35 BBY

Tan'ya walked alongside droids working on Liana temple's construction site, her lip shivering in the planet's morning chill. She surveyed her surroundings, searching for the classroom she was supposed to begin her Jedi training in.

After a few minutes of searching she finally found it, a standard hab-block secluded between two warehouses, kept slightly above ground by a set of duracrete blocks. The word 'classroom' hastily stenciled on the door completed the building's makeshift look. A far cry from the luxurious palace this body was used to... And exactly what she needed to start whipping it into shape.

Finding the door unlocked, she stepped inside, to be welcomed by the same cold that accompanied her outside, as well as the sight of a teenage girl sitting in the middle of the classroom's front row seats.

She was tall and thin, with only a small amount of silver hair on top of her head. Something about the shape of her nose and chin conveyed a strange impression. That and the grayish pale skin indicated she was some kind of alien. She was dressed in brown robes that were pulled tight around her so that only the white sleeves of her shirt were visible. The purple eyeshadow she wore combined with the shortness of her hair and oddly pallid complexion gave her something of a punk rock persona.

The girl looked at Tan'ya, amusement tugging at the corners of her lips. "Hello there."

"Hello." Tan'ya replied, nodding politely at her before pulling the door shut behind her.

On the table in front of the teenager was some kind of flimsy rag, but Tan'ya wasn't tall enough to see what it was about from where she was standing.

"Wanna see?" The girl offered.

Tan'ya nodded.

It turned out to be a small printed out book, with a diagram on it of a lightsaber's internal components. "Do you know what this is?" The teen challenged.

"Of course." Tan'ya's cheeks puffed out as she huffed. "A lightsaber."

The girl smirked. "That's right, and I'm going to make one, just like your father's."

For a moment Tan'ya wanted to know how this girl knew who her father was, but on a small worksite like this it was reasonable to assume everyone would know who she was. After a moment, Tan'ya decided the best thing to do was introduce herself.

"I'm Tan'ya Serenno. Nice to meet you."

"Hello Tan'ya. My name is Asajj Ventress."

After that Tan'ya took a seat, but Asajj seemed to have lost interest in her lightsaber manual at this point. "How old are you?"

"I'll be five soon."

Asajj chuckled at that, but Tan'ya didn't get what the joke was. She was starting to feel a little nervous.

"That's a cool cape. It looks just like your father's." Asajj continued.

"That's how people on Serenno dress." Tan'ya suddenly felt oddly defensive. In her first or second life someone who wore a cape would be bullied relentlessly by their peers, and deservedly so, but it was normal in this galaxy, wasn't it? "I mean, the nobility do."

"It looks fabulous, dear, really it does." Asajj promised her, holding back giggles and not doing a very good job of it.

Tan'ya tugged at the silver threads that clasped the Serennoan cape to her shoulders, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

"Oh, it looks cute, darling." Asajj tittered. "I promise, it's very cute."

That did not make Tan'ya feel better even a little bit. No, now wasn't the time to feel shy. Today her father was going to begin her training to be the next Count of Serenno, beginning where he did in his own career by training as a Jedi.

Tan'ya could not have less interest in hokey old religions, but this force stuff was clearly real, and training in policing and diplomacy did seem useful if she was to keep law and order on Serenno. If she had to play along with some mumbo jumbo to develop foundational skills in telekinesis, well she could do that.

It was also a great chance to impress Father. Once he saw how excellent she was as a Jedi, he was sure to trust Tan'ya with greater responsibilities. So the goals for the day were simple: Be an excellent student.

In her first life Tan'ya had gone through high school and university, and from that she remembered one very simple truth: Always be friendly with your senpai. They had done the same course before you, so they had all sorts of advanced knowledge to soak up. Plus it would never hurt to network with people who were likely to go into the same field of work as you. Connections were essential in the cutthroat world of business.

"So… how has my Father been as a teacher?" Tan'ya tried to take on a conversational tone.

"Hm?" Asajj looked back over at her. "Oh, no. Master Dooku isn't my teacher. My teacher is Jedi Knight Ky Narec."

Ah, Tan'ya thought. So this is homeroom, then? The Temple was so small right now that dividing the students up into separate years was pointless, when the students would be leaving to spend the day with their assigned Jedi. This was just some kind of roll call, to make sure everyone was here.

