Family Secret

[Delila Castillon]

Turbolift doors dinged open. Blood drained from her face. [member="Brad Solo"] was trying to enter the same space she occupied. There was no explaining this. Sane people did not show up to their former condo to merely take back a pair of favorite pants. It was time to play it cool.


"Fancy running into you here Brad."

 

[Brad Solo]

[member="Hawk Solo"] @Brad Solo

Shortly after his personal comm beeped the turbo lift doors opened. Seeing Dell in front of him he knew he was not going to answer his comm anytime soon. He looked at her and there seemed something a little off. It took a second or two and looked her over. It was a moment of stunned silence, then it came to him. She was wearing different pants. Not just any pair of pants. A pair he did not throw away after she left it. Yes he was hurt in the past but it did not mean he was a crewel person. He did not toss away her things and figured there might be a opportunity to give it to her later.

“Yes, fancy that”, he shook his head, “Did you think you would take up a returned offer of a sleep over”, yes that sounded a tad naughty to whomever would have walked into that situation at that exact moment. Truth was Dell would know what he meant. It was just recently she had opened up her apartment and let Brad stay as a guest. Her words was something like, I’m sure if the situation was reversed you would over the same. Well it was thins time. She was welcome to stay even if it was for a couple of hours.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Brad Solo"]



"Sleep over? No, no. I leave in a couple of hours." In a way, she was feeling a little trapped. It was incredibly rude to storm off the elevator. Delila was fairly certain he might have noticed the pant switch but she was keeping her mouth shut for quite some time on that. There wasn't much to do but ride the turbolift back up to the condo and chat for a minute or two. It wasn't going to kill her to do so.


"This turbolift is really boring with all our clothes on. Always seemed exciting the other way."


No, she wasn't inviting Brad to enjoy himself on the ride up. Neither of them were intoxicated enough for that.

 

[Brad Solo]

[member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Hawk Solo"]

No Brad did not take it as a invitation. How could he take it as a honest invitation when she was not being honest. The fact he was emotional charged made his patience lacking for the games. What was he supposed to say or do, or not do? Maybe it was just time someone was honest. Hell maybe it was just time someone yelled. Something had to happen, it just had to.

“Sorry, I am not that drunk”, emotional charged he emotions spoke for him. “Even if I was, who is to say I would be willing”, his eyes were on the numbers flashing by as the turbo lift moved up.

 

[Delila Castillon]

"Yikes, thanks for destroying my ego there." Leaning against the wall in her corner, her mind flipped back to the farm. Weren't they going on some crazy, messed up assignment for find Daddy Dearest? Maybe that is why [member="Brad Solo"] was returning to the condo. Probably had a stash of blasters somewhere. Most likely purchased for protection against crazed redheads.


"Don't you have an unstable father to talk to? Or kill? Whatever you're doing with him."

 

[Brad Solo]

Right now he took a bit of pleasure being so harsh to Dell. Later Brad could be feeling differently but there was some satisfaction in cold treatment he just gave [member="Delila Castillon"]. “Like anyone could harm your ego”, yes he was not done yet. “I think you probably enjoyed the idea that you moved me so much I would not carelessly fling myself at you in a turbo lift. That is just for few short hours until you would leave again. If you wanted a whore you can call one. If you do don’t forget to wash the sheets when you are done.”

Brad even winched from his words. So much so he hit the emergency stop on the lift a little to hard. The casing on the button cracked under the pressure of his fist. The lift came to a jarring stop. To not fall over Brad shifted his wait back and forth between his feet while pulling out his personal commlink

Dad,

Just a moment Dell is here and I’m having a talk with her. Sorry but will answer your message with a actually answer here in a second.

It could help if I could throw something, Brad

With that Brad shut off his comm while the lift was stopped and he did not say why he had stopped the lift....just letting the silence sit after his jerk of a comment.

“I’m sorry”, he broke the silence. “For what I had just said. Also for texting my dad when I should be explaining myself to you. Please do not take what I just said to heart. I only sad it because I’m hurt. Truth is my first comment, 'do you think I would be willing?' It was not to hurt you. It was not to make you think your not beautiful. It is, its just because I could not just carelessly shag you anywhere. Especially you Dell”, he did not look at her when speaking. He could not. Emotionally he could not without caving into more raw emotions. “I guess I just care to much”, he did not know what else to say about that. The lift was still beeping waiting for someone to bit the button again.

