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She turned, her emerald eyes piercing into Dooku's yet again. For all that Lily was a Force Ghost and at best half his own age, Dooku felt there was a definite power to the woman and to her stare at this moment. "That is why I didn't step in when you were so harsh with him earlier. He could use a somewhat sterner hand, so long as it doesn't cross the line."
"Milady, Lily, are you asking me to become a, a father figure to him? I would not be comfortable in that role, not only because of my age, but because such an attachment goes against both my own temperament, and the Order's beliefs about such attachments. I have many issues still with the way the Order is run, but that is not one of them. I am no longer leery of your own connection to your son, but I could not form such a close familial attachment myself." Dooku said, somewhat awkwardly. He did think he had a lot to teach the boy, but he knew he didn't have it in him to be that kind of individual.
"No, that is not what I'm asking. There is a difference between a male role model and a father. My son,"our son, rather, considering how Fay has taken to treating him, "Has gone his entire life without a father figure, and I think he's turned out very well indeed without one. No, I want you to teach him what we, Fay and I, are unable to. That goes beyond lightsaber training. Tactics, strategy, even simple things such as how to comport himself, how to be stern and when it's appropriate, and other even more subtle things."
"I, I will think about this." Dooku said, shaking his head slightly. "I can understand what you are asking for and I will think about it." and what you have left unsaid, not a father figure but a role model.
After Lily left, wafting out into the garden to join Luminara and Fay on a walk through them, Dooku was left along once more. He thought for a moment about Lily's words, and wondered if he was up to that task. The jury could be said to still be out on the matter given how my two padawans have turned up. Still, it will not hurt me to try. And the potential the boy has… shaking his head Dooku turned his attention away from that as the door to his veranda opened and Harry came out. "You are recovered I trust, Harry?"
"Yes Master Dooku," Harry said bowing his head. 'I am fully recovered I think."
"Good, we will continue your instruction tomorrow after I check in on my former padawan." Dooku said, gesturing the boy to sit across from him if he wished. Harry moved to the balcony for a few moments, closing his eyes as he seemed to feel the air on his face.
Feeling Dooku's eyes on him Harry shrugged. "The last world we were on was an ice planet Master Dooku, and before that we were on several different space stations for a few weeks. Feeling the wind on my face like this without feeling as if it was freezing off is quite nice."
"I see," Dooku said, before falling silent for a few moments looking at Harry, then Dooku gestured again at the chair across from him, and the small, intricately carved game set on the table between the two chairs. "Tell me Harry, can you play regicide?"
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While padawan Zule Xiss was grateful for Master Glaive taking her on, she could have wished that he was a somewhat gentler soul, let alone a gentler teacher. She bowed profusely to the man Master Glaive had brushed aside as the two of them had exited the passenger ship the two of them had taken to their latest mission. This would be her fourth with Master Glaive, and he had yet to finish the mission without rubbing someone, other than those involved in the actual, dispute the wrong way. It's almost a talent.
"Of course we do not have baggage you fool! We are Jedi, attachments to material things like that are beneath us." The large, powerfully built human male said, shaking his head.
Shaking her head Zule followed her Master. I know I'm the lucky to have gotten a Master so quick, especially with so many of the rest of the clan not having done so, but even so... In fact her friend Wulo was being considered to be sent to the Agricultural Corps. It was only Master Yoda and Master Mace having begun to revamp that process and the fact that he was the second best of all of them all, of the clan anyway, at teaching the shield technique that he hadn't already been sent there.
Master Glaive had taken her on with extreme reluctance. He was not one of those who looked on her and the others of the Clan askance for their skills, or their more emotional ways of acting at times. But he was a very abrasive sort of person, demanding, brusque, argumentative and what he called forthright, but which Zule knew was simply rude at times.
On the other hand, he is a Guardian, and that makes him perfect for me in many ways, Zule thought, following him quickly now. And it could certainly be worse. I could be Alecto, stuck back in the Temple until another Master wishes to take him on, or Aayla right now. I don't know enough about her mission, but I know it was something she was chosen for because of her race, and that can't be good.
The two Jedi or as Master Glaive would put it the Jedi Master and the padawan, "you are not a full Jedi yet young one", exited the spaceport terminal out into a large sprawling cityscape, one with a truly bizarre mix of architecture from what Zule could see. Half of the buildings were square and constructed of ferro-crete and steel, others were even larger, obviously factories. A third of the remaining buildings were housing districts, built along the same utilitarian lines. Another third were light and airy in nature, looking almost like trees made of steel and metal. And then there were domes, small ones scattered around the larger buildings, sometimes growing up out of them or from the sides.
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