Week 9: Defiance
(LEGACY comics – Morrigan Corde)
Necklace
Stupidest damned thing she'd ever heard of. What the kriff was that fool boy thinking to go charging into the Sith Temple alone? Morrigan picked up the "necklace" that was actually a holoprojector and fastened it around her neck. It was just like something her late husband would have done. Too stubborn for his own good, that man. Like father, like son.
She'd read the reports of the Sith attack on Ossus. It was that defiance that had gotten Cade's father killed.
Well, it stopped now. There would be no father-son repetition this time. Not if she could help it.
Earrings
Ear pieces would have been less conspicuous, but they didn't allow for photographic documentation and she needed every advantage she could get. The facial discs would blend into the black and red tattoos painted on her face to a certain extent, but she doubted any Sith used them. All the more reason to keep the hood of her black cloak pulled forward as she walked boldly into the Temple. Luck was with her. The Archive was guarded by a lone Adept who died silently after retrieving the floor plans for her perusal. She clicked the comm discs and started recording.
Watch
She would liked to have cursed the Jedi for the dogma that had driven her away from Kol and Cade. She would have cursed Kol's "friends" for abandoning Cade to pirates. She would gladly curse the Sith for sinking their talons into her son. But, in the end, she couldn't curse any of them because they had been there when she hadn't.
She had no regrets. She'd made her choices and lived with them every day. Cade could blow his life on drugs and booze and women and she'd live her life apart.
But she would not watch him fall.
Belt
Who said clothes don't make the woman.
Tossing her belt and boots into the closet, Morrigan shimmied out of her green jumpsuit, grabbing a bottle of black hair dye on the way to the shower. A quick hair and eye color change followed by dark makeup and red nail polish all wrapped up in an Imperial uniform...
and "Nyna Calixte" would meet her paramour, Moff Veed, for breakfast that morning. He would eat, discuss his meeting with "Morrigan Corde" – leaving out the part where he'd propositioned her - and he'd be none the wiser.
Men. They really were that easy.
Ring
She'd never worn it, but Kol had given her a ring on their wedding day. A silly, sentimental gesture, but he was like that sometimes. Maybe it was one of the things she'd liked about him. Maybe she'd even loved him.
The other men...
They were what they were and she lost no sleep over them.
Kol had been her first, though. He'd given her more than he should have and she'd broken his heart in return.
Closing the drawer that hid the untarnished ring, she squared her shoulders and headed for the door.
Time to go save their son.
