Unexpected Rights

[Ao Xian]

Bastion​

There was a saying. When you saved someone's life, you became responsible for it thereafter. Ao had always taken that as a bit of a cautionary tale. A warning against sticking one's snout into a affairs that didn't involve oneself. As it turned out, that was indeed the correct interpretation.

She wasn't sure just how exactly it had happened. She had crushed a man's head and eaten his liver and ended up with a human apprentice. It was a strange turn of events and yet here they were. He had needed medical care before anything else, and since she had decided not to eat him (for today), that seemed the next necessary step. She had left him at the hospital in the Capital, reporting back to [member="Darth Saarai"] on the success of her mission for the Inquistion, but also the acquisition of a new, potential Sith.

Train him, the Sith Lord had said. As I trained you.

Ao had nodded.

Of course, Tai Fa had thrown her into the wall a number of times in the early days, before she had stopped trying to eat him, but she didn't think that was what he meant.

Two days later, a courier would come for him. Once he was released from care, he was brought to the academy on Bastion. A room had been provided for his use, and the courier showed him, briefly around- the training grounds, archives, public spaces. The Sith Empire offered incentives for force sensitive children to be taught by the state, but the young were not the only ones that trained here.

No. Now he would as well.

"Tomorrow at noon," the courier told him, indicating one of the training rooms in particular. "I have been instructed to tell you to get a good nights sleep but not eat too heavily before hand." He paused delicately. "One never knows what sort of master they will get, do they?"

Only Jyn already knew.

His master was a monster.

[member="Jyn Cvetkovic"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He didn't have the best night sleep.

He needed to buy a cheap apartment. He hated sharing anything with anyone and he knew that sharing a bathroom with a group of people was something he hated and he didn't care much for. He enjoyed his own bathroom and his own kitchen and he really didn't want to share with anyone. It wasn't a fun experience, it was like being in college. He wasn't good at sharing at the best of times and so he knew that sharing his living space with people was one of the worst things that he could imaagine. It was his own form of hell and he needed to get out of it as soon as he could. He assumed there'd be a cheap apartment somewhere.

He'd been given a tour once the doctors had touched him up. He'd suffered a few internal injuries but nothing that would kill him. He had a few broken ribs and a couple of bruises and cuts but nothing else major. He was just aching, it hurt to walk and move for a few days. Since then, he'd gotten much better at moving without serious pain. It still hurt to do anything seriously strenous but it could of been so much worse.

His new master was terrifying. She was a large dragon, that much was true. She was a monster, she was likely to eat him if he even breathed wrong. It was strange but she was offering power so he didn't mind it too much. It could have been worse, at least the dragon was only likely to eat him. Some creatures would of already eaten him and chewed him up, spat him out and finished whatever was left in the pile at the end.

He walked into the room and dropped to a knee.

"Master"

[member="Ao Xian"]

 

[Ao Xian]

Ao was waiting for him when he got there.

The room was sweltering. She'd had the temperature bumped up- normally the rooms were kept cool to encourage exercise but Ao had other ways of encouraging that and her being sluggish and drowsy because of the cold would offer him nothing.

Part of her still wasn't entirely certain why she was doing this. A whim. A fancy. She didn't look too deeply into it, but then, Ao was not a deeply introspective creature. She wore her heart on her scales- she acted, rather than deliberated. Impulsive and reactive, the Xykan chose pathways more on instinct than on anything else.

This was no different.

She cocked her head to the side, regarding him. It was only proper of course, that he knelt.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, her tone oddly polite.

This was what one did. It was unnatural and performative for her, but she understood the silly necessity. In this case, doubly so- she needed to know how well he was healing to know just how hard she could push.

[member="Jyn Cvetkovic"]