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09.08.2012 , 11:24 PM |
. Ayang and Meyali (and Zash).
My mother lived in an apartment in a Jedi compound, some distance from the Temple on Tython. I'd only been there a few times, but she kept it sparse and clean, with plenty of light shining through the windows. So it was a shock to see it dark and dirty, her belongings strewn about haphazardly.
"Mom." I peered into the darkness, but she didn't answer.
She was sitting across the room, on the floor, meditating. Her hair flowed, loose, over her back, and her eyes were closed. She looked deep in concentration. Part of me felt sorry for her. Snatches of the message I had recieved came back to me:
Regret to inform you...mind has been compromised...Council has recommended removal from the Jedi Order indefinitely...relocating to retirement complex on Alderaan.
I had wanted this, hadn't I? It's what I'd always thought she deserved: to be kicked out of her Order. But not like this. Even I could agree this wasn't really her fault.
"I didn't know if you would come," my mother said, her voice startling me a little. It seemed sadder, almost pitiful.
"I heard about what happened," I said, kicking at a cracked datapad on the floor. "Don't really understand it, but..." My voice trailed off; I couldn't think of anything to say to her. What did you tell someone who suddenly had to share their body with an enemy?
Sorry, get well soon!
"Where is your child?"
"At home. She's a couple weeks old, I don't want to bring her out yet." It was an improvement, at least, that my mother acted interested in her granddaughter. "She does have a name, you know. Areca."
"That is not a Mirialan name," my mother said, sounding annoyed.
"Well, suck it up," I said. I took a few steps closer to her, picking up some of the trash on her floor and tossing it aside. "Mom, you have to get ready to move. They want you out of here."
She didn't respond. It was like she was trying to grow roots, so that her Order would be forced to let her stay. I went over to her and knelt in front of her, trying to look her in the eyes. "Mom. Please. This is important. You have to go."
She finally opened them and looked at me, and there was something new in her expression. She reached out a hand and touched my face, more gently and tenderly than she ever had before. When she spoke, it wasn't her voice.
"You're not what I expected," she said. "What a lovely girl you are. Such a shame..." Her voice trailed off, and she shook her head a little. I stayed completely frozen, terrified. This must be the Sith woman that was sharing my mother's body - and didn't Sith usually kill people?
"Such a shame Meyali hates you," she finished, and in one smooth motion she stood up. I stayed there on the floor, absorbing what she had said. Sure, Sith were liars, but...to actually hear someone say, "Your mother hates you" was something else entirely.
She looked back at me and gave me a smile. "Your mother will come around. I've been trying to convince her. We will go away, and together we will look for more knowledge. Once she accepts me, we'll be a fantastic, amazing team. She really is a wonderfully brilliant woman."
There was something utterly terrifying about this...the idea that someone like my mother, whose mind had always been ruled by her ego, was going to be part of a "team" with some power-hungry Sith spirit...it was like a recipe for an explosive disaster. I should say something, tell someone.
But I could remember too clearly the way it had felt when she touched my face. All my life I had craved a mother's love, and I'd finally had my first taste of it, even if it was a lie. And I didn't want to lose it.
With a flourish, she opened up the curtains. Light flooded the room.
Zash/Meyali OTP, oops I think I'm starting to ship it.
Latula // Elaeys // Raima // Jaea // Macara // Meulin // Damarra // Kanaaya
"We will snatch purpose from the jaws of futility...are you ready to wreak some havoc?"