This must be the place

[Daria Cavill]

[member="Jacen Cavill"]

"At this point, I'm not so worried about you wanting to kill me anymore." Daria admitted with an uneasy smile. "You seem, uhm - pretty determined to invest something in my life, I guess, so I doubt you'd just up and kill me in a rage." She stood upright and nervously wiped her hands off on her skirt, taking a moment to collect and organize her thoughts. "I mean, you're a Sith - maybe even the Sith - but that doesn't mean you're a mindless ragemonster. Even I know that." She might have bought into the Jedi's ideas about what the Dark Side did to a person, but Daria was at least pragmatic enough to understand that people usually didn't off each other for no good reason. Even if he was keeping his tone as even as a robot and working hard to give the impression that he really didn't care, clearly a part of him did. He'd brought her here, he'd offered her a great deal to stick around. A part of him had to care, even if he had to take a twisted, circuitous path to display it in any way.

"So how is this going to work, now?" Daria asked carefully, looking up at Jacen over the rims of her glasses. "What with me being your... heir, personal assistant, whatever I am to you." She folded her arms, now more properly facing the towering Sith, before glancing out the viewscreen at the stars in Warp. "You don't seem the sort to really care about 'bring your daughter to work day', and people might suspect things of Cade Lee if a Senator is hanging around with a fifteen year old Cavill... and while this ship is really nice, I don't think it has, uhm, room for me, what with all the weapons?" Realistic concerns, in her own mind. "I mean, you could found a freaking Force Tradition with all the hardware in your training room - not that that's a bad thing! They are cool to look at." Daria promised. "I'm guessing they're trophies."

"I don't know what to ask. You're the adult here." Daria chuckled sheepishly. "I barely know you at all, and I've never had a... well, a parent before. Or a Master who wasn't just exasperated with everything I am. I guess I'm just curious as to how things are going to be, now."

 

[Jacen Cavill]

“You’re confused. I can see that, it’s what happens when you find something that accepts you as you are.” Cavill got off his post and went to sit in one of the captain’s chairs in the room. Fiddling with the controls, he made sure they were on the proper course. She didn’t need to know that they were heading for One Sith space. To be more precise, that they were heading to Coruscant to go to his own secret training facility there. Blas-Tech’s old headquarters were there, and the building had been severely damaged in the battle of Coruscant. While most of the sector had been restored, that tower stood as damaged as ever. He wasn’t concerned with the building though, he was more interested in what it hid deep underneath it.

That was where Daria would find herself.

“Those lightsabers in there, well those are a sign of respect for every warrior brave enough to face me. I may be of the darkside,” he steepled his hands in thought. “But I do understand that courage in the face of danger is something to be admired, so I keep their lightsabers here as a means of remembering those who fought me.” He didn’t really need to elaborate that he killed them, sometimes brutally.

“I want things to honestly, well I don’t know. I do know that I’m going to help you with your training, and get you another identity. I can’t have the name Cavill so closely associated with anything close to politics or business.” He looked over at her, a bit of kindness on his face. “It’s not your fault, I’m the one who has made the name mean something other than what it used to. We can discuss that soon though, right now we need to focus on putting your mind at ease with being with your biological father.”

[member="Daria Cavill"]

 

[Daria Cavill]

[member="Jacen Cavill"]

Daria leaned back on the railing. At least here, she could look over the cockpit while he sat in the captain's chair. She, earlier, might have been trying to use the higher ground to assert control over the conversation, but they were well past that point. They both knew it. He could put her through several walls but didn't want to, she had been yelled down at least three times in the past hour and was feeling slightly more tractable than usual. "An' what about you?" Daria asked, the mild twang of her Outback Serenno accent creeping into her voice as she folded her arms on the railing and gave him an even look. "It's not like you seem like fatherly material like, at all - no offense. You're dressed like the cover of a Sith Model magazine, and everything on this ship is weapons, black, and hard angles. Not exactly the den of a family man." It was a realistic assessment, sure. It was also a jab and a twist at his capabilities and fashion sense. Daria was almost incapable of offering advice without a little shot at her target - she'd been fighting and spitting for every bit of happiness or power she could claw out of the Galaxy to break that habit instantly.

The tall, slightly gangly girl moved to one side and adjusted her skirt, her low heels clicking on the metal bulkhead. She was distinctly uncomfortable being dressed up like this, and had only done so in the hopes of nailing a job interview. Everything she owned - about three changes of ratty clothes and a baggie of ticket stubs - had been left in a bag hidden in a bush around the corner from Cade Lee's office, though, so it wasn't like she could run off and change. "Besides. Isn't 'Senator Lee' suddenly manifesting a daughter just as suspicious as anything else? I'm not good at lying, so I'd likely make a garbage actress."

 

[Jacen Cavill]

“I look like a model, now that’s a good insult.” For one who prided himself on not being afraid of leading from the from, and physically destroying his opponents, he hated that jab. Many a foolish commander had called him some variation of pretty boy, and all of them lay dead or had their opinion changed. Cavill’s entire legacy was built on his ferocity in battle, but Daria wouldn’t know that. “I can’t help that I’m the result of generations of good breeding, along with the desire to take care of myself and push myself to my physical limits.” Then he spun his chair around and winked at her. “It also doesn’t hurt that I can pretty much block out all energy and physical attacks due to my training.” Spinning back to face the controls of the ship, he pressed a few switches and checked a few gauges.

“You’re right, this isn’t the place to bring you up or try to establish something close to normal with you. It’s why we are going to Coruscant. There, I can train you. You’re going to need practice in all things if you can be trusted to be left alone.” His hand raised, to cut her off before she got started. “However you view yourself, you are nothing compared to those who would hunt me down. Or if you desire to actually learn some true power, it will have to be that teaches you.” The ship came out of hyperspace, and they started to descend to Coruscant.

“You can also get a new identity here to use on Coruscant.”

[member="Daria Cavill"]

 

[Daria Cavill]

[member="Jacen Cavill"]

Daria ran her fingers through her disgustingly thick, curly hair, frowning mildly. She liked who she was, generally, and the idea of an assumed identity didn't appeal to her. If people would come after her to get at him, she'd kick their butts. Or he could - he was the warlord, after all. With Jacen's reputation, Daria considered his guise as Cade Lee to be more lazy than pragmatic. But that wasn't her call to make, apparently. She was stuck on the ride - for at least two weeks - and there'd be no jumping off the rails just yet.

"Fine. But I'm not going to debase myself the way you do with Cade." She defended. Hiding who she was was insult enough, she wasn't about to go simpering and stuttering just to hide from some nebulous threat. Daria brushed her skirt off and stood upright, watching Coruscant loom larger in the viewscreen. "...I've always liked the name 'Reya'." She mumbled to herself, adjusting her glasses idly.

 

[Jacen Cavill]

Fin​