To Tython

Ag'grillon's mind raced with the possibilities. While the young Dian'jie was oblivious to his guardian's concern, he just enjoyed his first space flight.

For Ag'grillon it was one of his longest. How could Hu'thrane be alive? Is Dian'jie really his son? Who is the boy's mother? How powerful could Dian'jie grow to be? Would he follow his fathers footsteps...or worse?

"Hmmph" grunted Ag'grillon at his last thought. "Couldn't get much worse"

Ahh, so many questions, too few answers. And what of the council? What will they do with the boy?

"Ugh, this is giving me a migrane"

"What's a migrane?" Dian'jie piped up, overhearing Ag'grillon talking to himself.
"Something you are giving me" retorted Ag'grillon.
A confused look passed over Dian'jie's face "but I've given you nothing" "You're funny"

A smile flashed across Ag'grillon's face, Dian'jie's innocence putting his concerns to rest. "Never been called funny before"

"So where are we going?"
"Tython, to see the council"
"What's the council?"

The migrane returned.

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A lone space shuttle observed the Jedi's shuttle depart Dantooine and jump to Tython. The lone pilot opened a comm link.
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"Well?" a cold feminine voice demanded.
"The boy is on his way to Tython with a Master...Ag'grillon?"
"Good. Return. I have another task for you"
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"I see you have returned with more than with which you left Master Ag'grillon"

"Yes Master. This young one shows a remarkable affinity with the force, he is young, and it would be prudent of us to train him in the ways of the Jedi"
Ag'grillon quickly grabbing Dian'jie's shoulder and spinning him around to face the council. (He was not paying any attention and was too busy looking at the really high ceiling)
"Prudent you say? How so?" Was the council members response, with raised eyebrow.

Ag'grillon took in a deep breath, "Here goes nothing" he muttered to himself
"Because this is Hu'thrane Lan's son"

Ever been to a Hutt party? It's dark, noisy, seedy and chaotic. Now imagine some idiot walking into that party, grabbing the microphone and yelling in  a drunken stupor, "I want to thank that big fat worm for throwing this awesome party" The music would undoubtedly cease and everybody would look at the perpetrator with stunned silence, for about half a second before all hell breaking loose. Who knew a Jedi council could be like a Hutt party.

Shock, gasps, whispers and loud accusations went flying, while others sat back in their chairs to be very thoughtful.

"I think they know my dad" Dian'je whispered to Ag'grillon.
"You think? What gave it away"
"When you mentioned my fathers name they all went crazy" Dian'jie responded in a very matter-of-fact tone.
Ag'grillon inwardly groaned.

Satele stood. "Calm my brethen. Calm. Come forward child."

Ag'grillon knowingly shoved Dian'jie forward before the "Why?" that was forming in his throat escaped his lips.

"What is your name child?"
"Dian'jie Lan. What's yours?"
Satele smiled. "I'm known as Master Satele Shan, how do you feel about being here?"
"umm, I feel...I dunno. Everybody here dresses funny?"
"I mean, away from your father, your mother?"
"My mother? I don't have one of those. But my father told me I should come here and learn from you. So, here I am" with a shrug of his shoulders and a smile.


"Thank you Dian'jie, it was nice to meet you, now please go with Master Ag'grillon.
Ag'grillon breathed a sigh of relief, this interview was going better than he had hoped.
"Why?"
Ag'grillon groaned. And there it is.
However, Satele took it all in stride, with an amused twinkle in her eye.
"He will show you the temple and the other younglings here. Goodbye for now"
Dian'jie opened his mouth to respond again (with "What's a youngling?"), but Ag'grillon quickly grabbing him, "Just say "goodbye Master""
"Goodbye Master" Dian'jie quipped.

After the council doors were closed, the discussion was intense.
"How did Hu'thrane survive the attack on Coruscant? Was he involved in it? He must be brought here before the council!"
"His son is dangerous, we can't possibly be serious about training him."
"More dangerous if the Sith get their hands on him and train him."
"He'd be an uncontrollable weapon"
"Better our weapon than theirs"

Master Satele Shan rose and outstretched her arms in a sign for silence and calm...again.

"My fellow Jedi. We cannot judge this child on the actions of his father. It's is undeniable the child is force sensitive. As such, it is our duty to train him and temper his emotions. He is not responsible for his fathers actions, he is innocent of these. He will become what we train him to become, a Jedi."

The council concurred (some begrudgingly) with Master Satele Shan decree. But behind closed doors Satele had her own concerns. Will Dian'jie hold true to his teachings or will he indeed follow in his fathers footsteps. "So young and already so headstrong and independent."

With a sigh. "Ahh, we will find out soon enough. Soon enough".