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08.20.2012 , 08:46 AM |
What if, Mitka had been born force sensitive. Mitka is my Sith Pureblood trooper.
is her origins story.
Quinn entered his eldest daughter dorm room, she was hunched over a datapad reading, absorbed in her current task. Her lightsaber was within fingers distance from her hand, hard earned, unlike Jedi, Sith took their weapons. Malavai recognized the saber, after all it had once belonged to his wife, Quinn had never seen Ardyth so proud in defeat, and had handed over the promised prize happily.
“Did you really have to cut off his ears?” Quinn leaned over and kissed Mitka’s cheek. Without looking she handed her father a cooler with two ear stubs.
“I preserved them for you, so you can reattach them.” She gave her father her best innocent smile.
“That’s not the point, Mitka.” Quinn gripped the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. Raising two full blooded sith children, while an honor was exhausting. The sibling rivalry was staggering, and had only intensified once Marek had arrived at the academy.
“I warned him not to challenge me, but he insisted, I would have looked weak if I had not done to him, what I have done to all my challengers.” Mitka pouted, young and indignant. “At least I didn’t feed the stubs to the klor slugs.”
“He’s your brother Mitka.” Quinn said exasperated.
“No more disfiguring family!” He said sternly, doing his best to resist the hurt look on his daughters face. She had a way of melting him with a look, and as such he had indulged her terribly growing up, despite Ardyths many protests.
“Fine” She crossed her arms and slouched. “Is mother here?”
“She’s in a meeting with the Dark Council, I took the liberty of visiting my children, she should be out soon, come walk with me.” He held out his arm, Mitka attached her saber to her belt then looped her hand into the crook of her father’s arm. They walked the halls of the Korriban academy until they stood in front of the great elevator flanked by Imperial guard, waiting for them was Ardyth and Marek with two large bandages over his ears. He heard Mitka snicker and gave her a disapproving look, she giggled anyways.
“I’M GOING TO CUT THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE!” Marek yelled, if only because he couldn’t hear anything.
“I’d like to see you try little brother!”
Ardyth looked from her children to Quinn, who simply shook his head and held up the cooler. Ardyth strode over and put her arms around her husband.
“You’re the one who wanted two darling.” She lifted her face to his, and Quinn obliged her with a quick chaste kiss, after so many years of marriage it was the most Quinn would do in a public forum.
“I’ll go re-attach his ears.” Quinn grabbed his fourteen year old sons arm and led him back to the med bay, cooler in hands, behind him he could still hear Mitka laughing, even now as a teenager, the sound was pure music to his ears, he suppressed a smile and turned his attention to his second child, Marek. Sith are positively insane he thought to himself for what felt like the millionth time.
Just wanted to give credit to Bright_Ephemera for giving me the idea of what would a Sith teenager be like. I was thinking of Rylon when I wrote this, and part of this alternate reality has Mitka writing his name surrounded by hearts.
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