku is widely regarded as one of the greatest educators in the Order! Er, well, he was… regardless, that is fantastic news!"
You think back over your day. Well… you suppose you learned a few things, despite how much it sucked. "Yeah, I… guess that must be true, then."
Palpatine sounds hurried when he next speaks. "Ah, Anakin, I must leave; there are some things that require my presence."
You bid farewell to the good Senator, and lay back down on your bed. What a nice guy…
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It took all he had for Darth Sidious not to laugh before he closed the communications, but once he did, the ancient underground headquarters that he was in rang with his laughter.
The creature held on the far wall, its mouth held at a 120 degree angle and its intestines floating outside of its body, managed a whimper. Sidious laughed harder, raised his hand, and shot malevolent electricity into the body of the hapless thing, causing it to scream pathetically.
Still chuckling as he walked toward it, Sidious murmured to himself, "Qui Gon leaves for a week and manages to find the two most prodigious Force-sensitive creatures on record…"
Releasing his hold on the Gungan's mouth, allowing it to hang loosely from his head, Sidious relishes Binks' pathetic noises of pain. "One of whom is now apprenticed to a famously skillful taskmaster, who could easily be manipulated to join us, and the other…"
Electricity arcs through the room again and Jar Jar squeals in pain. "...Is a useless, apathetic, talentless worm." For the next few minutes, all that can be heard are screams. No lightning spews from Sidious' hands, however; he simply causes pain within Binks by willing it so.
Sidious then allows the worm to rest. It breathes quickly and harshly, not trusting this reprieve. Hmm. It seems to be growing a brain. "Let me tell you what is going to happen, Gungan." Hearing the voice, the Gungan's eyestalks gaze intently at Sidious.
"I am going to kill you. Slowly. Once you are dead, I am going to mould what is left of you to suit my purposes. At that point, you will cease to be this… eh… 'Jar Jar Binks'. You will only be a weapon to be used and discarded. That is, unless you prove to be both ambitious yet pliable. If you can prove to be that, you may find yourself worthy to be taught how to use the Force. Should this happen, you will become my apprentice, and I shall become your master. Now…" a blade whipped out of his sleeve and sliced the skin from Jar Jar's leg, leaving the muscle bulging outwards. As he started to pull and twist the nerve endings out of the leg, Sidious smiled at Jar Jar's screams. "...let's begin."
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It could have been days. It could have been weeks. Time knew no meaning in this place, but the time eventually came. Vast bolts of electricity shot out of the Dark Lord's hands as he screamed at his creature. "Say my name! Say it! Say my name!!"
"Master, Master!" shrieked the creature. "MASTER!!"
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Centaxday, 32.9 BBY
It has been four weeks since you were taken as an apprentice by Master Dooku. He stands to your right, tall and proud. You are anxious, but you know from bitter experience that if you get too anxious, Master will take it upon himself to 'relax' you. And you have no wish to vomit on his shoes again.
So you constantly push your emotions out into the Force, 'lest you drown in them', or so Master says. You can see his wisdom, but sometimes, you just want to punch him right in the-
Quick as a whip, Master cuffs your ear.
He looks at you and raises his eyebrow slightly. You scowl back at him, and he smiles sweetly.
It is truly a disturbing sight.
Trying not to think about it, you look back toward the door to the hospital proper, just in time for somebody to walk out.
Mom.
You run to her and wrap your arms around her before she can blink. She doesn't feel the same. Through her shirt, fused to her chest, there is a hard panel that you know manages her bloodflow and oxygen intake. It makes whirring, clicking and gasping noises that never cease. When she hugs you back, only one of her arms is flesh and blood, the other is a thin mechanical approximation.
"Oh Ani," she murmurs, "how I've missed you."
None of those other things matter right now. Mom's back, and she'll be okay.
She holds you at arms length, then, and looks down. It seems she's grown shorter…
"My, how you've grown. But I suppose that I can excuse it on your tenth birthday. Just this once." She's smiling proudly at you with tears in her eyes. Wait… it's your birthday?
You look quizzically at Master Dooku, who is holding a brightly colored plasteel container with cartoonish comets, sparkling pink planets, and neon blue stars decorating its exterior. Master Dooku's dour expression makes you wish you had a hologram recorder. You don't remember him bringing that container with him… where did he get it?
He briskly walks up to you and thrusts the package into your arms. "Happy birthday. Don't let it get to your head, my exceedingly young and arrogant apprentice."
You beam at them both. Mom's here, you're going to Naboo tomorrow with her, you're being trained in the Force, and Master Dooku wasn't as much of a dick as he usually is.
Life could not get better if you could wish it so.