Tan'ya couldn't help but wonder where everyone else was, though. She kept expecting the door to be opened and a few more students to come through, but nobody did. She waited there for fifteen minutes or so before finally the door swung open with a bang that startled her.

Her father stepped through the door first, followed by two other men that Tan'y didn't immediately recognise. One she might have described as East Asian in her previous lives, but that geographic region had no real equivalent in this galaxy. He had slanted eyes and dark hair with a few grays mixed in, and stood about half a head shorter than her father. His hair was tied in a small topknot, exposing his forehead. The last man through the door appeared caucasian, with blue eyes and brown hair tied back into a ponytail. Interestingly he had tattoos on his face, intersecting lines on his chin and at the sides of his nose.

"Asajj," Dooku addressed her first. "As Master of this Temple I have ascertained that though only in an informal capacity, Jedi Knight Narec has overseen much of your training as a youngling, and you are now ready to begin learning as a padawan. You are ready to craft your own lightsaber."

Asajj looked thrilled, and Tan'ya assumed that such an event had some religious significance. It was good of Tan'ya's father to recognise her equivalent qualifications, especially if she worked hard for them.

"Tan'ya." She straightened in her seat as Father turned his gaze to her. "You are the New Temple's only Youngling. Until we recruit more you will remain Master Sifo-Dyas' sole charge. You will be respectful to him."

It took Tan'ya a moment to understand what exactly he had said. The Master of the Temple had turned away and began to address something when a word fell from Tan'ya lips like a leaden weight. "Father." Everyone in the room turned to her at the same time, and she instinctively shrunk down. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she said in a small voice, "I thought you were going to train me."

Count Dooku regarded her for a moment. "No, I'm to be Master to Padawan Asajj."

"I can continue training with Master Narec." Asajj stood up, scraping her chair on the ground as she did.

"Knight Narec is going to be leading our recruitment efforts, directing the other Jedi knights in finding other force sensitives." Dooku replied to her. "You will be learning from me directly."

"...But Father, if Asajj wants to go with Narec-"

"Master, I've learned so much from Narec-"

"Enough. The decision is made." Dooku cut across both of them firmly, baritone voice cutting through theirs in the tight confines of the room.

Ringing silence hung in the air.

"Master, if I may." Narec spoke up to Dooku. "Perhaps I can explain to them why this is necessary?"

There was a pause, before Dooku inclined his head slightly to the Knight.

Narec turned to the two students. "Asajj, it has been a great honor to teach you until now, and I will always be here for you. This isn't an end to us learning from each other, just time for our relationship to move to a new stage. I will advise you, I will always be happy to see you, but we're Jedi now. Strong attachments are inappropriate. Master Dooku saved us from being stranded on Rattatak, and has taken us in even when the Temple on Coruscant was opposed to it. He is the greatest Jedi I know, and he can teach you more about being a Jedi than I ever could. This is not a punishment, this is a great privilege. You would do well to see it as such."

After a moment Asajj nodded, sitting back down. She didn't look happy with the arrangement, but seemed unwilling to fight it.

Narec then turned to the temple's newest Youngling. He paused for a moment, searching for what to say. "Your father isn't abandoning you, he's doing what's best for you. Your father is a very busy man, constantly traveling, negotiating, and working all the time, but Master Dyas is a great Jedi in his own right, and he will be able to focus all his time on training you. I'm sure this is a shock to you, but you need to be strong if you are to be a Jedi, will that be fine?"

Tan'ya nodded her head, not quite able to bring herself to disagree. It was only natural, right? Father was a busy man, and someone else was perfectly qualified to teach her. There was no need to be upset just because her father didn't have time for her.

…Father didn't have time for her.

A crushing wave of emotion rose up in Tan'ya, and it took every ounce of self control she had not to start crying on the spot. She knew that her stupid, pampered princess body was not happy with being separated from Father. Well, that was too bad. Tan'ya wasn't a stupid child desperately craving her father's love and attention, she was an adult with countless years of experience! She didn't need Dooku for anything!

It wasn't her fault that he was economically illiterate! And it wasn't her fault that he'd rather train some stupid punk teenager than his own daughter! Jealous? Of course! It was perfectly sensible to be upset at some ungrateful girl that didn't even understand what an amazing opportunity she was being given, not when Tan'ya was smarter, had decades of experience in combat and human resources, and was even related to the Count by blood!

