Silvi couldn't remember a time she didn't feel her parents' eyes on her. Like a constant, slow smothering. Even when her mother was out there, trying to create the vaccine and other medical advancements, even when her father patted her head and she watched him walk out the door of his apartment to help others, there was always the nanny droid. The security droids. The security detail of the Mandalorians her mother saved. The security detail granted by the ISC. The Jedi. Eyes, so many eyes on her. Perhaps she was lucky the galaxy at large didn't know she was Doctor Ilana Morata's daughter, but there were times she felt its' pressure weighting on her shoulders, pressing down.
Her mother, pushing her to medicine. Keeping her 'safe'. Keeping her controlled. Her father pushing her towards the Rangers. More protection. More layers. Until it felt like she could never be herself; two versions of Silvi. For Ilana, she was the scientific mind, the curious and eager assistant. For Corran, she was the hunting buddy, the friendly voice, the cheerful and grateful civilian. How long was she expected to hold up this mask before it cracked?
It wasn't like her mother understood what it meant to hide behind a mask.
Still, she found solace in her elite school. Others, children of famous people and diplomats, the many greats kids all in classes together. No one knowing who Silvi Velt's parents really were; there were rumors of course. But there was something else that caught her, that made her push herself beyond all her other peers.
Politics.
So close to the Senate, she signed up for every debate club, ran for every role in the student governmental body, worked as an intern in the Senate and often sneaking away from her parents' watchful eyes. There were tricks to it that she adapted effortlessly since she was a small child. Her mother was against it, so adamant in fact the arguments lasted for weeks, with her mother leaving for a meeting on Christophsis with bitter words still hanging in the air.
She wasn't going to follow her mother's footsteps, however. She didn't know what made her mother so cold, but it always seemed like the weight on her shoulders was too much for even Silvi to lift; so she would run away, and make her own life. Away from all the eyes that watched in the dark. She would make her own light.
The MC vessel was bound for Naboo. Her parents thought she would stop there as part of her internship in her mother's company, before going to Belasco for their University of Sciences, but they were wrong.
She would become a Senator one day, and outshine them all. But first, she wanted to have a little fun. And a festival was the perfect way to melt into the crowd for good. Let her parents' eyes try to find her now.
Her mother, pushing her to medicine. Keeping her 'safe'. Keeping her controlled. Her father pushing her towards the Rangers. More protection. More layers. Until it felt like she could never be herself; two versions of Silvi. For Ilana, she was the scientific mind, the curious and eager assistant. For Corran, she was the hunting buddy, the friendly voice, the cheerful and grateful civilian. How long was she expected to hold up this mask before it cracked?
It wasn't like her mother understood what it meant to hide behind a mask.
Still, she found solace in her elite school. Others, children of famous people and diplomats, the many greats kids all in classes together. No one knowing who Silvi Velt's parents really were; there were rumors of course. But there was something else that caught her, that made her push herself beyond all her other peers.
Politics.
So close to the Senate, she signed up for every debate club, ran for every role in the student governmental body, worked as an intern in the Senate and often sneaking away from her parents' watchful eyes. There were tricks to it that she adapted effortlessly since she was a small child. Her mother was against it, so adamant in fact the arguments lasted for weeks, with her mother leaving for a meeting on Christophsis with bitter words still hanging in the air.
She wasn't going to follow her mother's footsteps, however. She didn't know what made her mother so cold, but it always seemed like the weight on her shoulders was too much for even Silvi to lift; so she would run away, and make her own life. Away from all the eyes that watched in the dark. She would make her own light.
The MC vessel was bound for Naboo. Her parents thought she would stop there as part of her internship in her mother's company, before going to Belasco for their University of Sciences, but they were wrong.
She would become a Senator one day, and outshine them all. But first, she wanted to have a little fun. And a festival was the perfect way to melt into the crowd for good. Let her parents' eyes try to find her now.