Post by Lissa on Jun 5, 2007 17:21:44 GMT -5
Fury didn't even begin to describe it.
How dare that little prick collapse a building on top of him and Murra Tekal and have the fucking gall to live!, she thought to herself. She grumbled under her breath as she stared out the viewport. Of course, she'd known he wasn't dead... Since re-touching with the Force on Ossus while she'd been pregnant, she'd begun to steadily sense him more clearly. He lived. He didn't exactly prosper, but he lived... Now he was out for vengeance.
How long would it be before he came after her? How long before he found out that her children lived? That is, if he didn't know already. Who knew what kind of scoundrels he'd recruited into his employ in the past months before starting on this Tekal annihilation binge of his... Leato had managed to permanently insinuate himself onto Leiyn's shitlist over all these things. She'd let go of her anger towards Orin, but Leato... Well, that was another story, wasn't it?
She might be okay with the fact that he was alive if he hadn't tried to kill her. Hadn't stabbed her in the back, hadn't kidnapped her, hadn't given her to slavers to handle her with gentle fucking care who raped and impregnated her... And then! Then! had the audacity to try and take her-- and her children!-- for himself. The seed of Dar, he had called it. Her children. Fucking seeds! It pissed her off so badly that she couldn't hardly see straight. And keeping her concentration when that mad-- being blind in one eye already-- was a notorious task indeed.
She sighed, forcing herself to relax. She ran a hand through her shoulder length white hair, then tucked it behind her ears. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. It wasn't meditation, but it helped. When she opened her eyes again, she could see again, at least. It was an improvement... Not much of one. She turned slightly, propping her feet up on the co-pilot's chair and leaned back. She wondered when, exactly, she'd gotten comfortable with flying. She'd never wanted to be pilot when Orin had been around and hadn't actually done it solo until after the twins had been born...
Maybe it was Kabe. He'd made her fly the Legacy's Beginning and Vendetta's Brother enough to make sure she actually knew how to fly... Maybe it was the fact that she'd grown to finally be independent and-- for the most part-- not angry with herself. Angry with others, most certainly. She was not one to forgive easily... She held grudges. She admitted that much. Quite often she and Kabe had discussed Force philosophy in debate. She tended to play the antagonist, as always. Everytime she got reflective on the past, she couldn't help but wonder what had made her such a submissive child to her parents' will and to Orin's will. Merely, she didn't want to be alone... But why? What made being alone so bad?
She couldn't understand it... Since escaping Ord Mantell, she'd become a brash young woman with little to no scruples about what she said or how she said it. Murra's death she had taken especially hard. It was only Kabe who kept her from feeling forlorn and without hope, who kept her from terminating the pregnancy as the physicians had wanted to do. She didn't want those kids. She didn't want to be a murderer, either... In the end, he had convinced her to keep them until she had a family she approved of to give them to. A family who would love and cherish the identical twin boys... The boys who had their father's black hair and her gray eyes. The boys who looked just like their father, whose face would haunt her to her grave.
She had found that loving couple on Bimmisaari. The twins were only a couple of weeks old when the adoptive parents had come to complete the paperwork and finalize the adoption... Leiyn had promised to live on Bimmisaari or a neighboring planet so she could come at the drop of a hat in the event of an emergency... The adoptive parents knew her full history, why she didn't want to keep them... But in her own way, Leiyn loved them. They were hers. They were her only remaining relatives, her only flesh and blood. Maybe, in time, she would bring herself to look upon them without feeling her heart fill with hatred and remorse. Maybe, in time, she could forgive them-- even though it was not their fault-- that they looked like their father. She had promised to protect them, if it was within her ability to protect them. One of the many reasons she was now en route to Corellia...
She had a personal vendetta to fulfill... But it wasn't just for her. It was for herself, for her children, for Murra, and the other Tekals she'd never known. Hell, even for Kabe... And most of all, she was doing it to face down the one thing she feared more than anything else... Herself. With Leato gone, maybe-- just maybe-- she could heal those wounds he'd dealt to her. She wanted forgiveness. She wanted to love again-- and not from a distance as she did with the twins. She wanted to make Orin's name right again. Leato soiled all that had been good in the Dar name. It was her chance-- possibly her only chance-- to make things right between her and her late relatives.
Perhaps... After Leato was gone... She could finally make good on the promise she'd made to Orin. To become a Jedi again, to uphold the Dar legacy. It was something she wanted to do, but currently did not have the self-discipline. It was time that she needed. It was time-- and only time-- that healed all wounds, but did not make the aches go away.
