Private Locke-d Truths

[Matthew Locke]

One Handsome Boy​

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Halcyon Storm​

Tagging: Allyson Locke | John Locke | Wilhelm Locke
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Matt had sat down in the personal quarters of his older brother John's flagship, the Halcyon Storm, it had become a familiar place to him, with his time spent between Stewjon and the rest of the Confederacy Matthew had found a small piece of home in being able to see his brother, maybe not all the time, but a little time spent with him was better than nothing.

Sitting in the chair, Matthew had leaned back in his chair, taking a small round ball from his pocket, he began to bounce the ball against the floor, watching as the ball hit the wall and directed towards the wall before bouncing off directly into his outstretched hands. The chair stood on two legs as he sat there his mind slowly beginning to wander as he sat in the chair, his mind nodding off to the past.

Matthew's mind was brought back to his younger days when he didn't have all this weight that he now bore on his shoulders. He was young, careless, and free. He was young enough that his cousin still came to visit their family. It had been too long since he had seen Allyson Locke , they had always had so much fun together in their early childhood days, especially the one time at the lake where Grandpa Locke ( Wilhelm Locke ) had to save Ally from the lake... ah the good times.

Raising a brow slightly, he hadn't even thought of his cousin in ages, and he hadn't heard much about his grandfather in ages too. But that was neither here nor there, it was just strange that he was thinking about them, mayhap he was just seeking some comforting memories, even he wasn't sure.

Where the heth is John Locke anyways? Invited me to the Storm and hasn't even shown up yet... so insulting.... and unlike him, what is that evil man up to this time.. not another dumb surprise I hope...

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[Wilhelm Locke]

Elsewhere in the Halcyon Storm, the Elder Locke was fidgeting with the collar of his suit. He was nervous, a man who had stared down overwhelming numbers, looked death in the eye and said ‘not today’. And yet he felt like the approaching reunion was the toughest challenge he had ever faced.

It had been years since he had seen his family, since they had learned of their grandfather’s supposed death. He had been on a relief mission, transporting medicine to a warfront. But the ship had been attacked, and subsequently destroyed. Wilheim still disagreed with Anna’s choice to obscure the truth then, keeping him hidden away until such a time his health could recover.

What if you didn’t make it? I did not want to give them false hope.

Corellia breaking had devastated the Locke family, any kind of hope, even fleeting hope was better than nothing.

But the choice had been made, and there was no going back on it now. Years had passed, and their grandchildren had flown from the nest and found their own paths in the galaxy. Wilheim had caught up as much as he could, thanks to the numerous tabs Anna had kept on the younger generation. From there it became a matter of getting them all under the same roof.

Anne had suggested contacting John Locke . It would spoil the surprise for him, but the man was probably the best option to corral Allyson Locke and Matthew Locke together. Wilheim had been sequestered elsewhere in the ship, keeping his presence in the Force to its barest minimum.

The silence gave the Elder Locke the time to think about what he was going to say.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: John Locke //: Matthew Locke //:
//: Wilhelm Locke //: Emilia Locke //:

John's summons were met with resistance. Allyson figured the man had started getting used to her being in Confederate space. While to most, that would seem like a blessing, to the Spy - it was only a curse. It meant that she had stayed in one place far too long, and those that hunted her could easily ruin everything.

"Who do you work for?" Her tone was sharp, trying to hide her panic. The man whose throat she had under her boot groaned and spit into the air towards her. "Tell me!" She pressed down, and then the man bit down hard with a grin. "NO!" Allyson knew exactly what had just happened; the bloody foam that spilled from his mouth was just visual confirmation. Her foot kicked off the body, and she groaned, defeated without answers. The man had been following her for a few days now, sloppily, so capturing him wasn't anything of note. Maybe she should have let him pursue a little longer, but her paranoia only grew just thinking about it.

