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10.11.2012 , 01:53 PM |
Characters: Malavai Quinn and Vai Quinn
Universe: Quick Quinn Quotes
Teachings of the Father
He always looked up to his father. The man was the paragon of protocol, perfection and principle. He was an ideal officer and, if need be, an assassin for the further betterment of the Empire. Malavai wanted to be just like his father: dignified, respected, a perfectionist, and, most importantly, loyal to the ever-expanding Empire. It would be years before he reached as high as his father had, but those years would be short and used to hone his craft. He had decided early on to mimic his father as his mother had all, but abandoned him when he was confirmed to be Force-blind.
When he finally left the Estate for early training at the Academy at the age of fifteen he called his father every day to report in and to complain about this teacher or that teacher, this exercise or that exercise, and the complete lack of decorum some of the females in the academy had. Honestly, they were downright provocative, propositioning him as if she were some sort of prostitute and he some form of needy teen, desperate for a little unwinding. He didn’t need any, thank you very much, he wasn’t training to be an Imperial Agent, he had no use for seduction
and stop bothering me you trollop
“Ah,” his father’s holo image chuckled, “the Quinn Curse.”
Malavai crossed his arms and scowled. “What do you mean ‘Quinn Curse’?”
“Ah, well, we have an air of noble tragedy that follows us around. Apparently, women are attracted to that sort of thing. It’s been like this for generations, ever since the Quinn name stopped producing Force sensitive heirs.”
“Then why is Quinn Force sensitive if the Quinn line stopped producing such gifted offspring?” He wasn’t bitter. No, not at all. There was no bitterness in his voice.
“You sound bitter son,” his father remarked.
“It’s alright, I understand,” his father said gently.
“Just tell me how to stop exuding this annoying aura,” Malavai said stiffly.
“Maybe if you stopped pouting,” his father teased.
“I do not pout!” Malavai huffed. “If anything, I brood.”
His father chuckled. Malavai sighed and ran a hand down his unchiseled and unscruffed face. “Honestly, I have no interest in women beyond professionalism.”
His father arched a brow. “Are you trying to tell me something, son?”
Malavai blinked and stared at his father blankly. “I’m focusing on my studies at the moment; I don’t need some harlot hanging on me at all times of the day.”
“Ah,” his father chuckled.
“What did you think I meant?”
“Nothing,” his father said lightly.
Malavai narrowed his eyes. “Anyway,” he said firmly. “I called to let you know I will be home in two weeks’ time. Please, for the love of the Emperor, get your amorous activities out of the way before I return. I’d rather not put a bolt in my skull in an effort to forget the horrors I’ve witnessed.”
His father chuckled again.
“And, for future reference, my preference is for women, not men.”
His father laughed outright.
“I will leave you to your studies, Malavai. Remember what I taught you: respect the instructor…”
“’Even if he’s a blind idiot who should be slapped on the back of the head’,” Malavai recited. “I remember.”
“Good boy. I’ll see you in two weeks. Feel free to call before then.”
“Good day, father.”
All credit for the "air of noble tragedy" belongs to bright_ephemera and her wonderful fic
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