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06.16.2012 , 04:51 PM |
Umm... confessions part 2!!!!
Pierce cannot be denied!
Assume anything I write has SW spoilers
part 1 is here
“So,” Amilla said, taking a sip of a Corellian Sunset, the first drink she had ever had with her father. They sat in the corner of a nearly empty cantina, it would be morning soon, not that night and day were ever any different on Dromund Kaas. “The Wrath.” She widened her eyes.
“Hunh.” Pierce acknowledge around a mug of Andoan Ale.
“She’s very beautiful.” She said innocently.
“You should find someone! She really seemed to care about you.” Amilla insisted.
“I’m a married man.” Pierce replied with a smile.
Amilla was silent for a moment. She had not seen her father in person since her grandfather's funeral when she was thirteen. Truthfully, she had only seen him a handful of times. He should feel like a stranger, but he never did. She knew he loved her and was fiercely proud of her, but she was an adult now and she wanted answers and she may never get another chance. “Mother told me everything.” She said finally.
“Everything?” he said raising an eyebrow.
“She said she never loved you. That you were only married because of me. That you ruined her life and she was divorcing you now that grandfather was dead.” She looked him in the eyes to see if he would lie to her. As far as she knew, he never had. He would omit the truth, but never lie. He nodded acknowledging everything with a single gesture.
“When did she tell you that?”
“Just after the funeral. I saw her talking to you. I knew you both did your best to pretend when I was younger, but I saw her face when she walked away, I… she really hates you doesn’t she?” Amilla blurted out the last part. She looked away staring into her cup instead.
“That was years ago, you should have said something.”
“Would you have told me about it?” She asked, challenge in her eyes.
“Not so much because you were so young, but we could have talked about it.” He said meeting her gaze.
“Will you tell me now?” she asked quietly.
He sighed and signaled for another ale. He sat for a moment gathering his thoughts. “Your grandfather, Moff Tristan,” he began, “was a strict man, an old fashioned man. He’d have disowned your mother if she had a child out of wedlock. Can’t say he was pleased to have a low-born son-in-law but it was better than disgracing his only daughter. And he was head-over-heels for you.” He paused chucking her under the chin. She smiled despite herself. “Unfortunately, he didn’t believe in divorce either so your mother was stuck with me. Can’t say you two would have lived so well on my salary.”
“So why didn’t you divorce after grandfather died? Mother said she was going to.”
“Moff Tristan’s will.” Pierce said shortly, “Old man said if she got divorced after he passed he’d cut her inheritance in half. Since that would mean no Academy for you, I refused to sign.” Amilla’s eyes widened.
“Is that everything?” she asked carefully.
“No, it’s not.” He said truthfully. “But, Mynock…” he said calling her by her childhood nickname. “I don’t want you to hate your mother. You’re at the age where things are difficult between you two, and it’s not been easy for her.”
“But I do hate her!” she said tears leaking from her eyes despite her best efforts. “I do! She ruined your life! I… You... I saw your medical records and mothers! You’re not my real father!” she said covering her face her shoulders shook. She waited for questions, waited for him to get angry, waited for rejection, instead he pulled her to him, chair and all, and wrapped her in his arms. They sat that way for a few minutes until her sobs finally subsided.
“I know.” He said finally. She gasped, pushing away to stare up at him. She opened her mouth for a barrage of questions but he silenced her with a shake of his head. “I was never with your mother, I was sent to kill her.” He smiled at little at her stunned expression. He continued, “I never met the officer that got her pregnant. From what I heard, he was handsome and educated, one of those rising stars with an eye for promotion. Apparently, tying himself to your mother and a child wasn’t part of his plans. Neither was angering her father. So, orders come down sending a raw recruit to take out an enemy spy outpost. A simple demolition job, blow the place up, and all the ‘enemies’ inside. Fate would have it that recruit wasn’t going to blow up a building without doing some recon first. Finds your mother waiting inside for her ‘love’ to run away with her. Would’ve looked like your mother was consorting with the enemy, Moff Tristan would’ve covered it up.” He snorted with disgust. “Then he would’ve killed the recruit who did the demo.” He added.
“What did you do?” she asked mesmerized by the tale.
“I told her to wait outside while I blew up the building.” He grinned at the memory then his smile faded. “She told me what happened; she looked so lost and broken. I offered to marry her.”
“Just like that? Are you crazy?” She exclaimed hitting his arm.
He shrugged grinning, “Seemed like the right thing to do at the time. And she was very pretty.” He wagged his eyebrows. “I was just a kid, had no idea what I was getting into or who her father really was. But, she was desperate and agreed. We got a priest and a notary and made it official. And for three years while I was stationed there, I got to watch my Mynock grow.” He ruffled her hair.
“Then what happened?”
“Moff Tristan did his best at first, but he could tell I wasn’t cut out for high command. My next posting was in a hot zone. So was every posting after that. Not that I minded, turned out its what I’m best at. I came back when I could to see you, but, I was never welcome.” He concluded and took a sip of his ale.
“But, why does mother hate you?” Amilla asked, bewildered now that she knew the story. “You saved her! You didn’t have to do anything but she says you ruined her life!”
“I refused to die.” He said darkly. “It’s no coincidence I landed in hot zones. Son-in-law of a Moff doesn’t get that kind of post by accident. If I died she could’ve collected my benefits, found someone else.” He shrugged. “Then I ended up in black-ops and the Moff had no control over where I went.”
“Is that why you hate Moffs and high command and smooth talking officers?” she asked thinking back to her father’s attitude about the Imperial structure.
“There’re a lot of reasons to hate them.”
“Did you… kill... my…” she faltered, “biological father?” she asked in a small voice.
He smiled, “Why should I kill him? I got his girl.”
“But she hates you.” She whispered.
He pulled her close planting a kiss on her forehead. “Not that one.”
Thank you everyone for tolerating my Pierce obsession