Private Prodigal Mother

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Korriban, back alley
Wearing: Dress
Tag: Genesis Draykin

Continued...​

"The sith only have hospitality to those they can use. I will make a very unruly slave, Kaila."

Kaila thought of it every step.

Out of the spire and down the steps, onto the dusty red streets of Korriban and into a back alley. It was further from the party, down a less traveled road. The sith led "Miss Devoid" there and then stood between her and the entrance, a dead end at Gen's back. Arms folded behind her back, pauldrons gleaming in the hazy desert sun that burnt only half as bright as those golden eyes. The girl she'd once known looked every part the sith, and nothing like she'd left her.

"How do you know that name." she finally demanded, a dour tone for a dour face.

"Information like that is nigh impossible to gather outside the Blackwall, you must have ears on the inside."

"Yet clearly, you did not come for me."

The sith had no idea just how trust those words were, how hurtful, even though she spat them.

"What are you doing on Korriban, Miss Devoid?"

"Why are you really here?"

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[Genesis Draykin]

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Theme: Bad Moon
Location: Korriban, Back Ally
Outfit: [X]
Tag: Kaila Irons

"How do you know that name."

Gen let out a light chuckled to herself as Kaila mentioned the black wall and information travelling to and from it. The thought she would have spies or known elements within it wasn't exactly wrong, but she hadn't had contact with those people in a long time. "I do know people with in the blackwall, but that is not where I heard your name."

Genesis still wasn't sure if she wanted to reveal the whole truth, it was owed to Kaila but part of her was worried it would just make things worse. "I never forget a face even if it ages." She admitted though it wasn't actually the face she remembered it was the scent of her daughter changed a bit with time but still the same in a lot of ways.

She casually moved down the alley not looking like she was going to run but she was clearly a little nervous being this close to her daughter. "Not sure how you ended up with the sith, last time I saw you were apart of House Solus." Though that was a really long time ago, so young looking at her daughter's face not lingering to long she could see harshness to her that only torture could bring to a person.

Gen wanted to reach out and hug her tell her she was so damn sorry, but she couldn't, she didn't have that right and she had no idea what her daughter had been through.

"Yet clearly, you did not come for me."

"I didn't even expect you to be here to be honest." She had honestly never expected she would ever run into daughter. It was better in Gen's mind no matter how much it hurt her that the two never see each other. "I was here for work, mainly as a bodyguard contingent for the Diarchy. Before you ask no I am not apart of their empire just a contract mercenary." Though she was more a spy for hire, Mercenary sounded cleaner. Though she did not lie about being a bodyguard this day.



"So, how did Kaila Solus become a sith?"

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Dress
Tag: Genesis Draykin

Her brows arched.

"That's... that's impossible!"

She took a step back, arms uncrossing. Even with her signature masked, the sith's discomfort threaded through the force. It became worse the more 'Miss Devoid' spoke, her eyes darting to consume every scrap of information and yet they produced no answers.

"That name was classified, ev-even from me."

Kaila's mind was abuzz with theories, trying to piece together every variable. If she knew her past with Clan Solus then this was before that war with the Diarcy, and if she were a common mercenary then it was possible Miss Devoid worked alongside them, but...

"So you know of my House, but you do not wear the armor." she said, confused, disturbed even.

"Gar nayc Mand'ade."

Her Mando'a was crisp, even now.

"So how did Kaila Solus become a sith?"

Her eyes narrowed, then glanced away.

An uncomfortable silence passed for a time, nothing but the distant fireworks and music somewhere deep within the city to stifle it. She squeezed her biceps self soothingly, with ever-gloved hands.

"...they took me when I was still a girl..." she swallowed.

The now sith ran fingers over her scalp. Why was she even telling her...?

"You must've met me... so long ago... couldn't have been more than 16 before conscription."

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[Genesis Draykin]

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Theme: Bad Moon
Location: Korriban, Back Ally
Outfit: [X]
Tag: Kaila Irons

"Gar nayc Mand'ade."

"Verd be Prudii narir va ratiin surya beskar'gam, mhi olaror a'yaou Resol'nare."

Her Mando'a wasn't perfect but still fluent, she hadn't spoken it in a long time. The cult she spoke of was old almost forgotten but if Kaila new deep enough Mandalorian history the Warriors of shadow were a sect of Female Tuang Sorcerers that went off and did their own thing before the Resol'nare was put in place. So basically, a cousin to the Mandalorians though in the older Taung/mando'a tung they were called Verd Werda.

Though in truth Gen had never been initiated into the sect but did have ties to it. She watched her daughters' movements as her arms uncrossed, and she tensed up at the impossibility of what she was saying.

"But you are technically correct not Mandalorian, same founders and old gods but a different way of worship." Though they weren't even her gods, she was Dathomiri she just had old dark ties to the Taung Cult and knew of its history, and it was how she had moved through Mandalorian culture in the past.

