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Bad Blood (Isley)

Lao Mon

After everything that had happened Phoebe had nowhere to go but home. Her children were lost as well as was her husband. It was her alone now. The woman couldn't help but feel like a complete idiot for falling in love in the first place. Things like this had happened to her before but she never had learned it seemed. Phoebe thought he was different, that he was her soulmate. The stupid thing was even after everything she still loved him.

She kept herself busy so that she didn't have time to morn her losses. Crying would be a sign of weakness and she couldn't have that so Phoebe kept busy with charity work and pretended to be ok. She did like the work she did so it wasn't that at all.

Today however the woman could be found in her office filing and doing administrative sorts of work. It wasn't her favorite thing to do at the palace but it was better than nothing or having someone else touch her things.

[member="Isley Verd"]
 
For the longest time, the Mandalorian had wondered what had become of all he cared about. Where were his siblings? Where were his children? Where...was his spouse? It took many months for some semblence of an answer to be discovered; for Isley had only just returned home in recent history. Mandalore seemed to be the beacon that drew the majority of those that he held dear...but one was not present on this world. She, a stranger to the culture that had reared Isley, did not see Mandalore as a source of hope in the wake of disaster. In truth, after finding Ginnie and Adela, Isley did not know where to begin the search for his wife.

And a large part of him debated whether or not she would even want to see his face.

Numerous transgressions were his to bear. The blood of literal millions was on his hands and the Southern Systems had been thrown into disarray. What's more, the life of peace and happiness that he had made with Phoebe was all but a memory...and the fault was entirely his own. Despite it all, Isley desperately wanted to rectify that which was broken between he and his wife...and hopefully, she would be willing to forgive. As such, relying upon common sense, the Mandalorian set out to the world that Phoebe once called Home. Now, Isley was far from an expert regarding the Draclau, but he at least knew where his spouse was from. The rest he left up to chance.

Guiding his ship forth from the depths of Hyperspace, Isley made a swift descent to the world below. A small sum of digging on his part beforehand provided a rough idea of where Phoebe might be; for there were only so many places a wealthy heiress could be found. First amongst these was a rather...imposing...estate. So large was it that Isley had no problem finding a suitable spot to land. Of course, with such an estate, there was bound to be guards...and disembarking led to a swift introduction to their blasters. Isley stated who he was and his business, surrendered his blasters, and was promptly escorted into the manor.

The "tour" through the estate's corridors concluded before a pair of wooden doors; behind which was supposedly the office of his spouse. Swallowing his nerves, the Mandalorian removed his helm and strode forth as the guards admitted him within. "Phoebe?" he said, suddenly finding himself at a loss for words.

[member="Phoebe Draclau"]
 
Phoebe froze as she heard that all so familiar voice. She must be hearing things as there was no possible way that he was there. Isley was long gone and not coming back. There was however a small part of her that believed he was back.

As she turned to ensure that she was just crazy the datapad that had been in her hands fell crashing to the ground breaking into a million pieces. Phoebe just sat there for a good ten minutes just staring at him trying to process everything as a million different emotions came flooding into her. She was happy, sad, angry, hurt all at the same time.

During the months that he had been away Phoebe had heard many different things about why he had left. She had heard rumors of what had happened to him. All of them she believed for one reason or another.

Finally standing up she crossed the room closing the gap between them to where he stood. Bringing her right hand up in a fist she went to punch him square in the face. "You have three minutes to explain to me why." Folding her arms across her chest she took a step back. He didn't deserve the time of day but she was feeling generous for the moment.

[member="Isley Verd"]
 
When the woman before him turned, the reaction he received was one to be expected.

The datapad clutched within her grasp dropped and smashed into debris upon the ground. Her face became characterized by an expression of disbelief. Silence, horrendously awkward in nature, then befell the room. As the seconds rolled by, those who had accompanied the Mandalorian as an escort thought it wise to simply close the door. With a resounding thud, privacy was afforded to the estranged couple. However, even with this change, Phoebe appeared to be petrified with disbelief. 'Twas almost ironic...Isley met her when she was frozen, and now she freezes upon their reunion.

