Min'Unaetti - The Red Panther
The search for a master started like any other hunt "We have done all we can for you Red Panther. You have reached your age of maturity and our agreement with your mother is at an end. We have raised you as best we could, but as you can see, you are a special child born of special parents. You must have known that you do not belong here in Swale Bolivar. Yes, we have raised you as one of our own: A Fosterling, but your destiny lies somewhere in the stars."
The skinny halfbred Sith nodded, an angular crimson face alone amongst leather tan round faces, "Thank you Elder for your hospitality and protection. I have learned much with my Cousins here."
"Yes my child, you may not have been born Bolivar, but you listen to the land like one. You have felt famine and flood, you know the wrath of nature and the gnawing of hunger in your belly. You can fend of beast and brigand with nothing more than a stout staff. You can hammer and forge sickle and blade. But unlike us, you can make nature heed your beck and call, you can control the winds and call lightning. The earth trembles when you rage and the forest hides your passage. Yet, you are Bolivar in your heart regardless of your blood. You do not abuse your power, but use it sparingly. Now, someone must teach you to use it wisely."
The barely a woman looked into the elder's age wrinkeld face "Why will my mother not come for me now?" Her face furrowed into a sorrowful look.
The old man pats the girl on the knee "Because she would not have you pampered and preened. You are of the land not of any House. You shall come into your own of your own choosing. But you shall never be alone in the stars, your mother shall see to that. She may not be visible in your sight but you are never out of her thoughts. Her spies and agents tell her of your growth and she approves, for if she did not, the Swale would be ash and dust. Seek you a master among those magicians in the stars ... Jedi like the Warden's father or Sith like yours."
Min knew little of her father save that of story and legend "You know I will be Sith like my mother and father"
The elder handed the girl a battered datapad "This was your mother's when she left Home for the Empire, now it is yours. Seek out Darth Belatrix of Project Invicta or Darth Rhaegar of the Wrath of the Empire, the 28th Regiment. The rest that you need is in here, along with this Ascendancy travel permit. The blue skinned Chiss are neutral, but they are not enemies of your mother."
"Elder? What if I choose to stay here? Live here in the fields and till the soil? Hunt and fish and grow up among the Bolivar?"
The old man breathes a shuddering morose sigh, "Then you will have dissapointed your mother to no end and all she has suffered and sacrificed will be for naught."
The skinny girl stands, datapad and pass in hand "Then I shall leave now, Elder. No need for goodbyes."
The wizened man smiles "Never goodbye, only until we meet again, for indeed, one day we shall, in this world ... or the next.