“As for my dad, I’m not Hawk. I just do not just jump into something without thought or a plan. When I deal with him I’m going to do it on my terms and not get involved with The Black Sun if I can. I do have a plan but you said enough that you do not wish to be involved and I will respect that and not share it with you.”

What more could he say?

 

[Delila Castillon]

The jarring stop caused her to lurch and throw a deadly glance in the direction of [member="Brad Solo"] . Obviously the man was still going through some type of issue. Insulting her one moment and apologizing the next. Briefly she wondered if Brad had some type of bi-polar affliction. It would certainly explain the mood swings and drastic comments that went wildly from one section to the next.


Unlike Brad, Delila kept herself cool. He would never know if the words affected her or not. She wouldn't give him that pleasure. Most likely the man thought she was some type of ice-cold queen for it. Not necessarily. Delila liked to play things closer to her chest. Carefully she leaned over and hit the button. The turbolift was moving one more, only this time it was headed back down. There was no sense in stopping by in a visit with Brad. She got her pants. Delila would kill time elsewhere before her transport left.


" You're right, I have zero interest. Good to know you have a plan." Her voice remained even, collected. Eyes watched the numbers tick back down, closer and closer to her escape.

 

[Brad Solo]

If he was asked Brad would have said he wished he had a bi-polar affliction. He did not though. He was losing control. The Darkside was slowly ebbing at his sanity and rational thought. At the center of all of it was his feelings for Dell. He knew this and he tried to tell her and Hawk. She just did not understand the Force and Hawk, well he is Hawk what more can we say?

“Good”, he watched the numbers trickling down. As each number trickle down. He did not know what to do or say. He was not even totally sure what he wanted. He did know he was not like this before. He was growing tried of the conflict within himself. Brad closed his eyes close to just letting go. What was the point of holding out when it was just torture. If he gave in would not the pain go away? What real good was he doing with being the path he was on?

The lift finely stopped and the doors opened. He was just going to let her walk out again. This time though he was the one who walked out. Brad had stepped out of the lift though. He said nothing and went straight over to his speeder.. He did not need Hawk nor will Hawk approve what he was about to do. What was Brad thinking? Maybe the Lord Protector was correct...

[member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Hawk Solo"]

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Brad Solo"]

Hawk continue practicing with two sabers until his body was covered with sweat. He stops and wipes his face off with a towel. He takes a long drink of water. He wonders what taking Brad so long.

---

Nathan was back in his room by the time he recieved Brad. Poor kid. He''s having hard time getting over Dells. Nathan had a few tools on the table. He was working on his lightsaber.

 

[Brad Solo]

Brad did not look back to see where [member="Delila Castillon"] had gone. He moved on through the parking platform and stopped near one of the pillars. The weight of it was insurmountable. He know what just happened. The only person he could blame was himself. He had lost control of his emotions. His emotions combined with the Force was controlling him. He knew at that moment he could no longer call himself a Jedi.

Leaning upon the pillar for support he pulled out his commlink. Pressing a few buttons he set up the deceive to record a message. The he spoke into the commlink and recorded a message.

“Sorry dad I will not be coming. I have lost control of my emotions. Because of it I have lost control of my actions as the Force is now controlling me. While I do have some sense of control out of myself. Briefly that is. I will be heading to a place where I can detox. The Protectorate have cells where I can find help. There I can get the council I need. If you or the family think that you need to see me or speak to me just contact the Protectorate. I’m sure they will let me have visitors.”

Pressing another button Brad ended the recording. The pressed another sending the message to his father Nathan and to [member="Hawk Solo"]. After that he moved to head to his speeder.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Brad Solo"]

Hawk's com beep with a message. Finally, he thought to himself. He switched the com on. He listens to Brad's message a couple of times. What the frak? Was this part of his plan to get dad. If it was..it is pretty cleaver. Father would definitely go for it. This call for help. If it true Hawk was going to blame Dells for driving his brother nuts.

......

Nathan set the tools down on the table. The hilt was built according to his own design. Closing his eyes he uses the force to complete the lightsaber. He chose a different color, one perfect for his undercover work. He ignites his saber. It was a brilliant Rudy red. He sighs. He would prefer his normal green color

He recieves Brad com call. He listen to over and over. His son was in pretty bad shaped.

