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08.25.2012 , 03:09 PM |
I took a shot at "Worst Day Ever". Interestingly enough, I
went with a Trooper.
I haven't actually played all the way through the Trooper storyline, so this is basically the key element of her backstory. No spoilers!
Clarielle Elysra would never forget the day before her fifteenth birthday.
She and her father were in the living room. Alen Elysra was sitting on the sofa, looking through news reports on his datapad, while Clarielle perched on the sofa arm next to him and read over his shoulder.
“Four years since the Treaty, and the economy’s gone straight to hell,” Alen grumbled. “Almost makes one wish for another war.”
Clarielle tilted her head to one side. “Aren’t you glad the war’s over, Dad?”
He glanced over at her and smiled. “I was only joking, Clari. Of course I’m glad the war is over. The Treaty will give the Republic time to recover.”
“But won’t the Empire be able to recover, too?”
Alen shrugged. “Certainly it will. But that’s the thing about the Empire, Clari—while in theory it has a more efficient system, the advantages gained are squandered on infighting.” He reached over and gently hugged her around the shoulders. “You don’t have to grow up in that world, my dearest. Be glad.”
Clari nodded. “Whenever I hear on the HoloNet about what it’s like in the Empire…” She shuddered. “Is it really as horrible as they make it sound?”
“Trust me, you’re happier not knowing.”
“But I want to know!”
Alen shook his head. “I took you away from that place for a reason. I will not expose you to what I faced, even secondhand.”
“Dad, I’m almost fifteen. I can handle it.”
Her father closed his eyes for a long moment, then reopened them with a sigh. “No, Clari. I will not discuss it, and that is final.”
Clari crossed her arms petulantly. Every attempt to broach the subject of Alen’s past always ended like this, and her stepmother was no more forthcoming. “Fine,” she said, trying to sound like a mature adult. Maybe if she didn’t press the issue, he would be in a better mood, and more inclined to share later. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s all right with me.”
Alen frowned. “Watch your a’s.”
“It’s not my fault!” she said indignantly. “You’re the one with the accent! I can’t help it if I pick up on it!”
“We may not be at war any longer, but the last thing you need is people thinking you sound Imperial.”
Alen scowled. “By blood, yes. But you’ve been in the Republic for most of your life, and trying to embrace your roots at this stage is nothing short of ridiculous.”
“I’m sorry, okay?” Clari muttered contritely. She hated it when her father was angry with her.
“No, I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Come here.”
She obediently leaned over for a hug.
“Now,” Alen said, “let’s talk about something else—“
The door chimed.
“I’ll get it!” Clari offered eagerly. She slid off the arm of the couch and trotted over to the door. A glance at the exterior security camera feed revealed the familiar face of her step-grandmother, so she keyed the door open.
Jiara Mahrin stepped inside, followed by two strange men in dark clothing whom Clarielle hadn’t noticed on the camera.
“Alen,” Jiara said coolly. “I need to talk to you.”
Alen set down his datapad. “Is something wrong? You didn’t say you were coming over. Did Sabine call you? Is she all right?”
She shook her head. “Sabine is fine. I’m very sorry about this.”
Clari looked from the visitors to her father, suddenly feeling uneasy.
“Alen Elysra,” Jiara said, “You are under arrest.”
“On what charge?” he demanded.
“You’re an Imperial spy,” one of the men accompanying Jiara said.
Alen rose slowly to his feet. “I should have known,” he said angrily. “The war’s over, so you have to find scapegoats, don’t you? Haul off anyone who doesn’t talk like you?”
“We have evidence,” Jiara said grimly.
“Of course you do!” Alen snapped. “Forged by you and your SIS friends, no doubt. What happened to integrity? Are we or are we not in the Galactic Republic?”
“Believe me, I wish I didn’t have to do this.”
“I’m a defector. I
you. Have you forgotten that?”
“To use your terminology—forged evidence,” the SIS agent who had spoken earlier said.
“You can’t do this!” Alen said hotly. “I’ve been here for fourteen years. I’m a Republic citizen now, I have rights—“
Jiara reached into her jacket and pulled out a datapad, holding it out so he could see the display. Clari couldn’t see what was on it from her position by the door, but it made her father’s eyes widen.
“Didn’t you always say that the worst thing about the Empire is the infighting?” Jiara said thoughtfully. “One of your own people sold you out, Alen—or would you rather I called you Cipher?”
Alen took a deep breath, then another. “So,” he said slowly. “That’s how you want to play it, Agent Mahrin.” He smiled. “It certainly took you long enough.”
Clari covered her hands with her mouth, feeling the blood drain from her face. Her father was—no, it couldn’t be, it
. His voice sounded subtly different, somehow—colder, more emotionless, his accent a touch more pronounced.
“Come peacefully, Alen,” Jiara urged. “You’ve seen what the Empire does. You can help us end this threat once and for all.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why should I?”
One of the SIS agents moved towards where Clari stood frozen by the door. Before she could react, he grabbed her and put a blaster to her head.
“Come with us, or the girl dies,” he threatened.
Jiara rounded on him furiously. “Damn it, Kettrith, you idiot—“
“Don’t,” Alen said softly, biting off each word with icy precision, “You.
. Threaten. My daughter.”
Jiara swore under her breath and reached out to grab Clari as she stumbled away from Kettrith’s corpse. Blood trickled lightly down his face from a neat hole in his forehead.
Alen lowered the blaster that Clari had never realized he carried.
Jiara and the remaining agent drew their own weapons and took up defensive positions. Jiara kept Clari in a secure hold as she said in a level tone, “There was no need to resort to violence.”
Alen shook his head. “Don’t preach platitudes at me, Agent Mahrin. The two of us, we’re professionals. We know how the galaxy works.”
“Give yourself up,” Jiara told him. “You will be treated fairly in accordance with the Treaty of Coruscant.”
“We’re professionals,” Alen repeated. “Don’t be naďve. It doesn’t suit you.”
“It doesn’t have to be like this!”
“Yes, it does,” Alen whispered. He looked at his daughter. “I’m sorry, Clari.” He raised his blaster.
Jiara swore and hugged Clari close to her, pressing the girl’s face into her jacket as a single shot rang out.
Afterward: Clari goes on to join the Republic military out of a desire to prove that she isn't defined by her heritage. Trooper storyline ensues! Unfortunately, I only got Elysra to level 24 before deleting her to make room for another female Sith Warrior...you can see how my priorities work, lol.
So I'm not sure how much more we'll see of her in this thread.
Clarifications of points that might not have been clear:
- Alen Elysra was married to a Republic woman, Sabine Mahrin.
- Jiara Mahrin is Sabine's mother, and an SIS agent.
- Sabine is not Clarielle's biological mother.
- Clarielle's biological mother is Imperial.
- She and Alen divorced prior to his departure from Imperial space on a long-term deep cover mission. He brought his one year old daughter with him for added sympathy, and because he didn't want her to be raised by her mother and turn out like her older sister.
Things that aren't in the story but I'm putting here because I can:
- Clarielle's biological mother was also a Cipher Agent. By the time of this story, she has been dead for quite some time.
- Clarielle has an older sister.
- Said sister never left the Empire.
- Said sister also ended up working for Imperial Intelligence.
- Alen divorced his wife because he found out that she was hiding their oldest daughter's Force-sensitivity from the Sith and didn't want any part in that.
- Clarielle's mother's name was Inarys Serence, and her older sister took Inarys' last name. You may recall the name Vesania Serence from earlier posts...
That's my Inquisitor.
Did I just put spoiler tags inside spoiler tags? I am so cool.
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