Allyson brought her hand to her face, the embedded comm device glowed warmly against her palm. "Body disposal, yep, okay," She nodded, pacing the length of the twitching man's body. That's going to be painful, she thought quietly. Minutes of pure agony forever written on his scarred face. "Seems he was lower on the food chain; they gave him the chit stuff. Yeah, I think he's finally dead either way; there was no way I was getting anything out of him." A pause, "Yeah, I'll send the coordinates - nope, no one's gonna find him out here." A longer delay, "Nah, can't. I got a family thing - Shut up, I know." A few nods that the other end of the line couldn't see, and the call ended.

"Bantha chit." She grumbled as she pulled the eyepatch over her marred eye socket. Even with the high-grade cybernetic, she hated the way it looked.

Sometime later, Allyson found herself back in Confederate space, answering her older cousin's summon. Lucky for him, she liked him more than her boss, who also sent out a summons for the Spy. It was easier to wave off the woman with a notion of 'I'm busy' than it was to wave John Locke off with the same excuse.

Allyson kept her eyepatch secure, as per her agreement with the Corellian. The ship's layout was simple, mostly because she had already downloaded the schematics for reasons she would never tell John about. "Well, well." Standing in the doorway, Allyson looked at her cousin and grinned. "Didn't think you made your way back into the system, Mattea." Allyson teased. "You know why Johnny summoned all of us? Uh, where is John?" She looked around only to see the two of them in the room. A hand rested against her chin as she thought, seeing that Matt was an info grabber like her, maybe it would be a good time to get a feel for the news she wanted to share. "So Matt, you know a Knight Obsidian named Taiia Mataan ? If you do, what do you think about her?"

 

[Matthew Locke]

One Handsome Boi​

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HALCYON STORM​

Tagging: John Locke | Allyson Locke | Emilia Locke | Wilhelm Locke
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The sound of the ball hitting the wall stopped as he heard the new voice pick up behind him, his attention shifted towards the new voice, his eyes glancing over the woman, his bor slightly raised as he did so. "I could speak the same for you short stack, from what I gathered you still bend to the Alliance, seeing you in Confederacy Territory is certainly a surprise unless I'm missing something?"

Matthew rose up from his seat. The small rubber ball he had been throwing still in his palm as he looked towards Allyson, the memory he had just experienced coming back to him as he chuckled softly to himself, maybe it was the force or just a happy accident, he didn't know, and didn't really care either way.

Rising to his full height he now walked over towards his cousin and looked down at her with a smile and gave her a hug, not one of those that you gave to your favorite brother after you haven't seen each other for a while, the kind of hug you give your little sister in public, large and embarrassing.

He listened as she rambled on a bit more, mentioning a Taiia, of the Knights Obsidian. He may not be as well versed as she but he had stuck his toes into gathering some information around the Confederacy to keep him at least a little informed. Seeing as he was a part of the Viceroyalty, he wasn't anything special but he knew just as well as anyone else that information was another form of power. He fumbled the name in his mind, Taiia Mataan .....

"Nope I don't think I have had the pleasure to meet her, is there something special about her that I in particular should be aware of? Did Pops have a secret child we don't know about? I'm gonna be honest I'm shocked he would do anything like that."

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[Emilia Locke]

//: John Locke //: Matthew Locke //:
//: Wilhelm Locke //: Allyson Locke //:

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The Locke family together once more was a wonderful thought. Granted she wasn't exactly from the same branch of the tree as her cousins, nonetheless, she was perhaps the closest limb to that branch. Emilia had always had close ties to her cousins especially Allyson, the two had been inseparable at most family gatherings and when Allyson had her lows she knew Emilia was never too busy to help. The two had a shared history so when John called, of course, she would answer. For her part, she had spent a great deal of time recently within the space of the Silver Concord so the trip wasn't quite as far as one would imagine.

Soft footfalls sounded in the corridor behind her as she walked along, slender fingers reached up and traced along the bulkhead of the ship as she walked. She could tell the materials used were not cheap just from the texture alone. The Confederacy and John had spared no expense, a small smile touched her lips. Exarch Locke did have a nice ring to it. She was quite proud of her cousin but the little bit of information she had burning in the back of her mind about another of the Lockes had her smile widen further.

