When Sith Beat Jedi To The Prize (Of The Chosen One)

[neverwantedtobesith]

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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[bittykin]

"How small?" Because well. People's definitions varied. He was small!

"I. Um. I would like to have it." There was only a slight pause, not quite a stutter but it could have been, in his speech.

[neverwantedtobesith]

"The full-grown ones are generally about half your size. Maybe slightly over," he says, after taking a moment to gauge things properly.

He shrugs. "Okay. Tell him how much you want." Relax, kid.

[bittykin]

"Oh. That's good." Puntable then if needed.

It's going to take time. Weeks wouldn't be enough to rid years of trauma. But he did know those measurements, because arm and leg wraps were a lifesaver, and he knew how to turn a square of fabric into long strips. He can do more math in his head than he realizes, even complex math that he doesn't even know is math really. Width of strip by length, converted into total width of fabric and length when the numbers isn't actually translate that way. But he could still spit an accurate number out. Of work quality fabric and dressy-er fabric.

[neverwantedtobesith]

Good thing those numbers are getting relayed to the shop-keeper, because there's risk of Garth'zel's eyes glazing over if they get fired off at him too fast.

After they're finally done at that shop, Garth'zel takes a moment to see what time it was. "Close enough to time to eat, we may as well find someplace. Might get in before the main rush." He'd rather not wait forever to eat.

[bittykin]

Anakin's math, the process he used to get numbers, likely did not resemble anything close to what his lessons would teach. It mostly revolved around engineering, technical things, and such - the fabric was simply part of it. The shopkeeper even tucked a packet of needles into the parcel of cloth. Anakin would have to secure the thread on his own.

"Ok. What do they cook here?" He had heard from the spacers that different planets had different specialties. And he'd like to know what they were.

[neverwantedtobesith]

"You do remember it's been a few thousand years since I was last here?" Garth'zel reminds him drily. "The best I can say is 'food'."

He's fairly certain the fare would be fairly normal, anyway, aside from the meat being mainly from local animals.

[bittykin]

Having grown up in the slave quarters, 'normal' was a strange thing for food - all different cultures, different practices with food, abject poverty and often starvation rations - these things meant making do, and Anakin had eaten a wildly diverse diet even if it was sometimes just a mouthful given when Watto wasn't feeding them. As such, he'd eat just about anything.

"Ok. Is there anything I should be looking for?" Because well. Reading was still something he was working on.

[neverwantedtobesith]

"Um, pretty sure that grophets are one of the meat choices. I... wouldn't recommend the tonitrans, given they're carnivores and as such, don't tend to taste good." He's fairly certain it's mostly just the local Rishii who were inclined to eat them, anyway.

He spots what seems to be a small restaurant that was half indoor and outdoor and heads for the outdoor seating.

[bittykin]

"No they don't." Carnivores, he means. Tonitrans he's never had. But grophets at least ping a memory of something he's heard spacers speak of.

Anakin followed happily, the smell of food giving him a warm feeling.

[neverwantedtobesith]

Garth'zel claims one of the outside tables, taking a seat. "You may want to think about sitting on your new things. Not for the added height so much as to make sure those damn monkey-lizards don't get into them." Yes, he'll help chase them if required, but ugh. Better to avoid the need entirely.

[bittykin]

Anakin had thought he'd meant pickpockets until he finished talking, and shook his head, muttering he'd rather have Jawas around because those you could talk to. Still, he carefully folded the bags together in a way the openings were pinned against the opposite package. A shame he didn't mention that possibility when they left the ship, Anakin could have brought twine to tie them together. He placed them down on the seat and double-checked the stability before sitting down on them.

Then he looked around, taking in the restaurant and trying to pick apart the smells. He could smell some heady, heavy fruit and the rich, savory smell of roasted meat and root vegetables, spices he couldn't figure out, and other things as well. Some kind of bread or pastry.

[neverwantedtobesith]

It doesn't take long for the server to notice the additional customers, coming over. Garth'zel puts in his drink order and glances over at Anakin. "Want me to order your food for you, since you can't read the menu yourself, yet?"

Of course, the menu isn't required for the drinks, given there's certain ones that are standard everywhere.

[bittykin]

Anakin asks for water and juice to drink - whatever juice is their favorite - and shrugs looking down and away for a moment. He can feel the server looking at him.

"Yes please. Thank you sir." It's quiet and subdued. He's a little embarrassed.

