Private Hybridized (Corek-Feanor)

[Yasha Cadera]

The sun rose on the Corek-Cadera-Feanor Estate, glowing on Yasha's mottled back as she bent over a set of seedlings from her greenhouse. A sundress replaced the armour the former Mand'alor wore during her tenure, a visor more akin to sunglasses tipped down to protect the woman's day-blind eyes from the glow of dawn. She almost got through the planting before the sun rose on Alderaan's eastern hemisphere. Clucking her tongue, Yasha knelt in the planting bed and stuck her trowel in, lifting enough of the well worked soil to pop in a tender shoot for yet another experiment.

If she could create strains of a native leaf-green with protein, it could be grown in nutrient-deficient soil, and thus staunch hunger in dozens of harshly conditioned worlds. But first, she needed to see if her seedlings were viable. Botany was not a quick science.

Momentarily checking around her, and contented with her lonely state, Yasha shivered. The olive skin of her right arm shifted its' chromatophores to its' natural state: A sickly, dappled green. The Vong-Flesh radiated up the entirety of her right arm, up along her neck and swept halfway across her face in spider-trails. Down her back, the skin disappeared beneath the open back of her sundress. There, in the earliest sun, the pin-pricks of the morning's chill combatted with a promised heat, and Yasha was content. Trowel plunked into her planting basket, she shook out the vong-flesh arm, and the tendrils of her fingers stretched until she used them as five evenly spaced gouges to pull back the soil.

Hopefully she'd get this done before she smelled the stim-caf and breakfast foods Noah Corek inevitably began once he awoke. But where was Alex? Yasha cracked her neck at a degree some might consider severe, nigh dislocation, and cracked it the other way with another gleeful shiver. Once this was done, she wondered what they'd all get up to? If anything at all. Alexandra Feanor

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra was not one to stay asleep for a long time and when she was tuned into the life of her home, to the plants and to the trees around her, she could not help but stir as she felt a new addition joining the flow of the force. Her breath coming in and her eyes moving slowly awake, her smile touching her lips as she let her mind and vision follow the force let the very feeling of life meet her and as expected the hazy individual who was altering the flow of the Force.

She laughed a little, collecting herself and stretching as she sat up and stood, her robes hanging on her body as she had fallen asleep in them and her yawn coming out before she started to silently move through the home of theirs, her body like a ghost in how it glided through the rooms. Her hands collecting over her chest as she breathed into them and sighed.

It was when she came to the Greenhouse that she simply walked through the wall, using the force to phase between the physical wall and smirking as she saw Yasha was looking the other way. She would move silently over to her love, appearing off to her side with a smile and leaning in to kiss Yasha's cheek, not so much as caring one bit about the arm or anything that Yasha carried that one would expect the Grey Jedi Master to care about.

"Well, aren't you busy already... I see that you are even more beautiful with the sun rising." She told her beloved wife, wondering if Noah would be up soon and if he would stumble on the scene of the two of them.

 

[Noah Corek]

Noah groaned as he awoke, eyes still closed as he began patting around the bed, finding both spots that his wives usually occupied empty. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence as being the physically oldest, though not chronologically as he teased Alexandra Feanor often, he often awoke last. Rolling out of the bed he made for the bathroom, handled his morning business and hygiene, left the bathroom and made for the dresser, pulling out a simple pair of jeans and a dark green button up of which he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows.

Dressed, next came his accessories, which was the euphemism that Noah used for his weapons. A pistol was shoved into the back of his waistband and a knife was strapped to his hip before he secured it all with a simple black leather belt around his waist. Popping the joints in his neck and rolling his shoulders he made a beeline for his usual destination after waking, the kitchen.

It took a good minute and a half for him to make it to the kitchen, a testament to the size of the estate more than anything. There in the kitchen he began settling into his usual routine of making their rather large family breakfast. Today he decided to cook Nerf sausage links and bacon, Bantha-butter pancakes, scrambled Nuna eggs, fruit juice for the kids and stimcaf for the teenagers and adults.

It didn't take long for the food to be cooked, owing more to Noah's fastidious evening food prepping more than anything, and once it was all prepared Noah opened the window in the kitchen and began to let the smell drift for a few minutes before he leaned out the window and bellowed. "BREAKFAST!"