She had a parasite to catch and kill.
How dare that little prick collapse a building on top of him and Murra Tekal and have the fucking gall to live!, she thought to herself. She grumbled under her breath as she stared out the viewport. Of course, she'd known he wasn't dead... Since re-touching with the Force on Ossus while she'd been pregnant, she'd begun to steadily sense him more clearly. He lived. He didn't exactly prosper, but he lived... Now he was out for vengeance.
How long would it be before he came after her? How long before he found out that her children lived? That is, if he didn't know already. Who knew what kind of scoundrels he'd recruited into his employ in the past months before starting on this Tekal annihilation binge of his... Leato had managed to permanently insinuate himself onto Leiyn's shitlist over all these things. She'd let go of her anger towards Orin, but Leato... Well, that was another story, wasn't it?
She might be okay with the fact that he was alive if he hadn't tried to kill her. Hadn't stabbed her in the back, hadn't kidnapped her, hadn't given her to slavers to handle her with gentle fucking care who raped and impregnated her... And then! Then! had the audacity to try and take her-- and her children!-- for himself. The seed of Dar, he had called it. Her children. Fucking seeds! It pissed her off so badly that she couldn't hardly see straight. And keeping her concentration when that mad-- being blind in one eye already-- was a notorious task indeed.
She sighed, forcing herself to relax. She ran a hand through her shoulder length white hair, then tucked it behind her ears. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. It wasn't meditation, but it helped. When she opened her eyes again, she could see again, at least. It was an improvement... Not much of one. She turned slightly, propping her feet up on the co-pilot's chair and leaned back. She wondered when, exactly, she'd gotten comfortable with flying. She'd never wanted to be pilot when Orin had been around and hadn't actually done it solo until after the twins had been born...
Maybe it was Kabe. He'd made her fly the Legacy's Beginning and Vendetta's Brother enough to make sure she actually knew how to fly... Maybe it was the fact that she'd grown to finally be independent and-- for the most part-- not angry with herself. Angry with others, most certainly. She was not one to forgive easily... She held grudges. She admitted that much. Quite often she and Kabe had discussed Force philosophy in debate. She tended to play the antagonist, as always. Everytime she got reflective on the past, she couldn't help but wonder what had made her such a submissive child to her parents' will and to Orin's will. Merely, she didn't want to be alone... But why? What made being alone so bad?
She couldn't understand it... Since escaping Ord Mantell, she'd become a brash young woman with little to no scruples about what she said or how she said it. Murra's death she had taken especially hard. It was only Kabe who kept her from feeling forlorn and without hope, who kept her from terminating the pregnancy as the physicians had wanted to do. She didn't want those kids. She didn't want to be a murderer, either... In the end, he had convinced her to keep them until she had a family she approved of to give them to. A family who would love and cherish the identical twin boys... The boys who had their father's black hair and her gray eyes. The boys who looked just like their father, whose face would haunt her to her grave.
She had found that loving couple on Bimmisaari. The twins were only a couple of weeks old when the adoptive parents had come to complete the paperwork and finalize the adoption... Leiyn had promised to live on Bimmisaari or a neighboring planet so she could come at the drop of a hat in the event of an emergency... The adoptive parents knew her full history, why she didn't want to keep them... But in her own way, Leiyn loved them. They were hers. They were her only remaining relatives, her only flesh and blood. Maybe, in time, she would bring herself to look upon them without feeling her heart fill with hatred and remorse. Maybe, in time, she could forgive them-- even though it was not their fault-- that they looked like their father. She had promised to protect them, if it was within her ability to protect them. One of the many reasons she was now en route to Corellia...
She had a personal vendetta to fulfill... But it wasn't just for her. It was for herself, for her children, for Murra, and the other Tekals she'd never known. Hell, even for Kabe... And most of all, she was doing it to face down the one thing she feared more than anything else... Herself. With Leato gone, maybe-- just maybe-- she could heal those wounds he'd dealt to her. She wanted forgiveness. She wanted to love again-- and not from a distance as she did with the twins. She wanted to make Orin's name right again. Leato soiled all that had been good in the Dar name. It was her chance-- possibly her only chance-- to make things right between her and her late relatives.
Perhaps... After Leato was gone... She could finally make good on the promise she'd made to Orin. To become a Jedi again, to uphold the Dar legacy. It was something she wanted to do, but currently did not have the self-discipline. It was time that she needed. It was time-- and only time-- that healed all wounds, but did not make the aches go away.
She had a parasite to catch and kill.
