The three of us fight for our own reasons. Screamer fights for some odd reason, the odd reason partially being he must be the center of everything and anything. Father fights because he's a man with a temper; gruff and crude and sarcastic. I fight with them because… because our Jedi brother's dead, and that's when everything started going wrong. It's like those Jedi put a curse on us all. Because we're nothing but dysfunctional. Because I disappoint.

Well, it's going to end. It's ending real soon.

You can get guns off the street. So I got one. Told the curious street guy it was for safety. Well, if terrorists attack it'll be for safety. But otherwise it's around because it's nice to have around.

I knew it would end the night Screamer started screaming really bad. An out of control whirlwind of accusation, ignorance, and lies. Then Father adds his own accusations, ignorance, and lies. Then it's a hurricane.

I'm out of the phase where I yell. I've started deep thinking instead. I think about them. The galaxy has gone mad, I say to myself over and over. Then I listen to them, shrieking on. Scream screams about anything that comes to his mind… including Bruck.

Mentions of Bruck so soon after their Coruscant visit set Father off, and he's yapping about Jedi and someone named Obi-Wan and the Screamer in general. Screamer screams on.

Hurt him. He's your son; give him some good painful discipline. Hurt him before he hurts you.

My name is mentioned, but I don't know what it's about. I'm fingering the gun. The street guy taught me how to use it.

"You're best off dead!" says Father.

Yes, aren't we all best off dead? Wouldn't have to go through life if we were already dead.

Nothing's shaky as I load the gun. Only my head can't think right. It's jumpy and thoughts skitter all over the place. I go down the steps.

"You're the ones who are yelling!" says Screamer.

I squeeze my eyes shut, holding up the gun. "And we're the ones best dead."

ooooo

Yeah; not what I expected either. It sucks. But I wanted to get something up. The end.