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When Sith Beat Jedi To The Prize (Of The Chosen One)
Garth'zel had intended never to go to Tatooine again. The entire experience the first time he was there was hot and miserable. The only good point, so far as he was concerned, was meeting Andronikos. But as luck would have it, his ship ended up deciding to need minor repairs. Nothing too bad, but it did require him to land somewhere to get the parts he needed, because of course, the bit that went was something he didn't have spare parts for. The only planet within reasonable range? Tatooine.
It didn't take long for a Force-sensitive boy to catch his attention. One strong enough that he was surprised the Jedi didn't already find him. Well, their loss was his gain. ...Once he pried him loose from Watto, anyway. He suspects he actually had an easier time of it than a Jedi would, although he's not going to hang around and give one the chance to give it a shot. At least, unlike them, he's willing to come to Tatooine from time to time so Anakin could see his mother. Probably not more than a couple times a year or so, due to it being best to go there when they're at least vaguely in that part of the galaxy anyway, but it's far better than 'sorry kid, we're never bringing you back'.
Of course, there is one tiny problem with this whole thing. He's never had to raise children before and doesn't know what he's doing. With the ship safely in hyperspace and not due to come out of it for a good long while, enabling him to do things that didn't involve sitting in the pilot's seat of the ship, he's in the lounge area. Time to figure out what he's doing. "Have you managed to get any kind of schooling? Like from someone you know, sitting down with you for an hour here and there as time permitted to teach you things like how to write?"
May as well figure out what he needs to teach besides how to use the Force consciously instead of unconsciously drawing on it.
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"Next time we talk to Mom, can you ask her how to cook her meat pies?" He didn't mean now and he didn't expect them to taste as good, but he liked them.
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He gathers up their used things to get them set up for washing. "You still have that project of yours from yesterday to do?"
Assuming the kid hasn't finished it by now.
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"Yes, I'm still working on it." It's answered with a solemn nod. He's taking it very seriously, so he's working with a lot of focus and care.
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Along with giving himself more than enough time to work out the specifics of what they'd be doing after finding out how much Anakin actually knows.
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Given there was plenty of space for maneuverability in there. Also, best to get the precedent of physical training being in there started early.
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What he doesn't having technique or formal training he has in enthusiasm and stubbornness. And he doesn't really know how to pull his punches yet, meaning a few knuckles where busted and he is a little sore.
He doesn't mind, and he hadn't winced when the skin over his knuckles had split either.
Instead he waits for feedback.
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Due to being soaked with sweat that needs to be washed out, along with any grease and so on.
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But the idea of having more clothing was appealing, as, he's never had that. Something to wear, something to sleep in (generally what he's grown out of or is too threadbare to wear) and something to wear while washing his other clothes (always too threadbare to really wear) was just normal for him and almost everyone he knew.
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"Let me show you how to do it to minimize unneeded risk to yourself," he says, reaching out one hand and slowly forming it into a fist. "I'm sure I don't need to tell you that bare-knuckle brawling it going to result in things like skinned knuckles no matter what you do."
No reason not to do what's possible to avoid injury, though.
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But then, Anakin was also likely to headbutt or kick, or use his elbows or knees. He wasn't really likely, at this point, to grab something to use as a weapon.
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"You have a weapon, doesn't that make it easier?" Not that he was asking for a weapon like his - yet - but he had used what was handy before.
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Not necessarily comforting, he knows. "You're starting younger than I did, so in some ways, it should be easier." He makes a face. "I'll just need to remember to account for the fact you're still growing so as not to push you too much too fast."
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"Why does that matter?" No one else seemed to care, excepting to make sure some tools fit his hands.
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"What happens when you try to carry something too heavy for you, too long?" he finally settles on.
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