 

[Brad Solo]

Brad started moving again moving to his speeder. He focused ahead not thinking of turning back to see if [member="Delila Castillon"]. He had snapped, he knew it and he only blamed himself. Knowing this was never the person he wanted to be he climbed into his speeder. He did not worry about Dell, his father, or [member="Hawk Solo"].

He did not have that much self control to worry about others. He just turned on the speeder and began to pull out of his parking slot. Taking the last bit of control he had he drove off. He had to get there before he lost control again.

OCC: Sorry for the wait. I had to take several days off from posting thanks to RL.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Brad Solo"]

it been almost week since Hawk heard Brad's message. He wanted to give his brother time to adjust to his situation. He contacts the Protectorate. He wanted to know how Brad was doing and if he needed any help. The whole situation with Brad losing control worried him. First Dad. ..now Brad was genetic ....?

 

[Brad Solo]

A week had past since Brad had left the parking garage that he and [member="Delila Castillon"] was in. Since then he had made no contact with his family or Delila. To them it was a mystery if he was doing better or he was in the same place emotionally.

“One moment please while I transfer you”, it was a young woman’s voice who had answered [member="Hawk Solo"] through the comlink. Then a new voice could be heard. The new lady sounded slightly older with far more confidence. “What is the nature of this conversation”, she answered in a dray bureaucratic sounding tone.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Brad Solo"]


So, there wasn't much Delila could do. Brad was acting like an idiot, although that was to be expected. What else was there to do but hop in her speeder and drive away? Which is exactly what she did.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Brad Solo"]

Hawk rolls his eyes at little. The nature of the conversation.. "Hi, I am Hawk Solo. I'm Brad's younger brother..I was hoping to talk to him. I've been worried about him. Wanted to see how he was doing." Hawk says pleasantly.

---

In the last week Nathan finished the business that he had on Tatoonie. Everything was back on track with the force slavery ring. Jabba needed him to find new merchandise. Nathan was using that excuse to go Coreilla to see his son. He wanted to see Brad's condition with his own eyes.

 

[Brad Solo]

The lady listening looked over the records she did have. “MR Solo it is very cute you think I would know this Brad by first name. If you will give me a moment I will look for his extension number where you can reach him.”

While she said those two complex sentences. She had confirmed Hawk’s identity by looking a the Protectorate caller identification systems. She also did a broad search who this Brad whom [member="Hawk Solo"] was referring to. “MR Solo I have found the man I believe you’re looking for. Councilor is not taking any calls but he will see visitors. You are on the visitation list if you wish to go see him. I just sent a data package through this communication. It is the address of the facility where he is at. A warning though MR Solo this facility is a Protectorate prison. He is there voluntary to use one of the specialized cells. All weapons will be left at the entrance of the prison with Protectorate security and a intense security process is handle at the front door. This process is to confirm your identity but also to secure your safety before you entire the faculty as well as to keep the facility secure from the poisoners escaping. Any further questions MR Solo?”

[member="Samantha Solo"]
[member="Delila Castillon"]

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Brad Solo"][member="Samantha Solo"]


As Hawk listens to the woman on the com. He looks through the data package. The address wasn't too far from the house. He could be there in an hour. "A Prison?.. Great. Thank you for the information." He says goodbye and than switches off the com.

He decides to go today. He sent a quick text to Sami to let her know what was going on with their older brother and where Brad was located. He hopes that she get the text. He hadn't seen her in awhile. Her dance troop was on tour at the moment. He wasn't sure where.

 

[Samantha Solo]

[member="Hawk Solo"] [member="Brad Solo"]

Jedi brother really, what other trouble could they possibly get into now. Sam looked down at the message it would seem Brad were in some kind of trouble, odd though as Brad never got into the same kind of trouble that Hawk did. So, what could be up with Brad, did he forget to dot and i or cross a t. Who knows, all she knew is her brother was in some special prison.

Sam took a little time to get there, arranging transporation, making sure she had everything. She finally was able to get inside the door looking over at the Receptionist, or Prison guard which was this woman. "Hello, I'm Samantha Solo, here to Brad Solo. Is he getting visitors today?"

This truly felt odd...really odd.