Pillars made of Glass

[Serie Fond]

Iktotch. 0936 standard time.

Serie was alone again. She didn't want to be, but in her heart she knew she was. She had left Callen and Nar shadaa behind, and on doing so, further isolated herself from everyone in the galaxy. She knew she needed to be alone however, as her thoughts grew more and more dangerous everyday. The anger she felt after being betrayed numerous times by the Sith was starting to get to her, and she couldn't even think about anything else anymore. She saw the faces of the ones who were supposed to be trustworthy, friends or family, they all had betrayed her in the end.

All she had ever done was try to survive, to stay alive admits Jedi and bounty hunters trying to kill her and steal what she had worked so hard to build for herself. If that wasn't enough, she had to contend with even more Sith than the aforementioned groups continuously trying to kill her than before. She knew why too. They were jealous. Jealous of her, her spotlight, her beauty, whatever their reasons, they all were determined to see her dead. It was in this realization that she discovered something. The Jedi only ever attacked her because of who she was, or at least, who she identified as. The Sith on the other hand, had trifling reasons in comparison. At least she thought so anyways. In the end that was what led her to Iktotch. It was the reason she was looking for the one person who might be able to answer her questions, and unfortanetly, she had many. She didn't know if she was crazy or not for even attempting such a thing, but she at least had to try. Their reunion last time had been far too brief afterall. Standing at a point on the planet where the light side was so strong it almost sickened her, she figured it had to be the best place for it right?

Kneeling on the ground, she opened herself up to the force, but unlike how she usually did. Instead of commanding it and bending it to her will, she communed with it, listened to it, and waited for it to tell her what to do. Maybe she was crazy, or maybe, it was the most sane thing she had done in a long time. For now she tried to push all other thoughts away, and slowly, fell into trance.

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[The Storyteller]

"Who are you?"

The Force spoke to Serie through the connection she had created. In opening herself up to the Light, she had allowed it to present itself to her and it had sensed her.

Sensed her Darkness.

The voice carried on the wind surrounding her, whispering into her ears at the same time it roared from a distance. It was both near and far and it was both a singular voice and a combination of voices.

But the sound was familiar, identifiable, as that of the mother of Serie Fond.

"The Force bade me present myself to someone I knew... to my daughter..."

The voice is ethereal but it is plain to hear the note of hope in it... before it is replaced by bitterness.

"But I feel only a Dark, disgusting, presence... what have you done to my little girl, abomination?"

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