Once again, just like in her previous lives she was being pushed aside and ignored in favor of the company, or the Kaiser, or more pointless bloody-

A hand on her shoulder made Tan'ya jump.

She looked to the side and saw Sifo Dyas there alone, knelt down beside her so they were at eye level. The others had left the classroom, leaving her alone with him. It was then that Tan'ya noticed her eyes were blurred, and she blinked, spilling hot tears over her cheeks that she furiously rubbed away.

"Why don't we get something to eat and go for a walk?" He said to her. "Let me show you the New Temple."

Dooku and his new padawan Asajj were crossing the temple grounds together, heading for the Posture when a sense of urgency reached them in the force. They both turned at once and saw Ky Narec jogging towards the two of them.

"Master Dooku, I have to talk to you." Ky Narec said as he came closer. He looked at Asajj. "In private, sorry."

The Count paused for a moment, then turned to Asajj. "Padawan, go see that my ship is prepared for take off."

"Yes, Master." Asajj bowed before walking away.

Once she was out of earshot, Dooku turned to Ky. "What is the issue?"

He shook his head. "Dooku, before I was stranded on Rattatak, I never really had much involvement with children. After I saved Asajj… Well, look I basically raised that girl." He shrugged. "I might not be related to her by blood, but I've had a little more time as a father than you, so I hope it would not be inappropriate for me to offer some advice on children."

"...Go ahead."

"You need to be a lot clearer with Tan'ya. She had no idea that someone else was going to be her teacher, and that alone changed what should have been a fairly simple introduction to… I mean you were in the room. I could feel her heart breaking in real time."

"That was hardly something to cause heartbreak."

"For an adult, no, but for a child?" He shrugged. "Children are delicate."

When Dooku didn't have a counter argument to make, usually he stayed silent lest he sound foolish.

Ky took that as an invitation to continue. "Look, you can still salvage this before it becomes a bigger issue. Instead of rushing off to your next appointment, you can call ahead and explain you've been delayed. Then go to the kitchen, grab a pair of fruit asteroids from the freezer, and sit down for a chat with Tan'ya."

At first Dooku was ready to dismiss him, but then he considered what happened earlier that morning, on the ship. He hadn't meant to upset Tan'ya at all, he'd even been trying to avoid that, but instead she'd run away crying. It was easy being a father when his child was still learning to speak, the only challenging part was getting her to sleep on time. Now Tan'ya was growing up fast, propelled forwards by the force without a doubt. His daughter was becoming more complex, emotionally, and intellectually, and that meant that things wouldn't be as simple as they once were.

"...What should we discuss?" Dooku finally asked.

Ky smiled, obviously pleased with himself in an almost irksome manner. "Don't worry, someone else had to explain everything to me as well. We had some nice neighbors on Rattatak, an old couple who-"

"What should we discuss?" Dooku repeated, firmly.

"Right, so," Ky spoke in the same tone like he hadn't been interrupted, "As a father, you need to give clear boundaries. Rules aren't bad as long as they're fair, and as long as they don't change too fast for them to learn. As they grow up the rules grow in complexity, that's just life, really. Make it clear to Tan'ya what she's not allowed to do, in advance as much as possible.

"Next thing, set goals. Clear, achievable goals that she can work towards with some encouragement. Push her a bit, but not beyond her ability. The only reward she really needs is your approval, but the occasional treat is a good idea.

"Finally, explain why. Your child is trying to learn, help them. A rule like 'look both ways before crossing the street' seems arbitrary, until you explain that you don't want them to get hit by a speeder. They can understand that. If the reasons for your decisions are too complicated, simplify it, and 'because I said so' is always there as a last resort, but if you lean on it too much that's a problem."

Dooku considered his advice for a moment, not really able to see any obvious holes in his method. "Very well."

Apparently very pleased with himself, Ky turned away. "I've got to get to the other Knights now, we've all got big trips ahead of us for the recruitment drive, and we've got some routes to plan out. If you had any other questions?"

"One. Who left the fruit asteroids in the freezer?"

"Oh, I did. It's an easy way to reward the younglings. Help yourself whenever, I brought plenty." He gave a casual wave goodbye in a manner unbefitting of a Jedi and strode away back towards the hab-blocks..