"Kad Nu saiyir armio driuni tsis."

The sith language to came off a bit rusty like it hadn't been spoken in awhile adding a little more confusion to the situation.

"And half a dozen or more other languages. Comes in handy as a mercenary." She didn't like the uncomfortableness she was causing Kaila. She should just tell her the whole truth but she couldn't. The lies buried the truth so deep at this point and surely Kaila was better off not knowing the truth.

"You must've met me... so long ago... couldn't have been more than 16 before conscription."

Gen gulped back of that lump forming knowing her daughter was taken in so young, she should never have been taken. She was not meant for the sith, the Mandalorians were harsh and warrior like but very family and honor oriented. It was meant to teach her daughter how to grow strong and defend herself also to keep her from the force and Magick stuff that had so torn her family apart.

How could this have happened, who did this….no she couldn't let herself get angry. She would just have to live with the consequences of what happened.

"You were pretty small then." Gen, she managed to say, trying fight back her anger at the sith. "Definitely not close to as tall as you are now. Much younger then sixteen." She spoke trying to keep it vague. "What happened to clan Solus then? Why did the sith choose you?" She asked trying to get answers like some old friend rather then like a prying mother trying to figure out who she had to kill.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Dress
Tag: Genesis Draykin

She spoke Mando'a? and sith?

"Forgive me," she sighed, more out of habit than desire.

"Always was a traditionalist."

Kaila watched her swallow nervously at the reveal of her separation from the clan, something that looked dangerously close to pity. This told the sith a lot about Miss Devoid, that she either empathized or felt guilt.

But... why? Surely they weren't so familiar.

"What happened to clan Solus then? Why did the sith choose you?"

"Who knows." she shrugged.

"No contact since the Treaty of Vanquo, probably dead."

Another pause, eyes squeezed shut. She took a deep, steadying breath, let bitterness wash over her because it was so much more useful than regret and sorrow.

"Doesn't matter. They were never family, made my sacrifice an easy thing."

"The clan's youth were traded to the Old Empire, in exchange for the remaining Mandalorian slaves after the purge."

"It was me or separating a child from their mother. Easy choice."

Her arms squeezed and jaw tightened as the sith fell back on her anger, anything to recover that indomitable composure despite the vulnerable secrets she was spilling, all in an effort to make Miss Devoid spill in kind.

Secrets for secrets.

"Then I killed someone I wasn't supposed to. The former emperor took notice, decided I had potential."

"The rest is history." vague, unspoken history.

Genesis would have to work for it.

Finally she looked up at her, and squinted.

"Your turn." she said, in a tone that was not asking.

"How do you know Clan Solus?"

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[Genesis Draykin]

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Theme: Bad Moon
Location: Korriban, Back Ally
Outfit: [X]
Tag: Kaila Irons

Gen nodded to Kaila's asked for forgiveness and explanation. "Most Mandalorians I know are traditionalists. It's nothing to apologize for and even still most don't know their history before the Resol'nare so it is understandable." Had Gen grown up normal she probably wouldn't have even known what she did of it now. Granted had she had a normal life she wouldn't be here right now; her and Kaila would probably be walking on a beach of Dathomir somewhere talking about their day.

That image alone, the thought of it was heart breaking to her because nether of them ever had chance at normal life no matter the choice she had made back then. It was hard to imagine what normal was, she had only heard about it in stories and in the people, she saw on the streets.

"It was me or separating a child from their mother. Easy choice."

As she listened to Kaila speak with apathy and indifference or at least that was how she took it. It broke her a little inside, and then came the gut punch at why she was chosen. Gen's teeth clinched tightly and her right hand balled up into a fist as she tried to hold back the intense rage and regret, she was feeling. She could feel herself breaking, she never wanted any of this.

She wanted to imagine her daughter had grown up into a Mandalorian warrior one who was proud and honorable. She wanted to imagine her daughter had a family somewhere on a Mandalorian world. She never wanted this, this was the farthest thing from what she wanted when she walked away. She thought her daughter had been protected but instead she was sold to the damn sith so some mandalorians could save their own.

If Clan Solus wasn't dead, she vowed they soon would be to herself. She was seeing red but not an ounce of that anger was aimed at the woman in front of her. Her daughter nor those who had done this to her little girl knew just how much carnage Gen was willing to cause knowing this information. She had given up her daughter thinking she would be protected and not sold to end some purge of a people she really did not care about.

"Then I killed someone I wasn't supposed to. The former emperor took notice, decided I had potential."

Gen's eyes closed for a second as she took a deep breath of the crappy Korriban night air. It really wasn't but in this moment she hated everything sith and Mandalorian, this place smelled of their defiled filth of a faith. Gen didn't want to think of her daughter having killed someone, though she wasn't naïve enough to believe it would never had happened even if life had been better.