After several minutes of silence passed, Phoebe moved. Furious steps bore her closer to Isley, her first drew back, and an angry punch was launched directly at his face. Sure, Isley could have moved out of the way or done something to defend himself; but for some reason he felt that taking the blow was necessary. He deserved her outrage after he had disappeared. He deserved her anger after his infidelity. The fact that she didn't attempt to obliterate him on sight, however, was a "good" sign.

The punch did more than Isley expected. Perhaps it was the angle, perhaps she was backing it with the Force, or perhaps she just got "jacked" during their time apart. Whatever the case was, her fist collided with his face rather heavily. While, fortunately, his nose did not break from the impact, Isley found blood on his hands upon recoiling and seizing his face. "What the ka-" he began, seething, but quickly swallowed down his sudden frustration. "No, no. I deserved that. Three minutes? Fine."

Drawing a deep breath, the Mandalorian then attempted to ignore the blood pouring down his face. He collected his thoughts and took a few seconds debating where to start...before just letting it all rush out.

"Why did I leave? Simple. Seemingly overnight everything went belly up. The whole Confederacy spontaneously combusted and I was the one fingers were jabbed at in blame. I left so that you, Anastasia, Adela, and Ginnie wouldn't have to deal with any persecution. I left with the intent of protecting you, my family. Obviously that must have had some meager sum of success, seeing as though three of the four of you are alive. I've no clue where Anastasia is..." he began, before racking his brains. "Why did this all happen in the first place? Not so simple."

"The Dark Side corrupts. You know this much better than I. In my desperation to grow stronger, I dove into the Darkness headfirst. When I came up for air, I wasn't myself anymore. I was...It was like being a spectator, watching your life from afar. I had no control over anything anymore. I...It's hard to put into words what it was like...but it wasn't me Phoebe. I wasn't me. The person who got you out of that Carbonite and the person who was scheming in the shadows were completely different. I honestly don't expect you to believe a word of this, but it's the honest truth."

"And even though it wasn't me...Every action 'Darth Metus' committed is my fault. If I wasn't so eager to gain power. If I hadn't allowed the Darkness to corrupt me, then He wouldn't have been born."

With that said, Isley looked away momentarily and attempted to tend to his face...which pretty much amounted to wiping the blood onto the back of his hand. As he did so, the Mandalorian got a glimpse of what had been occupying his estranged spouse. Documents? Filing cabinets? Was she...was she running a business or something? "There's...There's no way." he breathed, almost in disbelief. She had the gall to punch him in the face for leaving...yet was she any better? Here she was, conducting business as if their children weren't out there in the Galaxy somewhere. Alone.

"You know, I found Adela." he began, facing Phoebe once more. "She was on Mandalore. As was Ginnie. Y'know, I was under the impression that, as a Mother, you'd have made sure our little one was alright. She's just shy of two, Phoebe. A two year old clone. And what did she tell me? That when poodoo hit then fan, she came looking for you: her Mother. And where were you? Nowhere to be found. She thought you were dead. She thought both of us were dead." As each and every word fell from his lips, Isley could feel himself growing furious. While he did not have much right to be angry with Phoebe over anything, this was the one exception.

"Adela was left to the wolves. Anastasia could be dead, and you...You're here filing papers? You should have looked high and low for our children. You know good and hell well there was only three places in the whole of the Galaxy they could have gone, and yet Adela says you were nowhere to be found. I left so that I could protect all of you; and I left under the assumption that you would do your karking job as a mother. It was your responsibility to keep them safe while I was gone, and you failed. Adela was alone for so long, she couldn't even speak BASIC correctly!"

Yelling wasn't helping. Swearing wasn't helping. Every word only seemed to make the anger worse and worse. There wasn't a good way to end this conversation; and there wasn't a good way to repair the damage that was done. Forgiveness wasn't something that Isley deserved, not by a long shot, but in those moments he felt as though Phoebe didn't deserve it either. "I...I have a daughter to protect and another daughter to find. Coming here...was a mistake." he said. Turning, Isley made for the door, yet said his final piece before departing.

"I hope whatever the kark you were doing was worth it."

[member="Phoebe Draclau"]
 

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