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Vaner Shan never met, much less, knew his father.
He'd only seen holo-pics his old man, dating years back, as he would puzzle over a stranger's face that stared back at him with stern eyes. Vaner had read about his father in the old holo-records, of course, but it felt like a shadow; an old imprint, of the person his father must have really been.
What was a father? Vaner imagined a father would be a caring and supportive man. But Vaner's father was never here. His father couldn't possibly be a caring person, if that person could make Vaner's mother cry at night.
Mother was a strong woman - a respected Jedi Master, in fact! She was strong, powerful, and could fight back the throes of evil that surrounded them. Only to be reduced to tears by a father who was never there. Vaner hated when those rare moments happened - those moments when Mother would cry. She hid it well, but sometimes Vaner would catch a glimpse at her face, and see a sparkling tear drip from her grey eyes.
Vaner would grit his teeth and clench his shaking fists. It was whenever Mother cried that he hated Father. How could a man leave behind his love and family to pursue something else that lay beyond the stars and planets? Wasn't this where he belonged?
Whenever Vaner would raise his accusations, Mother would shush him discretely, and ramble on about how brave and valiant Father was. How he was a great hero and warrior of the Republic. She was so taken by him. Even when he had abandoned her! It sickened and infuriated Vaner, and made his blood boil hotly like a lit bonfire.
"Your father, Revan," she'd say with a faraway look, "left the Known Regions to fight a great threat, and to protect the Republic and the rest of the galaxy from it's evil."
"But what about us?" Vaner would protest. "Why did he have to go? Why him? We're staying put back home while he goes out and abandons us - his family!"
Mother would sigh sadly and bend down to her son, so she could convey her next words face-to-face. "I'm sorry, Vaner. You're much too young and inexperienced to understand this. Your father left in order to protect us - because he loved us. In time, Vaner. In time..."
"But..." He would subsequently trail off, unable to bring himself to contradict his mother's hopeful words. Vaner could see the hope in her eyes; her belief that Father would someday come back their family. He would never dare to crush that dream of hers.
But he just couldn't grasp it! How was Father protecting them? Making the love of his life cry couldn't be called 'protection'. All the man was doing was hurting his wife and son even more, driving the pain deeper into their hearts.
This delinquent couldn't possibly be his father. No way in hell. Vaner despised him.
He despised not Revan the hero, but Revan the father.
a bit of drabble on the family life of bastila and revan, and their son vaner. bastila never saw revan again since he left for the unknown regions, so i imagined her family life must've been hard.