Yasha Cadera

 

[Yasha Cadera]

The Alderaanian sun continued its rise, warming the green tint of her flesh. All was right and warm, no sensation outside the soil mattered as Yasha transplanted the rooted sprouts into the new garden bed. Sunlight barely brushed at her eyes, which stung in the dim illumination. Yasha tried to fight the urge to pull down her visor, and thus block out the majority of the natural light, as a rustle followed the pressure of someone at Yasha's back.

Rigid in the immediacy of the danger, Yasha's biot ripped up from the earth to protect her from the danger. But, the danger was affection. Once Alexandra Feanor 's kiss reached Yasha's cheek, the Epicant shook out her right arm and shivered as the skin morphed back into the olive flesh Alex and Noah remembered.

"And aren't you brave, love?" Yasha smirked, dusted off her hand and nodded to the rows of seedlings she'd placed in the soil. "That would be the lack of lenses in front of my eyes, no doubt. I wanted to get the majority of the planting done before the sun bothered me too much. Did I make it?"

Reaching her chin up, Yasha kissed Alex's cheek and offered her hand for a pull back up. "How did you sleep? I didn't wake you, did I?"

In the background, Yasha heard a window open, chased a few seconds later by the scent of fine breakfast foods and stim-caf. The Compound was beginning to wake up, their spouse a mighty part of the morning routine. Soon the children would swarm around fine meats and baked goods, and the sun would blind with its cheerful light.

"Mmmmmhhhhh Noa'ik's already cooking. How long have I been out here? Shall we go alleviate him of most of the stim-caf and bacon? I could eat half a bantha myself, on days like this."

Inside the house, children roused from their beds, clawed and fought for the refreshers and yawned away their late night 'secret' games. Morgan carried a fatigued Cahira, who still wore a pale blue onesie with rainbow wings sprouting out the back of her shoulders. The raven headed girl yawned and smacked her lips, reaching for her father's arms the moment Morgan got close enough.

"Cahi, you're massive… ugh, Dad. Take her already. Gosh." Still, Morgan had a smile on her face. She couldn't help feel responsible for the child after all the family went through. "Junior! Hurry up! There's nerf sausage!!"

A legion of footfalls slammed along the halls. "Uh… ohhhhh… Buir? Help? Before we're run over!? AAUGH! BROTHERS!" Noah Corek

 

[Noah Corek]

Yasha Cadera Alexandra Feanor

Noah chuckled to himself as almost immediately after the word of breakfast left his mouth the sounds of a full house of children began to reach his ears. The estate they lived in was massive, having almost a dozen refreshers and yet somehow the kids, mostly the teenagers and young adults, still found some reason to argue about who's turn it was or how long the others were taking.

He was in the middle of flipping a pancake over to cooks its other side when Morgan and Cahira entered the kitchen, smiling at his two daughters and chuckling when Cahira reached for him. Using one arm he reached back towards her and wrapped an arm around the young girl, pulling her against his chest and making sure she was secured before reaching with his other hand and feeding her a piece of bacon.

After she began munching on the bacon he ruffled her hair and set back to finish up breakfast. This didn't last for long as the sound of a gaggle of young adults, teens and children reached his ears. Rolling his eyes he motioned for Cahira to cover her ears before slamming his fist on the counter. "Stop! You're all civilized...mostly. So don't act like a herd of stampeding bantha. Wash your hands, grab a plate, get your breakfast and sit at the table to eat."

 

[Girak Cadera]

"Mrrrrrhhh mornings are icky." Cahira whined as she clung to her father's chest, her legs reaching as far around his torso as they could. Face covered by the hood of her onesie, Cahira growled and rubbed her nose against Noah's shirt. She sniffed around him, until he produced the bacon and the Epicanthix-Morellian child gripped the bacon between her fanged canines and shook it out of her father's hand. Cuddled comfortably into Noah's chest, Cahira noshed on the bacon with happy but timid growls.

"Maybe they wouldn't be if you didn't keep trying to join the older kids' ninight adventures, there sunspot." Morgan sighed the way older teenaged girls could, exacerbated by the world, the galaxy, and the lack of stim-caf in her freckled hand. Leaning up on her toes, Morgan kissed her father's cheek and swerved away to stretch with a yawn. "Morning Daddy. Thanks for breakfast… even mostly civilized."

