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[luuke]

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[Yeah, Luuke's not too sure of this. The new icons - icons of his template, because what, there aren't enough images of this one clone? No?]

[And a game with... daemons? Why is he going anywhere without C'baoth? He's struggling to match up flash-learning on speech with the real thing now. It's a little difficult... more than a little, his flash-learning isn't entirely integrated and C'baoth does not need him to speak.]


...why?

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[skyguy]

Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker.

[well, that's new.]

Forty--the future? That's almost thirty years-- [he's visibly agitated now, shifting from one foot to the other. If he thought hard enough, he could put it all together, but his highly developed sense of denial is blocking him. The Jedi dwindled to nothing, Masters making clones for apprentices...what next?]

[luuke]

[Someone else's memories bubble up, fuzzy-edged and with that particular sense that all that C'baoth imparted to him has. Luuke squints, stares, compares this man to the image, and - yes. Yes.]

[When he's surprised or carried along by an idea, Luuke speaks quietly and with odd inflections, almost in a monotone - but more easily than usual. The usual confusion and uncertainty are replaced by a weird excitement - he's making connections, figuring something out, and he's just finding out that he likes that. He'd have noticed that agitation, otherwise.]

- He knows you. You were a Padawan. He knew you would make Knight young.

[Something flickers in Luuke's eyes as he calls on more of the flash-learning. Thanks to C'baoth interfering it never properly integrated; it doesn't feel like anything he himself learned and knows, more like the database it really is. Which contributes to his usual hesitancy and how overwhelming everything is- but it also has a couple upsides.]

[The lightsaber.]

This was yours. It passed to my template. He lost it fighting Sith. I decanted. It passed to me.

[This is awesome. There's a strange sensation in Luuke's face. He touches it with one hand. - Is he smiling?]

haha he's strangely cute

[skyguy]

Master C'baoth did, yes-- [he can feel enough emotion from the other that it confuses him. Just what was going on? Part of him feels a swell of pride--he knew you would make Knight young--but it's overshadowed by confusion. A man with his name, his lightsaber, from the future...]

[Anakin returns his weapon to his belt, his posture wary.]

Then the Sith are still a danger that far ahead. What happens when your "template" comes back? If you were supposed to replace him, what happens to you?

[luuke]

He was right. You did. [This seems to call for something else, some other comment - Luuke falters, searching for it, the confusion coming back.]

[At last, almost shyly:] I'm... glad. [Is that right? Is it appropriate? That's an opinion, would his Master approve?]

[Anyway. Luuke mirrors that, putting his own version of the lightsaber away. He's belatedly noticing the tension. What does it mean he should do... Be ready, maybe?]

He... Master will - choose. One of us.