The Euphony, 2 years ago
"Father?" Nadia rushed to her father's side, hands shaking. "Father, we've come to save you. Get up!"
Ursulina's throat was tight. She had hoped that Tobas Grell would come back safe and sound, like she had brought Laranna Fain back to her father Duras as a teenager. But she could sense it was too late. She placed a hand on Nadia's shoulder. "Nadia…I'm sorry but…"
"No! This isn't possible! This can't be happening!"
There was a Sith on board the ship, and he had been observing the two women. "Senator Grell didn't take kindly to my questioning. Funny."
"Funny?!" Ursulina was not amused. "What is your name, Sith?"
"Name? I had a name, once. But I gazed too far into the abyss, and the bright lights and scalpel took my name. Now, I serve as Stark."
Nadia's usually bright eyes sparked with anger. She rushed at her father's killer, mouth trembling. "You? You did this! Something like you shouldn't outlive my father!"
The Sith attacked the women. Ursulina's white dualsaber moved defensively, and soon Stark was on the floor, his end nearing.
Nadia's teeth were clenched, her own dualsaber aimed to strike.
Ursulina didn't know what she was dealing with. She didn't know her parents. She only knew that she was an orphan, and that Yuon Par and Syo Bakarn were the closest thing she had to parents. But she could sense Nadia's pain. "Nadia, I know you're suffering. But you can't let it get to you. A Jedi has to bring justice, not vengeance."
"You don't understand! My people won't understand if I don't kill him!"
"I understand, Nadia. But he has already lost the battle." Ursulina looked at Stark, and he had passed. "Your father has received justice."
"I–" Nadia stopped herself, swallowing her tears. "Please help me carry Father back to the ship. I can't lift him myself."
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Oricon
Brontes admired her handiwork in the mirror. Her new wings would surely ensure victory over the incoming attack on the fortress. Her jet black hair was limp and unwashed, lacking its usual sheen. Her orange eyes showed anger, hate and fear as she stroked the new appendages.
This was Styrak's fault. Damn him for running off, leaving her and the others alone. She kept replaying sensing his death in her mind, how he left a hole in the union, and an empty space in her bed. Whenever he appeared in her mind, she would rant and scream at him, usually causing Raptus to rant and scream at her, which lead to Calphayus lecturing both of them and ensuing more chaos in their fortress. If she ever did see Styrak again, she would give him due punishment for the pain he caused.
And her daughter, Ursulina. It was bad enough that she was a Jedi, and the Barsen'thor and a Council member, no less. But now she was one of the leaders of the upcoming assault against the Masters, and daring to defy her mother? She, too, needed punishment.
You don't have to hurt yourself. Brontes looked up through angry tears, seeing Ursulina in the mirror. She had Brontes' mouth and forehead, but Styrak's eyes, and the reminder cut her mother deep.
You! You're causing your own mother pain!
I don't want to hurt you. But I must protect the Republic and the galaxy.
All Jedi wish to kill the Sith! We have been at war for centuries!
It doesn't have to be this way, and you know it.
Like hell I would ever be a Jedi!
Mother, let me help you.
Brontes screamed at the vision and destroyed the mirror with the Force. She was at wits end, and it was unbearable.