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09.24.2012 , 07:19 PM |
Parenthood. No spoilers. NOT set in the same universe as "Afterimages".
Kaas City, Dromund Kaas
“Stop complaining,” the girl said contemptuously.
The boy she was addressing folded his arms across his chest and glared at her. “I still say it’s not fair.”
“You know the rules, Adaris. You go to Korriban at sixteen and not before.”
Adaris scowled. “I don’t want to wait.”
“You’re just jealous that I get to go before you,” the girl smirked.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if you’d stop rubbing it in my face,” Adaris grumbled.
“You started this!”
“I’m not stupid, Narithia. You’re the one who came in here acting like you’d just been crowned Empress.”
Narithia clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “That’s borderline treason.”
“See if I care!”
“You should care, little brother.”
“Half-brother,” Adaris retorted. “I don’t want to be associated any closer to you than I have to.”
“Well, don’t get snippy with me,” Narithia said sharply. “It’s hardly my fault that our mother is a tramp.”
“Don’t call her that!”
Narithia rolled her eyes. “Don’t bother standing up for her.”
“You shouldn’t say those things about her,” Adaris said stubbornly.
“It’s not as if she won’t own up to it if you mention it.”
“Why would you do that?”
“She brought it up first.”
“I refuse to believe that!”
“Then you’re naïve,” Narithia sighed.
“I am not!”
“You’re fifteen years old and you have the worldview of a gundark.”
“I’m not like a gundark!”
“You sure act like one sometimes.”
“I’ll gundark you!” Adaris cried, charging at her.
Narithia stepped out of the way with practiced ease, then sent him sprawling to the floor with a sweep of the Force. She dusted off her hands and tucked a stray wisp of blonde hair behind her ear. “Gundark.”
Adaris scrambled to his feet. “Just you wait until I get my hands on a lightsaber,” he growled. “Then I’ll show you.”
“I’ll have one before you,” Narithia pointed out.
“Yeah, but—um—that doesn’t matter!”
Narithia shook her head. “You’re an idiot.”
“And you’re a *****, so it evens out,” Adaris muttered.
“What did you just call me?” Narithia asked dangerously.
Adaris met her gray-eyed glare with an identical one of his own. “I called you a *****, because you are.”
Narithia raised a hand towards him, energy crackling around her fingertips. “You’re going to regret that.”
“Narithia Serence!” a stern voice rang out.
The two teenagers turned guiltily towards where their mother stood in the doorway.
“Now you’re in for it,” Adaris said softly.
Darth Nox regarded her children, shaking her head. “Narithia, what have I told you about using Force lightning on your brother?”
“Don’t do it if I might get caught,” Narithia said promptly
“Exactly,” Nox said. “Next time, use more discretion.” She turned to her son. “Adaris, I suggest investing in some subtlety if you ever want to have a hope of getting the better of your sister.”
Adaris shifted his feet uncomfortably. “Um. I’ll try.”
“Good,” Nox purred. “You’re both very powerful, and I’m very proud of you. However, power means nothing unless you can control it. Remember that.”
“Yes, Mother,” they chorused.
“Narithia, I’m leaving for Korriban at 1100 tomorrow. You’ll be in the hangar if you want to get there before your next birthday.”
“Oh, I’ll be there,” Narithia said eagerly.
“Such enthusiasm,” Nox said fondly. “I remember when I was your age…”
“You were a deadly killing machine. Yes, we’ve heard,” Narithia muttered.
Nox chuckled. “All right, I won’t bore you with my reminiscence.” She paused for a moment. “The Wrath is coming to talk to me before I go.” She paused again, giving Adaris a significant look. “She’s bringing her daughters.”
Adaris cringed. “The Wrath’s daughters are crazier than Narithia.”
“Thanks ever so much,” Narithia murmured dryly. She perked up. “Ivraetha is sixteen this year. Is she going to Korriban too?”
Nox nodded. “I believe so. No doubt the two of you will dominate the other acolytes utterly.”
Narithia frowned. “She’d better stay out of my way.”
“That goes for you too,” Nox said sternly. “I don’t want the Wrath coming after me because you killed her daughter. Be discrete, if you really must act.”
“Of course I will,” Narithia said haughtily.
Nox smiled. “Good girl.”
There's always lightning.