Lian, Shadie, Knarf, Brenum, Trylia, and Maranna stood in the central chamber of the Crypt, speaking with voices raised as a heated debate had ensued. Nriwe had taken the children up and Thera had been keen on giving the Chiss boy a tour of the place, so thankfully the children were not privy to this argument.
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Maranna had refused to give the Jedi her child’s name and she seemed very opinionated about Jedi and Sith alike. It had been good that Shadie had convinced Lord Void to accompany Talyc to Mandalore. Knarf wondered how the two were getting on.
Shadie pinched the bridge of her nose. ‘This is not the talk we agreed to. You said you were willing to hear us out.’
‘I said I was willing to speak with you. I am speaking, you must listen.’
‘Trying to.’
‘All we’re trying to say is that here your son can learn the balance in the Force, both light side and dark side,’ said Trylia in a soothing tone.
‘Why? So you can try to save him from himself like you tried to save his father?’ Maranna’s pitch had reached a new high. ‘Relsor didn’t want you to save him! You Jedi think you know best. Always trying to save other people.’
‘Well there was something clearly wrong with Relsor,’ said Trylia, her tone serene and poised.
‘In your eyes maybe. You weren’t trying to save him, you were trying to change him, turn him into something he wasn’t. The only reason he probably ever saw anything in you was because he pitied your pathetic view on the Force.’
‘Oy! Don’t talk to her that way!’ Brenum stepped in, looking imposing.
‘Relsor chose his fate,’ said Shadie, doing her best to reamin calm. ‘We offered to try to help find a way to coexist. His existence was killing people, and we still tried to find a way for that could stop so we would not have to kill him. He turned down our offer. We were willing to leave him be, but people kept dying. We saved the galaxy.’
Maranna took on a mock voice. ‘“We saved the galaxy.” Is that supposed to impress me?’
‘Would you rather Awgro have taken you and your son then?’ demanded Shadie.
‘No, I am grateful that you helped us, but my son doesn’t need training and he doesn’t want it either.’
‘Have you asked him?’ Brenum queried, his tone indignant.
‘Was it a race against Awgro to find us before him?’ asked Maranna. ‘Was it to shape that little boy’s mind into the being you want him to be?’
‘We don’t try to brainwash anyone,’ said Trylia, looking appalled.
‘My passion’s dying wishes were clear, no Jedi training, and no Sith training,’ said Maranna.
‘I hardly qualify as a Jedi anymore,’ said Lian, ‘and Lord Void is no longer a Sith. We are teachers of the Force.’
‘You are still a member of the Jedi Order and a Master!’ Maranna retorted.
‘Then it’s a good thing that the Lady of the Crypt,’ said Knarf, his voice as reassuring as he could manage, ‘is neither Jedi nor Sith. She has found balance in the Force within herself. She can teach that discipline, and we,’ Knarf motioned to himself and Shadie, ‘are Mandalorians. We are part of no Order, no faction. We serve the Force. We would only guide your son in the direction he would choose. We are not trying to take him away from you. We are merely asking you to allow him to stay. For both of you to stay.’
‘I don’t need your protection and where I go, my son goes.’ Maranna crossed her arms.
‘You can’t coddle a child who is gifted as he is!’ said Brenum.
Maranna took a menacing step towards Brenum. ‘Don’t you dare tell me how to raise my son who has lost his father because of you!’
Brenum contorted his face, but Knarf stepped in and pulled him back a few steps.
‘It’s a good thing your friend, Fane, isn’t here,’ Maranna added, ‘because I would give him a piece of my mind. He deserves everything he gets.’
‘That’s enough!’ Lian shouted, his voice resonating in the room.
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