After a moment, Dooku took out his holocom and sent a message to Ventress, telling her to stop the take off preparations. They would be here for a while longer.

After checking where Tan'ya was with the force, Dooku went straight to the New Temple's shared kitchen. As promised, in the freezer were three large boxes of fruit asteroids, covered in colorful soft blue packaging that had a cartoon depiction of a mineral hauler dragging a brightly coloured asteroid on the front. One box, the Kelp Berry Burst flavor, had a Mon Calamari in the pilot's chair, mouth hanging open with eager excitement, and the other box had a small hooded jawa, Black Melon Buzz flavor. The final box of 'Assorted Flavors' had a human pilot with his tongue hanging out. It took Dooku a moment to realize that the black melon and kelp berry flavors were probably Asajj and Ky's favorites.

Not quite sure how to feel about the conduct of his Jedi Knight, Dooku took a Black Melon Buzz for himself, then opened up the box of assorted and grabbed a red one, not sure of what flavor it was, before heading off to intercept his daughter and Sifo.

He approached them just as they came around the corner of the Temple, and Dooku felt a flash of embarrassment as Sifo watched him walk closer with two sugary treats in hand. Thankfully Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas seemed to understand something of the situation, and murmured a few words to Tan'ya before walking away.

The expression on Tan'ya's face as he approached was confused, but hopeful. There was still a little red in her eyes from crying, but her expression brightened when he said to her, "There's a nice place to sit on top of that hill."

It was only a small walk uphill, and there was a visible track of trample dust where others had been before. At the top of it was a long rectangle of porous that had been tilted on its side to make a bench. It hadn't been there when Dooku began construction, only appearing about a month ago… and now that he thought about it, Dooku realized that was shortly after Ky had arrived at the Temple.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Dooku took a seat and after a moment Tan'ya sat next to him. The view of the Temple was nothing special, but the large granite mesa that it was built on wasn't truly visible until you stood a little higher up. The view of Indinor was… well, expansive but with little to see. There were no plants, no oceans, forests or hills. Only off in the distant horizon was another string of granite mesa's that were just barely visible. Briefly Dooku pondered maybe creating an artificial river, just to add a little life to this dead world. It would look nicer.

He turned to look back at his daughter and after a moment offered her the red asteroid. She took it from his hands, and found the tab that said pull here on the side of it. When she did, the seal was broken and there was a hiss of gas as the glassy surface of the treat chemically reacted with the air. Mist poured off of it until just a few seconds later Tan'ya was left with a sweet, powdery little snowball to nibble on, cupped neatly in a wrapper so her hand didn't get sticky.

Remembering the conversation with Ky, Dooku considered for a moment, before deciding to start with goals. Set clear goals. "Tan'ya, do you know what my dream is?" Immediately he felt her mind kick into high gear, whirring with activity and he smiled bemusedly. "It's not a trick question. Once, when I was your age, my dream was to serve the Republic as a Jedi."

Something about his statement made her spike with curiosity, mind buzzing again.

"Dreams… change, Tan'ya. The things you hope for now may not be the same things you will want in ten years." He looked down at her. "Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Now, the thing I want most of all is for you, your Mother, and your brother to be safe. Understand?"

After a moment, Tan'ya nodded. "Yes, Father. I want that too."

"Good." He sighed, thinking of the best way to explain this to her… Simplify, Ky had said. Keep it easy to understand. "Tan'ya, you are very powerful in the force, and were so even from a young age. This is going to draw attention to you." Golden eyes gleamed out from under the jawa's dark hood on his asteroid's wrapper, and Dooku turned it away from himself so he didn't have to see it. "Not only that, but the force can be very dangerous." He looked over at her. "You can hurt yourself and others very easily if you're not careful, which is why I need you to master the Force as quickly as you can."

Tan'ya frowned, but nodded.

"Sifo-Dyas is one of the two men I trust most in the galaxy. He will be your teacher, and you must obey him."

"But why can't I learn from you?" Tan'ya blurted out, starting to rise up. "I- Father, I'm sure Master Sifo-Dyas is a good man, but if you can teach Asajj why can't you teach me?"

"There are two reasons. One is that my work is dangerous, and takes me from one end of the Outer Rim to the other. A padawan isn't just there to learn, but to undertake missions with their master. They face peril, and are expected to fight when the time comes. Daughter, you are simply not ready for that."

