Fenrir's Family Ties
A SWTOR FanFic
By Bentarb Jade Bronze
When Lord Fenrir entered the galley of The Thunder Bird for lunch with Moon-Moon by his side, he found his crew sat at the table, Vette and Captain Malavai were arguing about something while Jaesa was busy reading.
"It is Lord Fenrir's business, not ours," Captain Malavai said, in a tone that suggested this argument had been going for sometime and he was tired of repeating himself.
"What's not?" Lord Fenrir asked, getting his crews attention.
"Me and Jaesa want to ask you something," Vette answered. "But Captain Stuffy-Pants thinks we shouldn't."
"Because, as I have said multiple times now, it's not our business."
"And I never said I wanted to ask," Jaesa added. "I think it would be nice to know, but also accept that Lord Fenrir has a right to his privacy."
"You won't know if I want to keep something private if you don't ask," Lord Fenrir said while moving over to the kitchen counter. "Ask."
"Well, I was thinking," Vette began as Lord Fenrir got out a block of cheese and a knife. "You know about my family, and you met Jaesa's parents, so I figured-"
"Stop," Lord Fenrir interrupted, turning to look at his crew. He knew where this was going, and knew exactly how to answer. "Vette, when we went to deal with Lord Grathan, what happened?"
Vette knotted her eyebrows and said, "We got told about his son and sent to kill him."
"Jaesa, why'd I go to Alderaan?"
"You were sent to find and kill my parents so that I would be shaken by their deaths," Jaesa answered. "Your Master wanted to use the pain of their deaths to force me out of hiding."
"Pattern?"
"Whenever a Sith Lord finds the family of a rival or threat, they target that family for their own gains," Captain Malavai said, piecing together what Lord Fenrir was explaining to them. "So, in order to prevent anyone from using you own family against you, you simply keep all information about them a secret."
"Yes," Lord Fenrir answered, turning back to the counter. Vette however was unhappy with this answer.
"Wait, so you don't trust us?" she asked. "I know you're Sith, and Sith don't really do trust, but-"
"How long can you stand torture?" Lord Fenrir asked inturn without looking away from the cheese he was slicing. "Can you resist mental intrusion? Do you talk when drunk? I trust you won't choose to tell, but I won't risk my family."
"That… okay, that's fair," Vette conceded. "I guess you really care about them, huh."
"Greatly," said Lord Fenrir. The crew went back to eating, Lord Fenrir went back to making his own lunch – a grilled cheese sandwich – and the subject of his family was dropped. Later he sat meditating in his quarters, holding something in his hand. It was a locket he brought with him when he left home for Sith training. A wearable reminder of his Home World, it also held a data chip containing the astrogation data that would lead someone there.
Engraved on the outside of its lid were nine rings around a yellow sphere in its middle. Each ring held a smaller sphere representing a Planet in the system with the yellow sphere marking its sun. As far as he knew, the data it contained wasn't unique to it, merely unknown to most people. And he would prefer to keep it that way. He also didn't want anyone learning that he had a personal connection to the planetary system or any of the people living there. He thought back on the few people who had known of his family and where they lived.
'Four people,' he thought. 'All killed.' He began scratching Moon-Moon with his free hand when the Wolf started nuzzling him as if sensing his melancholy. 'Don't ask again Vette. Don't add yourself to the count.'