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Aboard the Beholder, Rhi stood before a hologram projector, wringing her hands nervously. The moment she had been waiting for had finally come—she and Arcturus were going to contact her family to talk about getting the kids back. So why was she dreading it?
Rhi didn’t expect things to go over well. In fact, she had tried to convince Arc not to bother attempting to negotiate with the Threepwoods. They thought Rhi was dead, and they already knew Arc was a Sith. Hardly a glowing recommendation for either. Legal action was out of the question as well; the custody courts of Chaldea would not favor them. They would almost certainly have to take the children by force.
But Arc seemed to want to give her family the benefit of the doubt. Or maybe he just wanted a chance to meet them, to see them and let them see him. If nothing else, they would make sure the Threepwoods knew what they were dealing with before it all inevitably soured.
Taking a deep breath, Rhi waited until Arc gave her some indication he was ready before turning on the projector. It took several tries before a miniature blue hologram appeared on the stand, displaying the figure of Toloth Threepwood, Rhi's father, seated behind a desk.
Toloth was now in his early sixties, and beginning to show his age. He wore a black jacket, and was sporting a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. His irises were unusually pale for a human, betraying his half-Umbaran heritage. “Who is this, and why do you keep calling—” Toloth broke off in mid-sentence, shock visible in his expression even through the hologram’s distortion. “Ishani?”
“Hello, Dad,” Rhi said, sounding unusually timid.
“We thought you were dead,” Toloth muttered. “What’s going on here? Who is that with you?”
“I’m not dead.” Stating the obvious, but she could barely speak as it was. She fiddled with the pendant around her neck, briefly exchanging a glance with Arc before continuing, “This is Arcturus, my betrothed…”
Toloth certainly recognized the name. He shot a withering glare at Arc. “You’re marrying him?” he asked disdainfully. And just like that, the rest of it clicked into place. Not that it was all that hard to guess why they were calling. "You want Marcus and Eloise."
Rhi didn’t expect things to go over well. In fact, she had tried to convince Arc not to bother attempting to negotiate with the Threepwoods. They thought Rhi was dead, and they already knew Arc was a Sith. Hardly a glowing recommendation for either. Legal action was out of the question as well; the custody courts of Chaldea would not favor them. They would almost certainly have to take the children by force.
But Arc seemed to want to give her family the benefit of the doubt. Or maybe he just wanted a chance to meet them, to see them and let them see him. If nothing else, they would make sure the Threepwoods knew what they were dealing with before it all inevitably soured.
Taking a deep breath, Rhi waited until Arc gave her some indication he was ready before turning on the projector. It took several tries before a miniature blue hologram appeared on the stand, displaying the figure of Toloth Threepwood, Rhi's father, seated behind a desk.
Toloth was now in his early sixties, and beginning to show his age. He wore a black jacket, and was sporting a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. His irises were unusually pale for a human, betraying his half-Umbaran heritage. “Who is this, and why do you keep calling—” Toloth broke off in mid-sentence, shock visible in his expression even through the hologram’s distortion. “Ishani?”
“Hello, Dad,” Rhi said, sounding unusually timid.
“We thought you were dead,” Toloth muttered. “What’s going on here? Who is that with you?”
“I’m not dead.” Stating the obvious, but she could barely speak as it was. She fiddled with the pendant around her neck, briefly exchanging a glance with Arc before continuing, “This is Arcturus, my betrothed…”
Toloth certainly recognized the name. He shot a withering glare at Arc. “You’re marrying him?” he asked disdainfully. And just like that, the rest of it clicked into place. Not that it was all that hard to guess why they were calling. "You want Marcus and Eloise."