Frustration rose inside her, and he could feel her disagreement, but she sat back down with a huff. She took a bite from her asteroid, compressing the powdered snow to ice in her teeth, before swallowing it. After another moment to stew she finally asked, "What's the second reason?"

"...Tan'ya, there are complicated circumstances around your birth. Among them is the fact that as a Jedi, I'm not supposed to be a father. I think this rule is foolish, short sighted, but… It meant that when you were born, I had to make a promise to the Jedi Council on Coruscant." He considered the best way to phrase this, but he knew his daughter would be upset no matter how gentle he tried to be. "Even when you become a Padawan, I cannot be the one who trains you."

Disbelief and shock ran through his daughter, followed by anger and resentment, before settling on sadness and disappointment. Tears sprung into her eyes, and she turned from him to hide her face.

"It's okay to be sad, daughter. Even angry."

"'Mm not sad." Tan'ya sniffled, rubbing at her eyes. "I'm fine."

A sense of pity filled Dooku, and he reached out to grab her shoulder. He pulled her closer, into a small hug, and she buried her face in his side.

She hiccuped. "I understand. I'm not sad." She sniffled, and Dooku felt the wet snot through his shirt.

When he left the Temple five years ago he couldn't imagine doing something like this, let alone tolerating such conduct in someone else, but somehow it felt like the most natural thing in the world to him.

"We must keep our promises, Daughter, even when it hurts us."

"Yes, Father."

"Study hard, obey Sifo-Dyas, and when you have become a Jedi Knight, then we can work together."

"You promise?"

"Yes. I promise."

Tan'ya nodded again, pulling away. Embarrassment flared inside her as she saw the snot dripping out her nose, and she searched in a panic for something to wipe it away on.

"Here." Dooku handed her a silken handkerchief. "Blow your nose."

Projecting a mixture of gratitude and mortification in the Force, Tan'ya quickly snatched it up and cleaned her face. She gave a long blow into it, before folding it up.

She considered for a moment, before she realized something and a ray of hope shone in her mind, "I have one other question."

"Ask it."

"What about Serenno, Father?" She looked up at him, smiling hopefully. "As your heir, one day I will be Countess. When… does my training as your heir begin?"

What about Serenno, indeed. Between his family, creating the New Temple, and forming the political connections he needed for a separatist movement, Dooku was so stretched for time he barely thought of his homeworld as anything other than the place his wife and children were. Much of the work of running the County he delegated to his sister, Jenza. She lived there and was less distracted than he was, especially these days.

He glanced at the unfinished fruit asteroid in her hands, and decided that she needed a better treat than that. Motivating her to work harder and smarter would only be a good thing.

"If you are obedient to Master Sifo-Dyas, and it does not interfere with you learning the ways of the Jedi, I will see if your Aunt can introduce you to some parts of administration. If you do well, and if she's confident you can handle it, she may even find some work for you."

Her bright smile immediately made him feel better about sending a child to look at the planetary government. He had no clue why she would want it, but apparently tedious bureaucracy and endless stacks of worthless reports really excited her.

She hugged him for the second time that night, the fruit asteroid flung away and forgotten as bright red slush in the dust.

Well, it was good to know Ky Narec wasn't right about everything, though his advice had proven useful.

Set achievable goals, provide clear boundaries, give explanations why, and offer treats as a reward. Simple.

Perhaps being a father would be easier than Dooku thought.

Despite her best efforts, the force wasn't something that came easily to Tan'ya, apparently. They'd been trying for a while, and so far Tan'ya hadn't managed even the most rudimentary telekinesis. Disappointed in herself, and not wanting to disappoint her father either, Tan'ya asked Sifo if they couldn't try another approach.

"No. I know you can do this, now stop trying to think of nothing, that's just another way of thinking of something." Master Dyas said to her. "Instead focus on your breathing. Learn to get the rhythm of it correct."

"But breathing is too easy, I don't have to think of it." Tan'ya complained, opening lidded eyes to peek through her eyelashes at her teacher across the classroom.

Sifo's lips twitched up at that, amused. "Close your eyes, I can sense your reactions."

With a sigh, Tan'ya did as instructed. "This meditation stuff seems like nonsense. Sitting there doing nothing achieves exactly that, doing nothing."