The sound of careening feet indeed stopped at the commanding tone of @Noak Corek 's booming voice. Quieter thudding took its' place, two sets of weighteous legs thundered regardless not from disobeying orders, but their eight foot frames. Still, one set was softer stepped than the other.

"Oo! Pancakes!" Magnus hulked his way into the kitchen and grabbed a pancake off the stack, stuffing the first half directly into his mouth. The massive Epicanthix flopped his gigantic mitt of a hand on Cahira's head and gave it a tussel. Hissing over her bacon, Cahira swatted at her brother as he chuckled.

"Are you aggro-ing the little bit already? Smart, oh wait! You? Smart?" Morgan mock-gasped, as Gigi walked down at a crouch to pull the exhausted Alexei in by his tiny hand. "Stim-caf, Gigi?"

"Morning Dad, smells am-Maggi, chew your food. Yes, please Momoe." Gigi fought with a yawn, heaved Alexei up into his chair with a single arm and stretched until his elbows hit the ceiling. His war with the yawn became a full surrender, as Girak-Kaine blinked away the fatigue of his and Maggi's recent flight.

"Whuuuuuuuu?" Maggi moaned out of a mouth full of pancake. He loaded two massive plates with nerf sausage, bacon, pancakes and syrup. Just as Morgan was about to complain, Maggi set one of the plates for Gigi and pulled out his twin's chair.

"……… I will never understand those two." Morgan stopped pouring stim-caf, "What'cha think, Dad? Are their brains unfathomable?"

Noah Corek

 

[Noah Corek]

Girak Cadera

Noah smiled as he felt his youngest daughter burying herself deeper into his chest, shushing and rocking the small child before giving her the bacon and chuckling as her Epicanthix heritage shone through as she began absolutely devouring the bacon he had given her. He gently pulled the hood off his daughters head and kissed the top of it as she ate, now bouncing her gently in his arms. Noah wasn't what you would call a soft man, not by any extent of the words, but with his children? He was softer than cashmere.

He chuckled at his elder daughters words and looked down at Cahira. "Is Moe Moe telling the truth there little sunspot? Are you trying to go adventuring with the grown ups...well mostly grown ups?" He smiled at Morgan and leaned down to make it easier for his daughter to kiss his cheek. "No need for thanks ad'ika tis my duty to provide for my almost civilized brood."

Noah grinned to himself when he heard the massive thudding reduced to a smaller, even more timid thudding as the rest of the children entered the room, Alexei trailing behind his siblings, a blanket dragging behind him, and Junior with his nose buried in a datapad.

He shook his head with another chuckle as he watched Magnus grab a pancake of the stack and immediately devour half of it. "Magnus, what have I told you? Don't just grab the food with your hands, get a plate and silverware." A full throated laugh erupted from Noah when Cahira hissed and swatted at her brother when he patted her head, her seeing it as him trying to steal her bacon. "Calm down there ad'ika, Maggi isn't trying to take your food."

He bumped Morgan's hip with his own when she teased her brother. Walking to the table he set Cahira down in the chair next to her twin, quickly getting two plates for the children, making sure to cut any larger pieces into easily chewable pieces for them.

Junior had sat himself at his usual place at the table, between Morgan and Girak and Magnus, nose still buried in his datapad. "Junior? You with us this morning kid?" His namesake's eyes immediately swiveled up towards his father and blinked. "Oh, sorry dad, was absorbed in this article..." Powering off the pad Junior stood and went towards the piles of food, quickly making a plate for himself before sitting down.

When Morgan brought up understanding the larger twins Noah chuckled and shook his head. "Moe...I gave up trying to understand those two about around the time they were born...even in the cradle they egged each other on...it was actually kinda cute."

 

[Girak Cadera]

Cahira continued to nestle in and eat her bacon, nudging her forehead up into her father's kiss with a garbled collection of happy sounds. The child couldn't help the smirk on her fanged face, being as close to her father was as much a symbol for her place in the world, a comforted and protected hover in her parents' and siblings' lives. Round amber eyes peered up at Noah's face. "Mmmrrrrrrrrrhhhh… moooostly? Nooo? Only a widdle."