Emilia withdrew her hand from the wall and continued toward John's quarters, she had only managed to get turned around a couple of times but a couple of overeager officers were quick to point her in the correct path. When she finally arrived she heard just on the other side of the door Allyson for certain talking to Matt and then she heard a name causing the cheshire smile to return. The door slid quickly open and then she slipped inside.

She wasted no time sliding up to Allyson and slipped her arm over her shoulders. Hearing just enough of the conversation to torment her cousin just a little. She hugged her just a little then looked at her cousin as she prompted "Taiia Mataan? Is that her name? I heard a few rumors.. But I am sad you didn't tell me about her.." she put on a mock pout but of the corner of her hazel eyes, a glint of gold caught Emilia's attention before she casually reached over and took the spy's hand lifting it for inspection.

"Hmm, that is definitely new.." she paused before looking to Allyson with warmth and dropping the teasing. "Good for you." she pulled Allyson a little tighter before releasing her from both the hug and her hand. She would have interrogated her cousin more, but that could come later there was after all another Locke present. Hazel eyes turned to Matthew and offered him a smile before stepping forward and wrapping him in a hug. "Good to see you Matt"

 

[John Locke]

Wearing: Would you believe, a suit?​

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THE HALCYON STORM​

Tagging: Allyson Locke | Wilhelm Locke | Matthew Locke | Emilia Locke | Taiia Mataan
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John just had to close his eyes to remember the sound of laughter and the smell of good food, smiling faces and bright sunlight. The old Locke family gathering had been things of wonder, of vast gathering which would attract the family from far and wide. People would show up all day carrying dishes of food, their specialities, something they’d picked up at the store, no matter who you were or what you did you were welcome at the gathering. Feuds and fighting would be set aside for a day under the watchful eye of the family elders. Joh could remember running between the tables, a paper plate clutched in his hands as he would sample a bit from here and a little from there. If he was honest a fair bit of that food had ended up thrown at Allison and Matthew, but then who could really blame them. It was a celebration and there had been a few days growing up when they could just let loose.

A small smile curled up the corners of the man’s lips, his hands slid into his pockets in that familiar gesture that came so naturally to him, a habit formed after the accident. None of them were the children they’d once been anymore, and this wasn’t the little gazebo in the park. A starship might have a strange place for most families to hold a reunion, but then the Locke’s weren’t exactly most families. Spies, mercenaries and businessmen, they were a family that had spread across the stars, changing the galaxy wherever they touched it. They had started on Corellia, and each of them had strong roots there, but these individuals were star children if any existed.

They’d all found their place in the galaxy in ways that drew them far from the ancestral home, John had never imagined that the city kid who had run through streets and alleys of Coronet City would settle on a garden world like Naboo. That the wild child would settle down to rule a planet, or the secretive one would end up settling down to start a family. Life hadn’t taken any of them where they thought it would go, nor had it been an easy road for them but each member of the family gathered here today had managed to survive their trials, and in fact had thrived in their own way.

Each of them was more than they had been back on Corellia, for better or worse. The man looked down at his hands, clenching them into fists. As much as they’re touched the galaxy and changed it, none of them had come away without scars. Perhaps that’s why he’d been so quick to agree to host this reunion. There weren’t many people out there who could understand what you had been through, would have your back. Family was right up there on the list of people John trusted, only one person trumped them, and he’d been away from his for far too long.

Dark eyes stared out of the viewport of the dimly-lit room for a moment longer as the cyborg slipped his hands into his pocket, turning on a heel as the doors hissed open, a steady gait carrying him out into the corridor as he nodded at Wilhem, a sign to follow him as he travelled through the familiar lanes of the she to the room the others were waiting in.

“He’s somehow managed to keep his hide in...mostly one piece. Got to have some kind of insane luck going on there.”

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