My Father, the Sith

[Morgana Forceborn]

Damn. [member="Asterion"] was good on many more accounts than Morgana. She was starting to see, however, where her more stand-offish and more rugged personailty came from. He had a point about not thinking too much. Others had said that about her before when she was training with a saber. But that was a different sort of style. Perhaps, if what he was saying was true, then maybe she did have to try and not hold back. Perhaps with fighting fist-to-fist it was more of letting emotion control; just not overall exploit. When he attacked her sides she only managed to block one before he got her with the others. She stumbled back and held her sides before growing annoyed, She used that as she recovered and breathed it in, then advancing and attacking with another hard gut-shot.​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

She came towards him, full of youthful angst and good intention, but as the obvious place to hit would be the stomach, Asterion dummy stepped forward but twisted out of her way, before spinning with his boot to take out her knee from behind.

”Stop putting everything into the attack at the expense of your surroundings! Did the Jedi not teach you that or were you too busy being moody?”

He was starting to get the hang of this father-daughter Sith-Jedi training.

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[Morgana Forceborn]

Her attack missed and she found herself having her leg kicked out from under her. With a loud groan she fell to one knee before hearing [member="Asterion"] try to coax her more. When he asked if she was too busy being moddy without Jedi teaching she huffed and said "No..." before dropping to her rear. She spun her leg around to knock out both of his to send him onto the floor. After that she stood, fighting the throb in her leg, before keeping at a fighting stance and saying "But I picked up a few things myself." She smirked and added "I watched a lot of fighting movies growing up." She then held her hand out to help him up, a reflection of how he had done before.​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Ready for another few words to put her down but also pick her up, Morgana moved fluidly after her fall and before he saw it, Asterion was heading back to the floor with a crunch, his feet taken out from under him by a lighting fast move.

The breath escaped him, and a slight groan – annoyance at himself, but amusement at being taken down by someone half his size and age. He reached up to take her hand and pulled himself up, taking note of that self-assured smile.

”I see. Maybe that’s where it all lies now – copying and applying what you see to reality. Nice work.”

Brushing down the back of his thighs, he sighed and then wiped his hands together.

”I can see you’ve learnt to take care of yourself and not give up too easily. Want to carry on or do you have to be anywhere else?”

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[Morgana Forceborn]

With a heavy lift Morgana brought her father back to his feet, smiling that she was impressing him. Really she was glad they were coming this far in both training and their relationship together. When he asked she shrugged and said "I could do this all day. That is...if you can." The way she said it was both a tease and challanege. By this point she knew what got [member="Asterion"] to appreciate her more than others.​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Asterion nodded and pursed his lips, impressed by her resolve to carry on but also grateful there seemed to be a little bridge forming. Nimue would be pleased, and that made him…happy. Stopping himself smiling and being TOO comfortable with things, Asterion called her lightsaber hilt to his palm with a satisfying smack against the skin.

He sized it up, not having handled a blade like this before.

”Why do you choose a blade like this? Can you handle it well?”

As he spoke, he pulled out his com from his side belt and signalled the palace.

”This is Asterion. Bring a training saber to the rear garden at once please.”

He turned to Morgana and smiled.

”What, you didn’t think I’d go THIS easy on you, did you?”

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[Morgana Forceborn]

She watched as her saberstaff felw fro her and to his hand, crossing her arms in knowing he was going to go rough again. She crossed her arms before he asked about how well she handled it, making her huff and say "You saw me ealier. I can handle it just fine. And I happen to like it because...well it just feels right." She really had no better answer than that. After that she heard him call for a training saber, making her rool her eyes before a smile came onto her face. She knew he would do something like that. Once the servant came out and handed it to him he saluted before walking off, Morgana only waiting to see what he'd try next.​

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[Stephanie Swail]

Asterion gave the guard a nod, another unimportant person who did as he was told. Holding up the hilt to gauge it’s size and weight, the Knight activated it with a sharp hum, and a pale blue blade ignited for training purposes. Same practicality of a lightsaber, with none of the danger.

He held the blade behind his back, angled outwards, and waved her over with his hand.

”Come on then, kid. Attack.”

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[Morgana Forceborn]

When he activated his Morgana took her backs and ingnited both sides of her saberstaf. She spun it around to get a better handle on it before, finally, chargning foward. The rest of the afternoon was spent with both her and [member="Asterion"] training, fighting, getting on each other's nerves only to prove they were so much alike and finally ending with a few lumps and bruises on both sides. As nightfall started to approach Morgana had to sit down. All the fighting they went through involved her throwing her scarlet jacket off, which showed off some of her new injuries she had thanks to her father's "tough but fair" training. She groned a bit as she moved while looking to Asterion, holding back laughing at the fact this was the sort of stuff they bonded over.​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

She fought hard, with precision and determination. Her face was firm and steely, like a warrior – like Asterion himself. Exchanging goading words, teasing insults and practical tips and encouragement, the two danced a disjointed number across the garden in a mock duel and training spa.

Asterion learnt a few new ideas from Morgana, and hopefully she would take the advice and resolve he showed and gave to her. One thing for sure, she was brilliant with the blade, and would only get better, which was nice to feel.

Killing his blade, he rubbed his brow with the back of his hand and walked forward to a battered and bruised, but well-toned, Morgana.

”That was something I needed. I’m impressed with your energy and strength. You’re going to have to continue showing your old man a few tricks I think.”

He placed a hand on her shoulder gently.

”I’m proud of you, kid.”

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[Morgana Forceborn]

When he sat down and said how proud he was Morgana looked back to [member="Asterion"] with a weak smile. She leaned into his shoulder and by extension a hug. It was probably something he wasn't used to but she had to do it. This was the sort of thing she missed out on during her childhood. Having s father figure who was willing to teach and accept her. And that was saying something from the man who was a Sith while she was a Jedi. It just made her too happy to resist. She didn't want him to see the tears brimming in her eyes, but she did want him to know that she was glad to be his daughter.​

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Trying to dissuade from it organa, noting her injuries, commented "Mom's going to be so ticked at you when she sees these."​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

He didn’t expect her learning in; where was the snarky comment or simple shrug. His view on teenagers and youth must be greatly distorted and full of prejudice. This wasn’t just another youth – Morgana was his daughter. Ignore everyone else – without his genetics, she wouldn’t be her. A small knot dissolved quickly after it formed on his brow, and he learnt back slightly, unsure what to do.

Instead, he moved his arm back and placed it on her other shoulder, a reassuring and comforting hold that, he hoped, would make her feel a little safer now he was going to be part of her life.

Looking down at her bruises and grazes, Asterion dismissed it with a funny noise and a smile.

”I’m hoping she’d expect nothing less from training with me – but make sure you tell her we actually DID have a little head to head. She only thinks we’re meeting, so I can’t have her think I reacted badly, can I. You know what she’s like when she gets a temper.”

It was a surreal moment for him. A warmth comforted him for the first time; embracing the fact he had a daughter. And, quite possibly, a family who could love and empower him for who he was.

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[Morgana Forceborn]

Knowing for the amount of time she knew her how Nimue could get angry Morgana chukled and only said "Deal." while the rest of time seemed to slip onward. This was nice. This was what she wanted. This was something she never wanted to let go of: a family.​

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