"Sure! Yeah, you know, aside from the… you know what? I'm going to grab bacon bef-augh! Maggi!" Morgan growled and snapped at Magnus sneaking one more piece of bacon off the pile. Piling as much food as she wanted on her plate, Morgan hunched her shoulders and prepared for a battle, which due to Noah's impeccable preparation skills, would never come.

"What's the fun in that?" Magnus stuffed another piece of pancake in his mouth, with a grin. "If I did everything perfectly, you'd all be afraid. Afraaaaaiiiiiddd."

Crackles of red and black energy flickered from his eyes, black lines trailed the veins on his face. Cahira gasped and grabbed her food plate, dragging it gently away from her crackling brother. Behind him, Girak-Kaine rolled his eyes and smacked Magnus upside the head. Magnus wheeled around and glared. Girak-Kaine glared back, a hint of a growl between both the boys, before Magnus shrugged and plunked down in his reinforced chair, both legs sprawled out in front of him.

"What article? What's Junior filling his head with now? C'mon? What is it? Come on!" Magnus tried to grab for the pad, while Girak-Kaine smirked and reached through the Force to jostle the datapad in Junior's pocket.

"Be strong or die, cradle, grave, doesn't matter." Girak-Kaine mumbled almost too low to hear, the baritone of his voice carried more than he expected. Magnus blinked, looked to Noah Corek with what could only be assumed as a plea for help, and then kicked his brother in the shin. "… ow."

 

[Noah Corek]

Yasha Cadera

Noah rolled his eyes at the stereotypical arguments and bickering between siblings, even siblings that only shared some blood, but a smile still came to his face. No matter how much snarling, snapping and snubbing that went on between the children of the Cadera-Feanor-Corek family, Noah knew down in his core that the kids would do anything for one another.

Once Cahira and Alexander were comfortable in their chairs and had the respective meals, more protein packed onto Cahira's plate of course, the father of the brood finally set to making his own plate. Plopping a trio of pancakes, a dozen slices of bacon, half a dozen sausage links, three big ladle fulls of eggs and a cup of stimcaf, cut with a bit of milk and sugar.

As Magnus started to become rowdier and the younger ones started to become somewhat frightened in response Noah responded. "Magnus, stop scaring your siblings...well you're younger siblings at least." With the crisis somewhat averted by the intervention of Maggi's twin Noah began digging into his own meal, pancakes being eaten with his hands and without syrup, a particular quirk of Noah's.

Junior looked at Magnus and shrugged, the relaxed child handing over the datapad to him. "It's an article about that interview dad did with Holly Starstorm on HNN, talking about private military corporations and the like."

Noah was about to respond to Junior when he heard Girak's words and saw Maggi's pleading look. "Strength can come from many sources Gigi. Intellectual, spiritual and yes of course physical. The main strength of us however is of course family..."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra smiled as she watched Yasha's arm return to normal, knowing that Yasha would never have harmed her and leaning against the woman. No Yasha was kind and soft with her, something that Alexandra was more than happy about as she breathed in and looked in the direction of the tree that her being was bound to. She would raise a brow as she felt Yasha talk about her being brave and feeling Yasha's own lips on her cheek now, the long lived woman unable to stop the rather youthful laugh that came from her lips.

"I would say that you completed your work quite well, and I will always be as brave as is necessary to be beside you." She would help pull Yasha up, moving to take her place beside the other woman and looking towards the opened window, smelling the food that was being cooked.

"I think we both could do to have some of his cooking, otherwise you know he will come and hunt us down for not taking care of ourselves. And while that might be fun for a little bit, I think we both know how that will end." She smiled and helped lead Yasha to the home, her hand taking Yasha's without any worry as she was on the side of the altered arm. Even the light of the rising sun seemed to dim, another of Alex's little tricks to help bring some comfort to her treasured love.

It would not take long for Alex and Yasha to walk into the Kitchen, Alexandra stopping and looking at the chaos with a raised brow, her voice speaking up as she stood there.

"I do hope none of you are giving your father trouble..."

