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"...she would've loved you." He said, a smile slowly forming on the older man's lips. "You're b-brave, kind, strong-- everything she c-could've ever wanted in a son, or g-grandson." Claudias declared, patting his own nephew's shoulder. "You c-care about your family-- not j-just when it's convenient, but when it's d-difficult. You're f-fighting to give your nephew an education and l-life he would've never had without your help."

It was genuine praise from the diplomat, and he meant every word of what he said. Tristodd wasn't perfect, no man was, but he embodied so many of the virtues he'd seen abandoned by his peers. His genuinely empathy for their people and determination to do what he believed was right made him a better man than most he'd met.

Tristodd's next question brought out a chuckle, and he replied, "Why w-would she?" As he turned to his nephew again. "She b-broke every s-social consideration or constraint expected of her when she m-married my grandfather. To her, it didn't matter whether someone was highborn or low, human or al- err, nonhuman, a man or a woman." He said, before pausing. "Though... she probably would've hoped that you'd eventually have children. She d-did like teasing me about how I'd marry a p-pretty girl and give her lots of g-great grandchildren." The older politician explained. As tolerant as his grandmother was, she was still a grandmother.

"But she w-would doubtless love Amaya and Izaya, as you do." He said smiling a little. Truth be told, Claudias hadn't known his grandmother all that personally. He'd only met her once, for a few hours, and that had been it. Everything else he'd gathered from first or secondhand accounts of servants, their testimony fueling the backbone of his research. There were contradictions-- some said she had seduced his grandfather in some scheme with her own father, others said it was his grandfather who pursued her. There were even disputes on how long they had known each other-- some accounts suggested the girl was already grown when she and her grandfather had met, while others said she had first met the young Laeonas when they were barely teenagers.

But there was no question about her character. Everyone said she was kind and understanding. That when she rose from a common Morellian girl to become the lady Tannaras, she had been openhanded and just in the management of their household. She had spent every waking moment doting on his father after his birth, nursing him herself. There were ofcourse the rumors of constant infidelity and queer alien rituals practiced in the dark, mostly fueled by her love of "Foreign dress" and her very public flirting with her husband and frequent bawdy jokes.

No doubt there was some jealousy that motivated such gossip. Other noblemen and women who'd had to abide by tradition and marry strangers for political purposes would've been invited to parties, gallas and pantomime performances in which they'd watch the young lord and lady Tannaras laugh, kiss and tease one another, in a happy marriage which they had chosen. The knowledge that the two of them loved each other and were satisfied with each other was one that would embitter their colleagues, trapped in political contracts their parents had signed for them.

He was interrupted from his musings by his nephew, with a question that left him confused. "...excuse me?" Claudias asked squinting. "I b-believe I misheard you, my boy. Did you say that you were... f-force sensitive?"




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Hear his uncle say how his great grandmother would have loved him, made Tristodd smile. Sometimes he doubted if his parents really loved him, or even his brother. They seemed to threaten them as mere pawns in their game of maintaining the family's legacy.

He laughed when his uncle said that she liked to talk about having grandchildren. The more he knew about her, the more Tristodd lamented that she had passed away. If his great-grandmother was really how Claudias was describing her, then she would have been a good companion and confident.

Yes, Force sensitive. There was some time that I discovered it. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t find a good opportunity. I couldn’t do it with my parents around, you know how my father hates them.” while he had found freedom since he started to work with the ISCRA, Tristodd still feared the judgment of his parents. “Do you think that it’s bad?

Their conversation would continue until they reached the building where Anna lived. Now they only needed to pick her and travel to Chandrilla. He wondered if she had convinced Maura to go with her. At least this way she would have some company. While he promised to visit, the young Brentioch couldn’t do it all the time.

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Perhaps the older man sold himself short when it came to his age-- he'd thought that his hearing was playing tricks on him, but like his mind it was as sharp as ever. The quizzical look on his face slowly twisted to one of stern regard as he heard his nephew's explanation. Finally, he asked Claudias what he thought. He took a moment to contemplate his answer, blue eyes turned to the floor, before he let out a sigh.

"Th-there are a multitude of things a f-father has a right to judge his son on." Claudias began. "Whether he applies h-himself to his st-st... acad-demics. Wh-whether or not he a-Aaacts with v-virtue. Whether or not h-he does his d-d-duty to his family. It is a f-father's prerogative to j-judge his son as he s-sees fit." Claudias declared.