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Things obtained for your birthday:
Holographic Message Transmitter (obtained from Master Dooku)
Holodisc: The Galactic Fleet: A History of Greatness in Starships (obtained from Senator Palpatine)
Best Hug Ever (obtained from Mom)
A Sound Thrashing By A Metal Rod (obtained from Master Dooku)
A sweet holographic recording of a birthday song (sent by Padme, saved on your holographic message transmitter)
A Blanket (obtained from 'Jar Jar Binks')
Relationships changed:
Master Dooku: Annoyance/Respect (One Sided)
Sheev Palpatine: Friends (One Sided)
Jar Jar: Friendly Acquaintance (One Sided)
Qui Gon: Friends (Mutual)
Obi Wan: Friendly Acquaintances (Mutual)
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In several days, you will land on Naboo near the Theed Royal Palace. You, Mom, and Master Dooku will live in the city proper, in a house just a few streets down from the royal palace. How many floors, how many rooms, what kind of stuff do you want in your new home? C3PO and the DUM-series pit droid will be there.
[ ] Write in
Today, you are ten years old. How do you want to divide your time for the next half year? Use the following format:
[ x ] 50% studying under Dooku, 10% being around Mom, 10% tinkering with C3PO and other droids, 21% Padme, 8% exploring Theed and socializing with other kids, 1% learning how to whistle
At least 50% of your time will be used to be taught by Dooku; you can do more, but not less. The remaining 50% will be whatever. The more you do of something, the more you'll gain from it. The less you do, the less you'll gain.
Use your imagination because this chapter was long and I'm all out of my own
Theed:
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Generic_Generica
Notice me Senpai~
- Location
- Right behind you
(Reads Jar-Jar's part.)
He. Ahah. AHAHAHHAHAHahahaahaAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH.
Oh god this is going to suck so much but it hurts so gooooood.
He. Ahah. AHAHAHHAHAHahahaahaAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH.
Oh god this is going to suck so much but it hurts so gooooood.
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Getting Too Old For This...
- Location
- The Shadowlands
*looks on in bewilderment* What the hell happened while I was gone?
- Location
- Surabaya, Indonesia
Jar Jar is force sensitive? Da fuck? Is this quest half joke half serious or something? Because the previous chapters make it look like a serious quest.
[X] 50% Learning under Dooku, 10% Spend time with mom, 10% Tinkering with the droids, 20% Spend time with Padme, 10% Exploring.
[X] 50% Learning under Dooku, 10% Spend time with mom, 10% Tinkering with the droids, 20% Spend time with Padme, 10% Exploring.
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- Location
- Utah
I assure you, Darth Jar Jar is a deadly serious subject.
DJJ is love, DJJ is life
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Well,there are no such thing as luck in Star wars universe,So call "Luck" is sign of force sensitive to arrange stituation in someone favor.
How Trade federation invasion of Naboo playout in this quest?How Naboo survive when they don't have military genius as general t holding the line ?.
- Location
- Australia
[X] 66% studying under Dooku, 10% being around Mom, 9% tinkering with C3PO and other droids, 8% Padme, 8% exploring Theed and socializing with other kids, 1% learning how to whistle.
Whistling can be an important skill when we grow up. Might get us out of some situations where we need to talk in code or something.
Whistling can be an important skill when we grow up. Might get us out of some situations where we need to talk in code or something.
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I don't know,In game mechanic term,his racial attribute should give him bonus in speed and reflex,More so in water environment.
I won't. I won't be able to take him seriously in the slightest.
But his characther has clumsy trait that made him alway fail some saving throw,If Sidious can made him lose the clumsy trait then Jar Jar is frightening fighter.
- Location
- va
[X] 60% studying under Dooku, 10% being around Mom 20% tinkering with the droids and looking for ways to improve mom's prosthetics 10% studying starships
- Location
- Somewhere, probably Earth
[x] Two floors, split vertically into two seperate areas with the southern chunk being the larger. To the north will be living areas, including bedrooms for mother, Anakin, and Dooku if he's living there on the second floor. The first floor will consist of a kitchen, a general living area, and a study area that is really just a soundproofed meditation chamber with a comfy chair and a bookcase to one side. To the south of the split, the building will be a combination Garage and Training Space, with room to work on a pod racer AND still have a solid 30 foot square kept bare for lightsaber purposes. The training area will be the lone room that is not part of the garage, with stairs leading to the space above it to a smaller workshop meant more for droids.
[x] 50% Studying under Dooku, 20% tinkering with various mechanical things (droids, a car, a small spaceship, whatever we get our hands on), 10% with mother, 10% with Padme, 5% exploring Theed (more as a 'Go buy something to tinker with or sell your shit' thing than actual exploring), 5% keeping up with our friends offworld.
