Star Wars: Dark Prosperity
Pyrus smiles and tail-wags proudly at being called "cool."
Nathan can't help but chuckle at Blake's jab at the Service Corp's tendencies. It's funny because it's true. Though he understands the reason for it. Boredom is from the Darkside and will usually turn a force user to mischief much faster than if they felt like their special powers were needed at their post. Such is the catch-22 of Mittens' case at least. Risk of slipping to the Darkside through dangerous missions verses the certainty of her falling if she didn't have that excitement. But Meekla's idea is worth pursuing. Nathan writes a formal email to the Council.
"I'm writing you because I have just learned that my apprentice Mittens was once the apprentice of a Dark Jedi. I was unable to look into her mind to verify it, but judging from the way she brought this up, I'm convinced that it is not one of her pranks and something to be taken seriously. I'm recommending she be assigned to a Master with more experience with guiding a former Darksider..."
Mittens snatches his datapad. "May I see what you're writing thank you!"
Nathan skews his lips. "I appreciate the effort in trying to be more polite. I'm sure you know that you have room for improvement."
Mits stares at the datapad and pouts, "You don't want me as a student anymore?"
Nathan sighs and shakes his head, "I've never had an apprentice before. I feel like I've been dropped into the final boss fight without ever having had a chance to get used to the controls much less grab any power-ups. Nothing against you personally, Mittens. You are aware that you're at a higher risk of falling back to the Darkside with an inexperienced teacher such as myself, aren't you?"
Mits looks stunned. "You're a gamer?!"
Nathan laughs. "Don't act so surprised. Not like gaming hasn't been around for thousands of years before either of us were born."
Mits thinks on it and looks at the datapad again. "Well... Lemme predict the future of what you're suggesting, then. I get reassigned to a new master. He's had experience with former Darksiders. And they usually turn out bad. So right out of the gate he refuses to let me experience life outside the Achademy until I stop being so Mittens-like. So I either learn to master faking being a boring old Jedi in order to escape, or I lose my mind from boredom and the Council uses their powers to brainwash me. Either way, I lose who I am. And I can tell you with certainty that without Mittens' Mittensyness, Mittens will become a very miserable thing indeed - perfect for going Darkside!
"You haven't filled my brain with visions of being torn apart. More than that, you don't even threaten ultimatums like, 'No new lightsaber techniques for a year if you do that again,' when I snatch your datapad. You're doing better than even Master Geriatrics! Hold off on this email."
Nathan thinks on her words. What's a nice way to say, "My Knight Trials were a breeze by comparison. The frustration of putting up with you has done more to tempt me to the Darkside than anything else I've ever experienced?" The answer doesn't come. But he's pretty sure he can keep her from reading those thoughts, at least.