Gen could control aspects of her emotions by tightening up her body and hold her jaw clinched. Her fist pumping to relieve tension but one thing she could not hide was her eyes. There was a deep emptiness there but those blue contacts that hid her eyes could not contain the fury, the orange became more pronounced and started to spill out the sides giving her eyes a strange glow.

She had buried so much so deep for so long but it was bubbling to the surface, none of it aimed at Kaila but she wouldn't know that. No Gen was pissed at herself regret fueling her rage for people she had trusted for the only thing she had ever cared for so deeply she was willing to let it go to save them and give them a better future.

"How do you know Clan Solus?"

She looked at Kaila plainly in the face her jaw clinched tight. "People I trusted brought me to them." Did it matter she had to wonder, they were dead or all about to be all dead. "I have friends in Clan Awaud and Clan Balor traveled in the same mercenary circles." She was referring to Dar'yaim Balor an old family friend and Kytana Horizonis who used to be apart of Clan Awaud. "They use to line me up with jobs from time to time and a few of them I had interactions with Clan Solus." She spoke but her voice went monotone as she was trying to hide her rage.

She wasn't sure if she wanted to know more or if more would just cause her to explode. "Also my homeworld has had many run ins with Mandalorians, so I know a few people from various different clans." She admitted though not giving away her place of birth.

"So Solus sold you to the sith and an Emperor took notice…" She stopped herself from finishing her question, she wanted to know the Emperor's name but she knew damn well she should not know that name. Part of her was relieved in a way though that the dark figure that had taken notice of her daughter was this emperor and not the one who shall not be named. "What was your training like? I am not that familiar with sith ways." A lie but a nice way to get information she wanted but truthfully didn't want to know because it would only cause her to go on the war path.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Dress
Tag: Genesis Draykin

Anger. she tasted anger.

But what the hell did Miss Devoid have to be angry about? Some common mercenary hardly had reason to be upset, Devoid didn't know her, they shared no such experience to sympathize, let alone cause to care.

Kaila would tilt her head, squinting at those balled fists, the tightened jaw.

She looked exactly like herself, the way she hid her outbursts behind physical tension, in the jaw especially.

And those eyes... she'd seen those eyes before.

"So Solus sold you to the sith and an Emperor took notice…"

"It's more complicated then that," she sighed.

"I volunteered..."

"...technically." ​

Goddamn her own ignorance, Kaila thought.

"What was your training like? I am not that familiar with sith ways."

Another stretch of uncomfortable silence. Filled only by the rhythmic * tap, tap * of her finger against her pauldron.

"Hrmh..." she growled.

Finally she pulled her long gloves down to her elbow. Above the joint and along her bicep were a series of scars that wrapped around the entire width of her arms with man-made symmetry. Perfect rings as though they'd gone all the way through, faded and pale, but impossible to ignore. The near perfect lines were broken up but much cruder, more jagged teeth, remains of crude stitching, thick strong threads, enough to hold uncomfortable amounts of heavy flesh upright. There were several of these stitched rings, the some of the newer ones overlapping with the most faded, creating strange cutoffs where new flesh had healed over older wounds.

Whatever happened to her was done over and over again.

Kaila pulled the sleeve over her scars, tightly, until there was no sign beneath black leather.

"...what do you think..." she muttered.

The young Sith leaned her back against the wall, fumbling in her pockets for a pack of cigarras.

"Now tell me who the fuck you are, so I can get this over with." she said, using the force to light it with her own skin.

She took a long drag, exhaling a torrent of smoke down the alley while staring at the sky.

"I've seen your eyes before."

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[Genesis Draykin]

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Theme: Bad Moon
Location: Korriban, Back Ally
Outfit: [X]
Tag: Kaila Irons

She volunteered… the words sounded wrong and the way technicality rolled off the tongue caused Gen’s mind to whirl about what actually happened. It did nothing to dissipate or negate the rage she felt at her own ineptitude and trusting those she thought would be honorable to protect the one person that was most important to her.

It was followed by the awkward silence that was deafening leaving Gen to her own thoughts. She wanted to die, wished she had not out of self-pity but out of mercy for Kaila. At least then if Kaila had found her, she would have a good explanation as to why she was abandoned. It didn’t matter what Gen said she was the enemy and villain in all this another tragedy in her epically screwed up bloodline. A story for the writers in the sky to make a mockery of them.

Fate was so twisted in the way it swayed its pen back and forth across pages of eternity. The silence slightly broken by the Kaila taping her finger on her pauldron followed by a huff. Gen knew her answers were not giving her daughter the answers she wanted. She watched as Kaila pulled down her gloves and revealed the deep scars of her flesh.