[x] 50% Studying under Dooku, 20% tinkering with various mechanical things (droids, a car, a small spaceship, whatever we get our hands on), 10% with mother, 10% with Padme, 5% exploring Theed (more as a 'Go buy something to tinker with or sell your shit' thing than actual exploring), 5% keeping up with our friends offworld.
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Getting Too Old For This...
- Location
- The Shadowlands
[X] 66% studying under Dooku, 10% being around Mom, 10% tinkering with C3PO and other droids, 8% Padme, 5 6% exploring Theed and socializing with other kids.
Honestly, I don't give two shits about Padme Amidala, but I know Anakin does, so I put in a face-time with her so that we don't seem unappreciative of her generosity. That said, no way she's getting more of our free time than our crippled mother, I don't care how "angelic" she is.
Honestly, I don't give two shits about Padme Amidala, but I know Anakin does, so I put in a face-time with her so that we don't seem unappreciative of her generosity. That said, no way she's getting more of our free time than our crippled mother, I don't care how "angelic" she is.
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[x] Two floors, split vertically into two seperate areas with the southern chunk being the larger. To the north will be living areas, including bedrooms for mother, Anakin, and Dooku if he's living there on the second floor. The first floor will consist of a kitchen, a general living area, and a study area that is really just a soundproofed meditation chamber with a comfy chair and a bookcase to one side. To the south of the split, the building will be a combination Garage and Training Space, with room to work on a pod racer AND still have a solid 30 foot square kept bare for lightsaber purposes. The training area will be the lone room that is not part of the garage, with stairs leading to the space above it to a smaller workshop meant more for droids.
[x] 60% Studying under Dooku, 20% tinkering with various mechanical things (droids, a car, a small spaceship, whatever we get our hands on), 10% with mother, 10% with Padme, 5% exploring Theed (more as a 'Go buy something to tinker with or sell your shit' thing than actual exploring), 5% keeping up with our friends offworld.
These seem like reasonable choices.
[x] 60% Studying under Dooku, 20% tinkering with various mechanical things (droids, a car, a small spaceship, whatever we get our hands on), 10% with mother, 10% with Padme, 5% exploring Theed (more as a 'Go buy something to tinker with or sell your shit' thing than actual exploring), 5% keeping up with our friends offworld.
These seem like reasonable choices.
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Hiiii please be my friend!
- Location
- Down under
[X] 66% studying under Dooku, 10% being around Mom, 10% tinkering with C3PO and other droids, 8% Padme, 5% exploring Theed and socializing with other kids.
Gotta agree, I don't care for padme to give her extra time, would rather not have that creepy relationship with her started here.
Gotta agree, I don't care for padme to give her extra time, would rather not have that creepy relationship with her started here.
[x] Two floors, split vertically into two seperate areas with the southern chunk being the larger. To the north will be living areas, including bedrooms for mother, Anakin, and Dooku if he's living there on the second floor. The first floor will consist of a kitchen, a general living area, and a study area that is really just a soundproofed meditation chamber with a comfy chair and a bookcase to one side. To the south of the split, the building will be a combination Garage and Training Space, with room to work on a pod racer AND still have a solid 30 foot square kept bare for lightsaber purposes. The training area will be the lone room that is not part of the garage, with stairs leading to the space above it to a smaller workshop meant more for droids.
[x] 60% Studying under Dooku, 10% tinkering with various mechanical things (droids, a car, a small spaceship, whatever we get our hands on), 10% with mother, 10% with Padme, 5% exploring Theed (more as a 'Go buy something to tinker with or sell your shit' thing than actual exploring), 5% keeping up with our friends offworld.
[x] 60% Studying under Dooku, 10% tinkering with various mechanical things (droids, a car, a small spaceship, whatever we get our hands on), 10% with mother, 10% with Padme, 5% exploring Theed (more as a 'Go buy something to tinker with or sell your shit' thing than actual exploring), 5% keeping up with our friends offworld.
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Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[x] Two floors, split vertically into two seperate areas with the southern chunk being the larger. To the north will be living areas, including bedrooms for mother, Anakin, and Dooku if he's living there on the second floor. The first floor will consist of a kitchen, a general living area, and a study area that is really just a soundproofed meditation chamber with a comfy chair and a bookcase to one side. To the south of the split, the building will be a combination Garage and Training Space, with room to work on a pod racer AND still have a solid 30 foot square kept bare for lightsaber purposes. The training area will be the lone room that is not part of the garage, with stairs leading to the space above it to a smaller workshop meant more for droids.
[X] 66% studying under Dooku, 10% being around Mom, 10% tinkering with C3PO and other droids, 8% Padme, 5% exploring Theed and socializing with other kids.
[X] 66% studying under Dooku, 10% being around Mom, 10% tinkering with C3PO and other droids, 8% Padme, 5% exploring Theed and socializing with other kids.