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Daughter of the Mawite Khan, Heathen Priestess Novice, Dark Side Elie Apprentice
"Galactic Common" | <"ur-Kittat"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
Objective: Family History
Location: Gound, Tython
Equipment: Attire || OPBC-01m
Tags:
Thomas Barran
The girl continued to listen in silence, paying close attention to what her father was saying about the events of the past. She was just about to ask why no one else had taken on the task when Seer’aa received the telepathic images from her father through the Force. Her uncles - though not by blood, but by adoption - were still part of the family. From a very young age, she had understood that family was more than blood ties; it was something greater. Mercy was her aunt, and she had two cousins as well, Asher and Abigail.
Of course, the girl also had biological siblings, though they were older than she was, having been born long before the late-arriving youngest child. She had blood relatives on both her mother’s and father’s side. The Clan Vorco was extensive, but she had no contact with them and had heard little about them, largely because her mother remembered almost nothing from before her time with the Scar Hounds. On her father’s side, she had countless relatives as well, though he treated everyone else as enemies or at least, that was how the girl understood it.
Returning to the present, the words and images of memory made it much clearer why her father had stepped forward to take command of the battle. Yet one question still gnawed at her. When she had studied the clan’s history, she had learned that
The Mongrel
had been the previous Warlord, always leading the battles personally. He was always there, at the front, and with Aunt Mercy’s help, he had led the Scar Hounds and the Maw to victory. But now, there was no mention of Mongrel. Seer’aa knew he had died here on Tython, but not how.
"Where was Mongrel during this battle? Y’senna taught me he always led the fights. But here, you had to… why?" she asked her father.
After that, the girl listened carefully as her father went on. He spoke of how the battle on Tython had been the kind from which some states or factions had never recovered, and how there had been no true victors or losers. She had been taught of the war crimes the Jedi had committed even since then, especially at Exegol. And there, Ashla’s avatar herself had attacked the Avatars alone and in person, forcing them back into the Netherworld; though the Scar Hounds had no longer been present at Exegol.
In the end, the girl tilted her head slightly to one side, regarding her father with open curiosity. Seer’aa did not ask this question telepathically, but aloud.
"Is that why the Grandmaster, Valery Noble, fled from the Galactic Alliance, abandoning the Alliance, the Jedi, and everyone else after they lost the Core Worlds?" she asked, for she could not have known the reasons.
Finally, she received an answer to the other question as well — how her parents had first met, and why her father had chosen her mother over the harem. The teenage girl was a little surprised by her father’s words; it showed on her face, her lips forming a small "o". In the end, however, she laughed, for the entire situation was absurd.
"I’m not so young that you need to tell me fairy tales. And I never would’ve thought you were a romantic!" she said with a chuckle, teasing him in that slightly sharp-edged way only teenagers could.
Myra Arceneau Dashiell