"You're not the first to think so, but that's okay. For many Jedi, meditation doesn't come instinctively, but it's useful to know." Sifo murmured gently. "Strong emotions can make it difficult to use the Force. Meditation can help us clear our mind, and focus on what's happening right now."

He had a softly spoken, meditative voice and honestly, it almost made Tan'ya feel like going to sleep.

"No, don't sleep." Sifo said. "You might not remember it, but I met you years ago when you were much smaller."

Now that he mentioned it, Tan'ya did think there was something familiar about the man. "You… were a babysitter."

"That's it, you're remembering… I'm sharing my feelings with you, can you feel them?"

"...I think I can." Tan'ya's mind was racing as she searched for the connection he was talking about, and found a strange, alien feeling of familiarity there. It was similar to what she might feel for Mother or Father, but… different somehow. Like it didn't really belong to her. "Is… that you?"

"Yes, you've found me. Those are my feelings." Sifo said. "And I can feel your mind, too. It's very strange, you're not like other children."

A strange jolt of panic ran through Tan'ya. Was he going to find out about her past? Suddenly it seemed shameful to be a grown man in a child's body.

"No, that's okay, don't panic." Sifo spoke up soothingly. "Just focus on my feelings… That's it, just relax, let go of your worries. In time you'll learn that everyone's feelings are different. They have a uniqueness to them. One day you'll be able to tell people you know apart from the texture of their feelings in the force. There it is, let your frustration melt away. Curiosity is good, but hold your questions, focus on my voice and breathe out."

Tan'ya felt her pulse slow and she drifted back down under his voice.

"Perfect, you're doing great." Sifo reassured her. "Did you know that you've been using the force for years now? Almost from the minute you were born."

Dimly, somehow Tan'ya realized he was right. How she knew that she didn't know, but somehow it was there.

"It's so natural for you, like breathing, that you don't even notice you're doing it. Other children your age are clumsy, they trip over all the time. Not you, you climb to high places and never lose your balance. You use machines that no one taught you how to use, like a datapad, and taught yourself to read and write. Your father told me about it. He told me about those reports you like writing. The force flows through you, and shows you how to do these things."

No it didn't. Tan'ya knew how to do those things as holdovers from her previous life.

"Ah, now I sense doubt. You don't believe me." Sifo smiled. "Okay, let me show you. Let's find the right memory together. Remember when your parents were away, and I was there to take care of you? We ate sweet mince together."

Unbidden, the flavor of dried, shredded fruits appeared on Tan'ya's tongue.

"That's it. Can you hear that sound?"

"...It's raining." The hairs on the back of Tan'ya neck began to rise. "It's raining really hard. It's a storm."

"Exactly." Sifo said. "It was the wet season. And where were we?"

"...In the throne room." Tan'ya chewed the mince and swallowed. "Beneath the stain glass window. The green one with the crest on it."

"And what did you do, Tan'ya?"

"...I opened the window, because I wanted to touch the rain."

"But how could you open the window?' Sifo asked. "It's so big, and you're so small, but you opened it. How did you open it?"

"...I just did." Tan'ya could see it now. The green beams of sunlight broken up by rain, filtering down through the panes. There were small splotches of water in her father's throne room were the rain quickly squeezed through the open window. Her back felt warm, someone was carrying her. "It was too far away, so I just reached out and opened the window."

"How?" Sifo asked. "How did you?"

"With… the Force?"

"That's right." Sifo said. "Right now, in this room. You know where the door is. Open it."

Tan'ya reached out somehow, and felt the ghostly sensation of something that wasn't there brushing against her skin. She raised her hand, reaching out until the cold metal of the door handle was in her palm. There was the sound of metal rattling in its socket, and with her eyes closed Tan'ya closed her fingers and turned her hand.

There was a loud bang and Tan'ya leapt to her feet, shocked out of concentration to find the door frame ripped out of the hab-block. The durasteel had fold lines running through it like spider webs, like a ball of paper someone had crushed up and folded back out again. The whole thing had fallen inwards, flat onto the ground with an ear ringing clap of metal on duracrete.

"Well done!" Sifo clapped. "We're going to have to focus on teaching you control, but well done."

Huh… Maybe this Jedi voodoo crap would be easier to master than Tan'ya thought?