[neverwantedtobesith]

"You'll catch up to where you should be sooner, rather than later, I'm sure," Garth'zel says reassuringly. He takes time to browse the menu while the server is getting their drinks and puts in their food orders when the server returns. Needless to say, his order is heavier on meat than Anakin's, while Anakin gets more in the way of vegetables than he does. "Our next stop is going to be for getting schooling supplies for you," he says after taking a sip of his--nonalcoholic--drink. "I'm thinking maybe about what's supposed to be about three years' worth. It should help figure out where your skill levels in various things actually are. There's bound to be some things you'll have the reaction of 'I know that already!' about."

[bittykin]

He's determined to catch up quickly, not liking the feeling of embarrassment, of being 'lesser' than others. It also made him angry - it wasn't his fault and how dare people judge.

He's happy to let Garth'zel order for him, however, even if he could have read - he wouldn't know all the dishes and would have had to ask for help anyway, but it was different, somehow. And it's not like Garth'zel doesn't know what Anakin eats.

Anakin nodded, soothed by Garth'zel's belief that Anakin knew more than he thought he did. "Can I give Kitster what I don't need? I know you said we couldn't go often but it would still help him."

[neverwantedtobesith]

"I already had the thought of giving the schooling materials you get past needing to your mother, so she could use them to teach the other kids as time permitted, with a particular focus on him," Garth'zel says with a nod. "Schooling should help improve his chances of getting that position he wants." Not to mention, depending on what she did and didn't know, may help her as well.

[bittykin]

"Mom would love that." And she'd probably have a better handle on how to get Kitster and the other kids to do the lessons than just shoving things at him. Some of the older women in the area could probably help too.

Shmi had been pretty well educated by one of her masters, who had written into her will to free Shmi at her death but the heir had refused and then when Anakin had come along, sold them both. She simply hadn't had the resources or time to teach Anakin.

[neverwantedtobesith]

Garth'zel starts absently tapping his fingers on the table as he thinks. "There probably won't be any to hand over the next time we're on Tattooine, given you'll be working your way through things to find where you're supposed to be. The things you're fairly 'I know this already' about would be good practice for the later things, anyway, so you'll be used to doing them in the specific format they're in instead of whatever idiosyncratic method you've had to come up with." ...He's pretty sure the kid doesn't know one of the words he used. Oops.

[bittykin]

"What?" He's not wrong, Anakin was following along until 'idiosyncratic' was said, even if he clearly had a question. "Why does the format matter? If the answer is correct?" This is going to be a sticking point. He doesn't realize it but he has a number of mental shortcuts he does, and he's going to struggle to wrangle his brain into working in a 'typical' manner.

[neverwantedtobesith]

"There's no way for the people who produce these things to account for every possible variation of how people work their way through things, so they need to go with the version typically taught. As 'but why?' as it's likely to be, it'll at least give you a look at how people who learned entirely through this sort of thing have learned to think and get to the same conclusions you do."

Not that he's at all certain that any of what he just said will move the kid to be less of a headache about his schoolwork.

[bittykin]

Anakin only partly followed and they was mostly in a sense of ' you said words I know, in a sentence, that sure was a sentence' way. "Ok."

It was not going to help, no.

[neverwantedtobesith]

..Right then. He's just going to concentrate on his food, now that it's arrived. He could tell that what he said flew over the kid's head. He can try again later.

[bittykin]

He'd gotten (a little) better about letting Garth'zel eat without pestering him with questions or constant talk. He was used to mom and him taking about their days over meals because Watto kept them separated most of the day. He did ask him to identify what he was eating, both for curiosity and so if he liked something he could select it again or avoid it if he didn't care for it. Regardless he'd eat it.

But he did keep an eye out for those monkey-lizard things, eyes darting around pretty often.

[neverwantedtobesith]

Garth'zel does, in fact, get to give one or two monkey-lizards a gimlet stare that results in them deciding to find somewhere else to be. Along with pointing them out to Anakin, so he'd know what they looked like.

Garth'zel had ordered grophet for both of them, although in varying amounts to account for species and size difference. The vegetables were more variable.

[bittykin]

It was an impressive stare, yes, and Anakin can't copy it but he can and does commit the monkey-lizards to memory.

He liked knowing what he was eating, and he thanked Garth'zel for the information. Mostly he was quite happy to eat something new and figure out more kinds of foods.