Location: The Mysterious Planet of Mortis. An ethereal realm outside of normal space and time.
"Father!" She angrily screamed out the title, like a million other snotty nosed girls had done, a million other times before.
At nearly the same time, a deeper voice roared out in a more sinister tone: "Father!"
The father let out an impatient sigh.
He had been expecting this confrontation. He knew his measures had been drastic. But what choice did he have? They had left him no choice.
And then, they were there before him.
"What have you done, father?" The daughter asked accusingly
"You were the one responsible for this whole Anzati mess aren't you?Explain yourself! Now! The son, demanded!
"No! Both of you, explain yourselves!" The father bit back in righteous indignation
"That's right!" He said with a knowing grin.
"You!" He said, pointing at the daughter.
"You, have been gathering those who call upon the bright side of the force!"
"And you!" The father said, turning his attention to the Son. "You have been doing the same with those who call upon the dark!"
Caught off guard by the Father's counter accusations, The Daughter and The Son hesitated.
The father seized the momentum and continued.
"Don't you see the folly of your chosen path?
No! Of course you don't. You both are of single mind and purpose.
If you insist on dividing the galaxy between the Dark and the Bright, then you force my hand!
"So, you let the Anzati loose upon the galaxy?"
The daughter asked in a horrified tone.
The son began to clap his hands in a slow sardonic manner: "Well played father! I didn't realize you had such a dark streak!" He said, gleefully
"ENOUGH!" the father shouted in a voice that resembled thunder over the sea.
This was replaced by a deafening silence. Silence was a beautiful thing to the father. It meant balance, it meant control. As difficult and as stubborn as his children were, they still deferred to his superior will and power. This was good. This was vital to keep their obsessiveness in check.
He shuddered to think about what would happen if he lost that edge.CHAOS! DESTRUCTION! IMBALANCE!
"I make no apology for what I've done! If you Insist on playing with force sensitive mortals like toys and pitting them against each other for your own selfish ends, then you leave me no choice. Yes! It was I who provided the Anzati with Hyperdrive technology!"
He said with a dire seriousness.
"Father! With the ability to leave their own system, they are going to kill billions! They could set back galactic civilization another hundred thousand years!"
The daughter replied pleadingly.
"Maybe by then, you will have learned restraint! Maybe by then you will have gained an ounce of respect for the..."
The father's rebuke was interrupted as he collapsed to his knees while letting out a horrible scream. He was not alone. To either side of him, the Som and Daughter writhed on the floor.
This was far beyond the relatively simple experience of common pain or utter agony. The force, the very fabric of their being had been pulverized, scattered and then reassembled.
The stone courtyard they were standing in, likewise, warped and dissolved only to reappear again in its previous state.
The Father, Son and Daughter, the entire planet was a physical manifestation of the force. It was all a living symbol of its will, of its function. Some great disturbance had rocked the force, down to its very foundation.
Upon regaining her composure, the Daughter gasped out: "What... was that?"
The Son looked to the father and asked: "What does this mean?"
The father remained silent for a long moment before speaking: "A great divergence has emerged! We must uncover it's true nature!"
The Son and Daughter, simultaneously nodded their heads in agreement with that statement, while silently nurturing the fantasy of this new divergence coming under their own control; an ultimate tool of the light and dark, respectively.
Little did they realize, the Father also had secret designs involving this new divergence...