Noah Corek Yasha Cadera Girak Cadera

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Magnus cackled, one final spook moment for the younglings with a flare of red bolts across the top of the table. The bolts scattered and exploded with tiny pops and showers of faded red-orange light. Cahira jumped in her seat, grabbed her plate closer and stuffed another piece of bacon in her mouth. As if the shocks could steal the food placed lovingly within reach. One more laugh, and Magnus tipped his chin down at Junior.

"The interview with the beautiful reporter, that one? Blonde as the days are long on Tatooine, right kind of…" It was Gigi's turn to kick Magnus under the table, and the youth grunted. "What? I'm sure Junior was listening for Noah's sake…. Not the obvious."

"If I had to die hard, I'd die as a baby before I knew what was happening… Family. Yes, family is strong… or makes us strong. What's the alternative?"

"Ok who traded Gigi's coffee for despair?" Magnus glowered down at Alexei, a snarl of Epicanthix fangs with a wink and nuzzle of his nose against his brother's forehead. "It was you, wasn't it lil bit? Rawr."

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Alex's patience never ceased. As dichotic as their appearances, Alexandra's fearlessness the way she endlessly waited for Yasha's healing arm to claim some small purchase of mercy was a shock and a joy. It also meant Yasha remained only a small bit guarded, a tender amount of wider eyes when she knew one wrong twitch and Alexandra Feanor would be dekeing out of the way of her wife's blasphemous arm.

"These should be ready for harvest in about 10 weeks, I'd like to run some tests, see if they increased their protein strands in the way I intended." She accepted the hand up, a gentle but timid smile on her visage. "Thanks Ale'ika."

Only the slightest wobble to her legs prevailed now, from the healing done over their last few years. Still, Yasha enjoyed slinging her arm around Ale'ika's shoulders, until she felt confident about her feet. Hand in hand, Yasha wondered if Alex found the vongflesh cold, or scaled and hard.

"If we don't I believe he'd send in the brigade with pancakes and bacon rolled into torpedoes. I think I saw the shuttle land earlier, the twins might be home. Bacon and sausages for all. I could eat an entire side of bacon all to myself, methinks. But let the men think they eat more." With a wink, Yasha leaned down to place a tender kiss on Alex's temple, eyes shut to the world and nothing but Alex to guide her. She felt the sun dim enough that she could open her eyes a crack, see the haze of their estate until the bodies of their family at the breakfast table abounded. Little red sparks flew sidelong.

Magnus.

"I also hope none of you ate all the breakfast foods. I'm so hungry, I might have to eat you." Yasha leaned down over Noah Corek 's chair, gnashed her fanged teeth. When the world was like this, loud and soft, the lights dimmed by Ale'ika's thoughtfulness, Yasha felt she could unwind from the tight control of her variable personhood. "Boys."

Girak-Kaine blinked up at her, his eyes locked on her face then down to the arm. He tucked his chin down and began to eat mechanically, as quietly as he could.

 

[Noah Corek]

Noah rolled his eyes at the scaring that Magnus was trying was trying to inflict on his brothers and sisters. Picking up a cloth napkin he balled it up and threw it with full force at this sons head. With his aim being so well it wasn't long before the crumpled napkin hit him square in the temple. "Cut it out Magnus, last thing I need is for you to set the table cloth on fire and ruin breakfast...which I spent over an hour making for you." His tone was even, soft and almost somewhat pleading with the young boy not to start a fire...again.

Despite the soft chiding he had given Magnus there was still a smile on Noah's face, a smile that he didn't think could grow. That was until two women walked into the room and his face light up the room enough to the point where if it had been actual light he probably would have blinded Yasha. Speaking of that he reached for a remote on the table and quickly clicked a few buttons, the curtain drawing to filter out the sun and the light dimming to a manageable level for Yasha.

When Yasha leaned over his chair Noah leaned up and placed a kiss on her lips, his hand coming to gently stroke her cheek before he patted the seat next to him, standing and pulling back the chair for her to sit. He repeated the process for Alex, kissing and caressing her cheek before pulling out the seat opposite of Yasha for her. Once they both were seated Noah quickly moved back to the kitchen and piled two plates full of the food he knew that they would like and brought them to the table for them, ever the kind and caring husband. "Food for the most important women in my life..."

Yasha Cadera - Alexandra Feanor ​