"B-but he ought n-not to judge a s-son based off things which are n-not in his control." He'd add. It was a lesson he'd told himself every night in his youth, clinging to it so he could maintain some semblance of self worth. "Neither should an unc-cle. You may as well have asked if I th-thought it was bad that you h-had brown hair, instead of r-red." Claudias joked, before smiling at the younger man. "As f-far as I'm concerned, nothing's ch-changed. You h-haven't stopped being my nephew, s-simply because I've learned something imm-muta-b-ble that I d-didn't know before." Claudias declared, placing a hand on Tristodd's shoulder, beaming at him.

"I c-can understand your f-father's dislike-- the S-Sith and the J-Jedi's war has brought b-back conflict where there was once p-peace. B-but you are n-neither a Sith, nor a Jedi. You are T-Tristodd Brentioch-- y-you are your f-father's son, my s-sister's son, my n-nephew. Nothing will ch-change that." He reassured him.

"...and sh-should your f-father ever come to know, which I promise you, he will not, you will a-always have me to turn to." He said. "I h-have no sons of my own as of late. Adoption c-certainly isn't unprecedented in our f-family's history. D-did I ever tell you of the l-lady Irana, who c-cloned herself and ad-dopted the c-clone as her d-daughter and heir?" He said, before shaking his head. "Bah, I d-distract us. We o-ought to head to our destination."




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Thank you, uncle.” Tristodd loved how Claudias always was capable of calming him. While he still believed that Caledan would still judge him for being Force sensitive, knowing that his uncle wasn’t going to do that and that he also didn’t mind him being this way was tranquilizing.

Sometimes I wish that you were my father instead.” he confessed the wish that he had since his father hit him for the first time. Tristodd had so much in common with Claudias, both were outcasts inside their own families. At least he was lucky enough to have the other as an uncle. He didn’t know what would have happened with him if he didn’t have the rock that was his uncle to hold during the stormy moments of his life.

When they arrived at the building, Tristodd helped his uncle leave the speeder. Together, the two would walk toward Anna’s apartment. The place had remained the same decrypt thing from early, with the young Brentioch avoiding to look at the strange people that stared at them.

Even if Anna had decided to stay in Brentaal, I would never allow her to live in a place like this one. No child deserves to live in this pigsty.” he whispered to Claudias, not wanting the people to listen. “I would be a monster if I allowed my nephew to stay here.” he wondered how the politicians of Brentaal could live in comfortable palaces while their electors were forced to stay in these places. Something needed to change.

Stopping in front of Anna’s apartment, Tristodd would knock at the door and wait for her to open it. If everything went right, she would be waiting for them with her luggage prepared. then they would only need to go to the spaceport where a private ship would take them to Chandrila.

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A smile graced the older man's lips as Tristodd thanked him. "I'm s-simply sp-speaking my mind, nephew. Any m-man would." Claudias tried his best to brush the compliment aside, even though he knew from experience that having someone to listen to you was a rare and valuable thing.

What came next surprised him a little, and it shown on his face, but as his lip quivered and his eyes closed, there was no hiding the Brentaalan's true feelings. "...you ought n-not to say such th-things, nephew." he lied, saying what he believed, even if in his heart he wanted to embrace him, embrace his words. "You... you are a B-brentioch. S-son of L-Lord Caledan Brentioch. You should be p-proud of your heritage." Claud said with a forced smile, pursing his lips together.

Whatever words came next, their flight to the apartment seemed shorter than it had the last time, despite it being a longer distance. As t(he)y hobbled up the stairs, Claud found everything especially disgusting-- the graffiti on the walls, the stickiness of the railing, the smell of alcohol, mold, excrement and... things he couldn't properly describe.

Nothing dissoriented him as much as his nephew's next words however. The word "nephew" rung in his hears like a bell. Monster bore down on him, and he felt his legs giving way, but he gripped the railing tighter. Saura appeared in his mind, young and old, old and young. His brother, now and then, and another one. A boy, yet a man, not quite either. His hair as black as pitch, skin as pale as china.

And his eyes. Sharp eyes, cold eyes-- cold, but burning with a fire that could swallow the galaxy in the black.

He recognized them as much as he recognized the hair or the skin or the shoulders or the smile. The eyes didn't belong to the boy's mother, or to the boy's father.

They belonged to his.

That was when he collapsed.




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I understand, uncle. I’ll not say that again.” he said, not wanting to make Claudias more nervous. However, Tristodd would happily give up his surname if he could have a more loving family. Perhaps such a thing wasn’t made for the nobles, who were doomed to live following a bunch of ridiculous rules that were invented by themselves.

To reach Anna’s apartment, the two were forced to climb several stairs. The elevator has continued out of service since the last time that they came here. Tristodd did the best that he could to soften the effort for his uncle, giving the older man some help to move. However, Claudias would continue getting tired with it.

