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02.23.2013 , 11:48 PM |
Prompt: NotLP - Family
Feat. Xania and Xareen'alay
This is set somewhat into the future when Xania meets her real mother.
Xania entered the makeshift meditation chamber. It was impressive, she thought, that such a room could have been carved out of the ice: it was nothing more than a domed structure to the untrained eye but she could feel the presence of the Force hanging in the air, coating the smooth surfaces like a blanket. The outside cold did not penetrate this deeply, seemingly kept at bay by an unseen hand and she felt strangely calm.
Something was calling to her from the depths of the darkest reaches of her mind, asking her to be here, wanting her to see. She had felt this presence before, during her meditation. The feeling was nothing more that a speck of dust falling on her skin, at first. With time, it became stronger, first like a whisper, then the whisper became louder until it tugged at her mind, wanting her to take a leap and discover the source of such interference within herself.
She stood still for a while, oblivious to her surroundings, focusing on that same whisper that had guided her in this place. Her eyes were open but she was not using them, letting her inner sight guide her deeper within the cavern, following the icy corridors as if following a thread left behind by whoever wanted her here.
She stopped. Could it have been a trap? It seemed all too easy, but why would someone lure her so far out on such inhospitable planet just to kill her, with no one to witness such act? Not a Sith. No, she thought, a Sith wanting to take her place would have wanted her demise to be as public as possible just to gloat and show the council who was stronger.
'Could it be...'
she mused. A jedi? Why would a jedi want her here? And who was this jedi? She smiled, looking forward to the coming battle for she would not allow a jedi to simply lure her here and not consider the consequences.
'I'll play along, jedi, for a while longer'
Entering a smaller chamber, Xania heard that very familiar whisper once more and she let her eyes focus on the source: an older woman was looking at her. She was wearing heavy robes the color of a rainy sky, her hands folded within the large sleeves. She just stood there with a look of determination yet, she seemed burdened by something unseen. Xania met her gaze and, for a few moments, they both stood motionless, in silence.
“I hope you have a good reason for this, jedi” Xania said, breaking the silence, spitting out the last word.
“There is no need for conflict, Xania” the older woman replied, calmly.
'How does she know my name? Who is she?'
Xania was surprised to hear her interlocutor pronounce her name. Surprised and annoyed. Who was this woman who was using her name so easily?
“I do not know who you are and I do not care. All I need to know is why you have been so bold as to ask me to come here”
“The fact that you have not yet drawn your lightsaber means that there might be still hope for you yet.”
“Do not test my patience, jedi. I have not yet attacked you because I do value knowledge and you may provide answers. That is the only reason why you are still alive.” Xania was intrigued by such character and she decided to play a deadly game of hunter and hunted. However, who was the hunter had yet to be determined.
The jedi turned away from Xania as she started to pace slowly around the room. “There are not many ways to say this but, I believe you need to know who you are and where you come from.” she said.
“Oh, good. I'm in for a history lesson and the topic is me? This should be interesting” Xania replied, almost mockingly.
“You were the daughter of a merchant and were raised on Dantooine”, the jedi continued “Later, when you were almost six-teen, the freighter in which you and your family were travelling was captured by pirates and you were sold into slavery.”
'She knows much. Why do the jedi keep such information?'
“Eventually, you found the Force. Or, more likely, you learned that it was within you from the very beginning. And thus, after freeing yourself, you were brought to Korriban where you learned how to be a Sith.”
“This is all very interesting” said Xania “But have you considered telling me something I do not already know? If you wanted to confirm such events, I am sure that your jedi council would have been able to answer any questions you may have.”
“I am not finished”
The commanding tone of the jedi's voice took Xania by surprise. But what surprised her the most, was the ever so slight tinge appearing as she heard the jedi council mentioned. It had been present for but a moment and it tasted so very familiar to a Sith; it tasted of anger. Xania decided to let the woman speak.
“What you may not know, is the identity of your real parents.” continued the jedi “Your Force sensitivity comes from them”
“Well, it had to come from somewhere. Parents, the environment, the suns of Tatooine. It does not matter. All that matters is that I have it and...”
“...and that you are going to use it to climb the ladder of your Sith empire till nothing opposes you.” the jedi sighed “Sith are so predictable.”
“Because the jedis are not?” asked Xania with a sneer
“Would you believe me if I told you that I once had a daughter who was taken from me by the very council I once respected?”
“And why should I care?”
The jedi now faced Xania, took a deep breath, and, without hesitation, she replied “Because that daughter is now standing in front of me”
Silence fell, heavy, uncomfortable. Xania did not want to care but, somehow, such revelation had caught her by surprise and, what was the most appalling for her, was not knowing how to strike back which in turn, was helpful as she felt angry at her own weakness. And her anger shook her, forcing her to lash out.
“And you truly expect me to believe this? A complete stranger that plays with the Force suddenly tells me that she is my real mother and that I should believe it?” her anger becoming stronger, she wanted to punish her for such an affront.
“I do not expect you to believe me. I am only asking that you search for the truth. You have the life that you have lived and now you have another version of it. I can only tell you what I know to be true”
“Enough!!” Xania shouted and her voice was followed by a crackling of energy that erupted from her outstretched fingers, illuminating the chamber in a blueish light. But her outburst was brushed aside as the jedi simply lifted a hand in front of herself, absorbing the attack. And, just as it started, is was over.
“Do not simply lash out at everything and everyone, Xania. Pain is not erased in such manner.”
“Do not presume to teach me about pain, jedi” Xania replied through gritted teeth “nor should you presume to know anything about me” Her anger was peaking. She was angry at such presumption and yet there was something holding her from striking back, just as she had done many times before. There was something about this jedi that was unsettling.
“I would have wanted to know you more than anything but such knowledge was denied to me.” she said calmly, her voice was peaceful, with an almost soothing tone to it “Maybe it was also my fault for I should have fought harder. Maybe I should have just lashed out.” she paused “Maybe, one day, you will realise that jedi are not so predictable, after all. Go now, for I am sure you have more important things to do than to stand in an icy cavern talking to a foolish old woman.” Having said that, she simply turned away from the younger Sith.
Xania spun around and walked outside the chamber and into the maze of corridors leading outside. Something had stopped her from mustering her strength and she felt almost ashamed because of it.
As she walked outside, the bitterly cold winds assaulted her body but she paid no notice.
She was seething.