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12.15.2012 , 08:17 PM |
Prompt: Night of the Living Prompt: Bad Memories
Characters: Xerxes (Human Sith Warrior) and Vette
It was a long shuttle ride to Dromund Kaas, even without the detour of intercepting a Republic transport and capturing a traitor. Truthfully, Xerxes was exhausted. He had not slept in two days with the Trials on Korriban and his first battle with the Republic occurring simultaneously and he knew that when he reported to Darth Baras on Dromund Kaas, he would be put straight to work. Thus, he was meditating, regaining his strength and channeling his passions.
"Hey, Sith. I'm curious," came a cheerful voice near him and Xerxes glanced in the direction of a Ruthian Twi'lek, Vette. Darth Baras' "gift" to him. She was.... a welcome distraction to tell the truth. He had removed her slave collar when they arrived at Vaikan Spacedock as a reward for her services on Korriban. Unlike many Sith, Xerxes disliked slavery. How could a Sith, who sought ultimate liberation through the power of the Force according to the Sith Code enslave others. He knew better than to voice this. To show weakness was to invite death. Currently, she was lounging on the bed meant for him while he sat cross-legged on the floor.
"What is it, Vette?" he asked.
"You must have had parents, right? Big Daddy Sith and Mommy Sith hooking up a power coupling and making you. Where are they now? How do they feel about you working for Baras?" she asked curiously.
Xerxes' first instinct was to raise his hand and grip her neck with the Force, but he refrained from it. There was no honor in that. Instead, he spoke calmly.
"They are not at a liberty to say anything. They are dead."
"Oh... I'm sorry.... What happened?" she asked awkwardly.
"My Mother learned that my Father was planning on casting her aside to marry a Pureblood Sith and breed a stronger heir. Naturally, she sent me to kill him since he would not expect myself to be a threat."
"That's... messed up. What happened?"
"I hesitated and my father found out just as my mother entered the room. She called me useless and they dueled. I grew upset and unleashed a wave of Force energy at the climax of the battle. They were both killed and I was found amidst the rubble. I was then sent to the Dromund Kaas Sith Academy. I was five at the time."
"Don't be," he said, waving his hand, "The emotional turmoil gave me strength. The anger and grief fueled me and I dominated my age group. It also taught me a valuable lesson. People would use you for their own ends."
"So you lived with the anger and grief?" she asked. Her violet eyes met his blue ones. She was looking at him strangely. He felt... pity.
"Don't be sorry for me!" he snarled, "Anger and hate are the only way. Domination is the way of the Sith."
"You freed me," she told him. She refused to break his gaze and he snorted.
"You'd be more useful a grateful servant than a frightened slave."
"No. There is good in you. You uncollared me and you spared the captain. You took the Imperial defector alive," she stated. His face was close to hers now, but she stood her ground. He clenched his fists.
"The captain had the capacity to question orders that would lead to a waste of lives and resources. The defector had valuable information," he stated coldly.
"You valued people's lives. Your past doesn't have to define you."
"I gain strength through my anger..."
"What about love?" she interrupted him.
"What about it? It's weak. It weakened me as a child. Passion fuels the Force. You wouldn't understand," he told her angrily.
"Hey! I'm no Sith, but I remember my mother. She loved me and my sister. And that allowed her to keep us alive for years when she could have just sold us both for her benefit," Vette challenged. Xerxes clenched his fists.
"It's not. You said people use others, but my mom gave me and my sister everything. Tell me she should have sold us." she told him. She refused to look away and he resisted the urge to. He stared at her for a full minute before, finally, he stood up.
"We've landed. Come," he said shortly. They both stood up and she followed him as he moved to exit the room and it seemed like the discussion was over.
"I'm sorry. For your loss. You were good to me. I don't want you reliving that every time we have to fight."
He said nothing. He sensed the truth in her words, but he didn't want to acknowledge it. As they walked, he felt a wetness slide down his tattooed cheek. It was sweat, he decided. He had long since trained himself never to cry again.
What did you think? I always wondered why the Sith Warrior, who is presumably of a long noble Sith bloodline, never mentioned or interacted with any family. I hope Vette isn't OOC. It seemed to me that once she was on a subject, she wouldn't let up on it. I think that was implied in-game when Quinn mentions her annoying him.