At some point, Tristodd had noticed that Claudias seemed to be disoriented. “Uncle, are you fine?” he asked, but the diplomat didn’t answer him. Believing that the other was only too tired, the young man decided to continue walking toward Anna’s apartment. After they entered, his uncle would be able to rest.

Didn’t take much time for Anna to open the door. Her belly was already very apparent, showing that a child was growing here. Before he could greet her, Tristodd noticed that Claudias was strange. “Uncle?” he asked, but the only answer that he received was the man collapsing on the floor. He entered in panic, crouching next to the diplomat in an attempt to help the man get up.

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As the door would open, Anna would smile, though there was a bit of nervousness in her expression. "Thank you so much for coming, Mr. Brentioch!" She said, before giving him a confused look. "...is your uncle not..." She muttered, before glancing to the side and spotting the older man. "Ah," she began, raising a hand-- and that was when Claudias stumbled. "Mr. Tannaras?!" She exclaimed, and she would quickly join Tristodd by the older man's side.

"Sir, are you alright?! Should I call a doctor?!" She questioned, eyes wide as the older man lay there, mumbling to himself. Promptly, Anna would check the man's pulse, and her face would turn pale. "We need to get him inside," she said, grabbing the man's legs. She seemed not to be all that concerned about her being so heavily pregnant and doing something so strenuous. "Oi! Kark's all this?!" A voice would call.

Turning, the two would see a trio-- two young, pale humans with dark hair, and a taller looking tiefling with navy blue skin. "Tha kriff are you prissy shites doin' so far from yer palace?" The human girl asked, flashing a grin which revealed a mouth full of teeth stained by death stick usage. "Seems they're lost-- Ai think we oughta 'elp 'em, don'tcha?" The other human asked, glancing over at the tiefling. "Ayy... fer a fee, o'course."

"O'course, o'course! We've gotta pay fer 'elp down 'ere, incase tha lot of ya weren't aware." The girl said in a sing song voice, lips twitching from a grin to a look of disdain and back. "Keep away." Anna piped up, her gaze fixed on the three gangsters. There was a tremble in her voice as she said it, but as the human girl's gaze fell on her, she didn't relent, turning to face her.

"'Scuse me?" She asked, eyes narrowing. "Ai don't take orders from barbaroi slags." She hissed, which prompted a look between the human man and the tiefling. "Barda," the tiefling whispered, before gesturing at Anna. He called attention to her clothes-- the lack of silks or any indication that she was highborn. More importantly, Barda took note of her belly, swollen with child. The human man's eyes widened slightly, and he glanced back down at her.

"Ya said it was just tha two of 'em-- didn't mention a girl with a babe." He whispered. "Ayy, thought it was just tha pophrois. She ain't got much from tha look of it." The tiefling added. "When did tha both of ya get so soft?!" Barda hissed, glancing up at the taller human. "I get Mehmed goin' yellow, but you? Kriff's it matter, she's makin' pattsies with tha old one-- prolly 'is bastard in 'er belly!" She said, before slowly reaching into her jacket.

"We don't steal from pregnant chicks, Barda." The other human declared. "We shouldn't even be 'ere. If tha raak found out we were robbin' a pair of rich pophrois 'e wouldn't care, but this? A pregnant lass, under 'is protection? We'd be startin' a war."

"Only if 'e finds out." Barda whispered, slowly drawing a shiv. "Ya ain't gonna tell 'im... are ya?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. The taller human stared down at her, and for a moment it seemed like they might come to blows, the boy's hand hovering over a pocket in his own jacket as well. But, eventually, his gaze turned away, and his hand fell. "Attaboy." She said, seeming to genuinely smile, before glancing back at the tiefling. "Don't get any ideas." She declared, before turning back to face them.

"So-"

"Put an 'and on 'em and Ai'll see tha three of ya strung up from a post."


The familiar voice cut through the beginning of the human girl's monologue, and she turned sharply, a snarl on her lips as she spotted Saura, standing in the threshold of the stairwell opposite down the hallway. She was wearing plain clothes, hands in her jacket pockets. "And 'o tha kriff gave you tha mind th'at this is yer-" she began, before her eyes lit up in recognition.

"...ah." She said, a grin slowly spreading across her lips. "If it ain't tha lady crow! Bow yer 'eads lads, yer lookin' at tha bed-slag of a lord!" She mocked, a cruel snicker escaping her lips. As a light, nervous chuckle escaped the tiefling's lips, Saura's expression remained completely calm, even if her lips twitched slightly.

