fandomhigh | BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Friday Morning [12/30]

Anakin still thought that getting sent off to school at some place he'd never heard of (and he'd been trying to memorize star maps practically since he was old enough to read) was one of Uncle Luke's stranger decisions. He'd graduated from the Academy, he wasn't a little kid any more, but as his uncle's apprentice he didn't have much room to argue. He'd much rather have been back in the thick of things if it were up to him, but it wasn't and Luke had sent him here, so he'd trust Luke's judgment even if he didn't understand it. Sending him to Dantooine with Aunt Mara had been weird at the time, too, and turned out to be a valuable learning experience.

The large Fandom High banner in the Portalocity lounge left little doubt that he was in the right place. With a tiny sigh, Anakin set his single bag down on the floor, tugged at the hem of his tunic. and brushed his fingertips against the hilt of the lightsaber hanging from his belt. That, at least, was something familiar in a completely unfamiliar environment.

He never liked waiting around for things to happen, but since he couldn't be home helping the Jedi with the war effort waiting for the shuttle to show up was the only thing to do right now. Well, that and finding out what the other new students would be like, and he supposed that part would happen soon enough.

[OOC: You will wait for the OCD. *Jedi mind-tricks* Shuttle post is goooooooooo!]

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Anakin liked to think he was pretty quick on the uptake, but . . .

"I have a cousin?"

This wasn't some heretofore unknown relation to Thrackan, was it? Because ick.

Anakin stared at him blankly.

"Oh, stang, you're so young..." he murmured. "Luke and Mara have a son. Or will."

You mean she's going to find a way to beat this disease?" That was a good thing, that was a reason to hope, because he'd seen how tired and worn down she was, but -- torn between years of nightmares and wanting to believe Mom had been right about the good man her father had been once -- he hesitated, and reached out in the Force to see if he could sense any deception.

It seemed wrong to do that to someone wearing Jedi robes just like he was.

Anakin being Anakin, caught it immediately and guessed the reason why.

"What would be the point in lying to you?" he asked.

About this, anyway.

"I don't know. What would be the point?"

Maybe it wasn't fair of Anakin to sound that dubious, but he had a very limited frame of reference to work with, and only about five minutes' worth of getting accustomed to the idea of his grandfather being alive. And here. And not, as far as he could tell, evil.

"On something you'll be able to verify with your own eyes in less than an hour? Very little," Anakin replied. "I'm not out to trick you, young one."

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