Gen rage boiled over, what the hell had she done. What kind of horrifying abuse had she left her too. She was so terrified of the things that haunted her, that she had felt that which mattered most was better off without her. Yet those scars, those were on Gen she had failed she was selfish to leave her behind. Still part of her thought maybe those scars would still exist if she knew the cruelty that dwelled in the dark corners of Gen’s own life.

"...what do you think..."

Her head dropped eyes looking down at the ground as she the sleeves were rolled down. Gen said nothing, there was nothing she could say or do. An apology would come off as pity or a little too late. Offer to take her to legendary Millinar where the people there could heal the scars away all except the mental ones seemed like a consolation prize for not being there when she should have been. There was no words or offer she could make to erase what had happened.
Silence just hung there as Gen’ss head hung low, her anger boiling over at herself and at those that harmed what was hers. She had nothing to offer but silence was soon broken as the smell of lit cigarra floated in the air between them.

"Now tell me who the fuck you are, so I can get this over with."

All the lies you tell yourself, make yourself believe to make the world just a smidge easier. The bottles you bury all your pain and loneliness in just in a hope to have a moment of peace from the ghosts that chase you. Gen knew on some level Kaila knew the truth, not a single thing Gen had told Kaila was a lie, but it wasn’t the full truth just bits and pieces.

“Nobody.” She spat out in a growling whisper as that was all she could do in that moment of feeling hopeless and lost.

"I've seen your eyes before."

Gen unclenched her right fist and reached up to her eyes rubbing them removing the contacts as she did so. Then slowly she raised her head from looking down at the ground, blazing inferno of eyes. Looking right into the golden eyes of Kaila, those eyes that Kaila now saw full on were indeed familiar to her, she had seen them before but in a different face. Because Fate was cruel queen that mocked them all with twisted humor.
“My bloodline is cursed, all of us have marks and mutations that vary from person to person but eyes changing color is the most common similar trait. A mark of a mans hubris for thinking he could defy fate and the gods. Now we all bare some mark as a curse of his ego. It has destroyed my family, you want to know who I am.” She did not pause but only a moment not to think up a half-truth but to convince herself to just say it.

“I am descended from a farmer who wanted to be greater then he was, A demon Witch who thought she could conquer a world, A sith rebel who fought against Emperors and Dark Councils, A psycho witch’ari who was a Tyrant of Destruction lost in her madness, A Jedi Master who became a Pirate Queen. I was conceived in the mystical springs of Millinar alongside my twin sister. Raised on Dathomir until the world came to an end. I am an Apocalyptic Vision of a Future no more.” She let silence fall for a but another moment as she let out a breath. “But most of all I am a Failure, I failed the one I cared about most. I let her down and all I have to give her is my name, Genesis Starfall.” Tears fell from those fiery glowing eyes of hers as she stood before Kaila stripped bare down to her shame. “It isn’t enough to undo what I have done or what I thought was for the best in the time.”

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Dress
Tag: Genesis Draykin

Kaila would tilt her head.

The world around her began to blur, and words drowned.

Those eyes. She couldn't look away, lost somewhere between uncanny valley and reverie. They looked just like Tamsin's—just like her own, as the amber center seemed to grow in response, just a little. Her lips pursed as she fell away from the wall, standing face to face now.

The name Dathomir perked her brows with recognition, but Starfall did not.

But most of all, she knew those eyes.

"I... I remember," she reached slowly, as though overcome by an otherworldly force.

"The seer showed me. A woman, golden haired, fiery eyed."

Her voice was little more than a strained whisper, like she was alone, that Genesis would vanish if she touched her.

"She left a little girl on Vanquo, you were so much younger then."

"Selatak?" she gasped in her mother tongue.

"Is that you...?"

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[Genesis Draykin]

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Theme: Bad Moon
Location: Korriban, Back Ally
Outfit: [X]
Tag: Kaila Irons

Vanquo a world of mountains and forest, a place of serine beauty only marred by the mines that men had dug. A place where no one would look, a place that was supposed to be protected. Genesis had thought about the place many times in her time since wondering maybe where on that world Kaila had settled.

Now that was all tarnished dream rusty with blood and black mold. Everything she had dreamed of for her child was now gone. A broken dream, all burned away in dark fate that hunted them. She should have been there, she should have stopped it but she wasn't. This all fell on her shoulders.

"Selatak?"

That word gasped in the ancestral tongue; a word Gen did not deserve to have spoken to her. A word she was not worthy of being called. She could see Kaila wanting to reach out to her, not sure if this was real.

"I do not deserve to be called that, I have done nothing to earn it."

She said a deep angered sadness in her eyes as she looked upon her child now a grown woman. She wanted Kaila to hate her, because she knew if she was in Kaila's shoes she would hate her too.

"So, you have been looking for me? You want answers? I owe you that much and more. Or were you hunting me to kill me? I owe you that too."