"Does yer raak give a yes ta'costin' pregnant mothers? Ai knew th'at fat waste passin' fer a man was sick, but even tha 'ungriest Kath 'ound won't eat it's own pups." She said, cocking her head. "It ain't yer concern, slag. Turn around and we might keep ya dark on what yer insides look laike." The human man spat.

"Sure, sure. Go ahead, rob tha three of 'em, break their legs, whatever. Ai'll turn around, and walk raight ta tha raak." She said, before slowly grinning. "'Ow long d'ya think you'll last before yer eatin' yer own tongues? A day?" She asked, cocking her head back. Barda and her older brother's faces turned pale, but their expressions slowly twisted in rage as Saura began to laugh.

"Go a'head, sow. Make mae day-- mae fuckin' week. Rough up those two rich fucks-- Ai'll get a kick out'v it. Than Ai'll let mae raak know ya 'costed a party with a pregnant lass under 'is protection. Nothin' laike watchin' wastes of laife laike tha lot've ya swingin' from a post. Better than a 'uttball match." She said, pursing her lips.

Barda's expression, twisted in rage, slowly began to relax, fear seeming to pull her back. Slowly, she dropped her hand, and the shiv clacked to the floor. She stood for a moment, before looking up at Saura again. Her own expression was calm now, seeming to be waiting.

Than, in a flash, Barda reached down, grabbing for the blaster in her pocket--

--and than three bolts fired from across the room, one landing in the girl's abdomen, the next in her chest, and the third between her eyes. The girl's body hit the ground with a thud as smoke peered out from the holes in Saura's jacket, where her own blaster pistol had been stashed. For a moment, Phokas, barder's younger brother, stood still, eyes wide, unsure of what was happening. Than, his face twisted in rage.

Ducking to his side, the man pulled out his blaster, dodging the shots that flew through the air. Anna let out a scream as she through herself to the floor, and Mehmed hit the deck as well. Phokas drew his blaster and fired a couple of bolts, but Saura slammed herself against the flimsy door of one of the condemned apartments, hitting the ground with a thud. Shots fired through the threshold of the doorway, and the woman, eyes wide, retreated behind a run down counter.

"YA KRIFFIN' WHORE!" He screeched, blindly firing inside, tears streaming down his face. "POPHROIS BED-SOW!" He shouted, walking closer as he shot at random. Saura fired back, and the man threw himself against the wall, firing again before a shot knicked him in the thigh. The man screamed, but he continued firing until a shot hit him in the stomach. Gasping, the man's blaster fell from his hand as he began bleeding profusely, falling to his side.

Scrambling out, Saura walked into the hallway, eyes wide, hands trembling. "GET THA FUCK OUT!" She screamed at the tiefling, pointing at the dying man. "Get 'im to a doctor and GET OUT!" She screeched at him. The terrified alien did as commanded, grabbing the barely breathing human boy and dragging him down the flight of stairs.

"YOU!" She shouted at the human boy, still pointing her blaster, before she slowly put it back in her pocket. In spite of the display of bravado, it was obvious the woman was distraught over what she'd just done. "Grab Claud!" She shouted, before turning to Anna. "Grab whatever matters ta ya-- we gotta leave NOW."




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Tistodd was grateful when Anna moved to help him. His uncle was too heavy for him to move alone. “Be careful, you are still pregnant.” he said to his brother’s lover, while the two grabed one of Claudias’ limbs. With her holding the man’s legs, the young Brentioch held his arms and prepared to enter her apartment.

However, before they could do it, a group of strange individuals approached them. While Tristodd could barely understand what they were saying, he was certain that they were up for nothing good. “Look, we don’t want problems. I can pay 2,000 crowns for you all, if you let us go.” he said, sounding more patient than someone in his condition should be. After being kidnaped by a Hutt, a bunch of street thugs don’t become terrifying.

In the end, his offer of money wasn’t necessary. Saura had arrived and single handedly defeated all of them. Both Anna and Tristodd stared at the scene, neither having thought that the woman was capable of doing something like that. He watched the Tiefling carrying the man away, still without believing in what happened.

Saura’s screams woke him up from his surprise. “Yes, we need to leave.” he said, before turning to look at Anna. “Go grab everything that you are going to need. Saura, can you help me with my uncle? It will take the two of us to carry him down the stairs?” he asked, while his brother’s lover entered her apartment.

It wouldn’t take much time for Anna to reappear, now carrying her luggage. They would only need to go down the stairs and enter the speeder that was waiting for them. Then, the five would be able to reach the spaceport.

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