Private Wait, It's Just About To Break

[Mevia Vizsla]

As the ship lowered, Mevia could not help but gulp nervously. This was the first time she would be meeting her sister at all since... Kiffu and Kiffex...

Mevia grimaced, remembering that terrible day.

It had been months since that event transpired, and Mevia had all the time in the universe to mull over it. But she refused to. She refused to think back on the fact that her sister had betrayed her. She refused to remember that she had let her down, so severely, through their entire lives. And she refused to remember how she looked at the end, beat up and broken, by her hand.

Mevia gritted her teeth, years forming in her eyes.

After her duel with the Sith Knight, Darth Malum, Mevia had been forced to think back. Forced to remember, both the good and the bad, of her elder sister in her life. Mevia had been unable to let go of the jealousy, the rage, and the bitterness. And she still could not... and yet, she could not help the guilt that trickled into her heart as well. Especially now... especially now.

Buir...

Tears flooded Mevia's eyes and cascaded. She had lost her father, the one who saved her, long ago. And now, she had also lost her mother, the one who raised her, in a battle Mevia engaged in. The reckless action, the stupid rage. And Mevia recalled, fully well, that she was responsible for her death...

And all that anger she felt her whole life, it was suddenly redirected towards herself. With the harshest of intensity.

But her mother's dying wishes echoed in her mind. Mevia did not know how, but she needed to at least try to fulfill her requests. She looked over to the passenger seat, looking at a satchel loaded with the equipment she had prepared. Then, she looked out the window, out into...

Mandalore.

The utter wasteland rolled on and on. Even from the Keldabe port, she could see the barren, arid sands freely falling like rain. She sighed, wishing she had been here when... the Sith had invaded. Once again, she was thrust into woe and anger as she eruptly threw herself off the seat and punched the closest wall. The metal of the old cockpit groaned from the force of her crushgaunt sided fist. Seething, Mevia growled as her tears doubled. When has her world been so horrid? She had thought that her days of helplessness and pity were long gone and buried in her early childhood. But now, she felt emotions and agony she had never felt before, and she had no idea how to process it. But it had been a slow, month long escalation of events and trauma's that lead to where she was now. Losing loved ones, waging war in hatred and spite, and witnessing the horrors of war through the eyes of a powerful, bloodthirsty warrior baying for vengeance.

What had it all lead to?

Was it nothing but more strife and tragedy?

She was seriously contemplating it for the first time, these last several days.

The Chiss warrior yanked her hand from the ship's hull, sighing. She looked around, feeling the worst of emptiness as her mother no longer could be seen here. The Tauntaun had been her passion project for many, many years. Her own ship, so customized and modified that it was a far cry from the stock model. The painted walls, the mismatched seats, the technology so advanced it made her head spin. With a sigh, Gwyneira's youngest daughter grabbed her bag and trudged out of the cockpit. She was here for a reason.

Walking the hallways, the absence of her mother was felt even more. Gwyneira's astromech droid, Mini, had been horrified at her death. The snarky, impatient, elder droid had known Gwyn longer than even Mevia's father. He had been right there as Mevia and Elise grew up, bonding with them from the moments they found themselves home. Mini had gotten Mevia to safety, as Gwyneira would have wanted. But the moment they entered hyperspace, he had been unable to fathom a world without Gwyn and shut himself down... Mevia had not woken him back up, and wondered if she even had the right to. After all, Gwyn's death was her fault...

Mevia sobbed bitterly once more. She entered the cargo bay and trembled as she pulled her buy'ce from her belt. She let herself cry, let herself feel the sting of it all. Because once this ramp opened, she would have to be as reserved as possible. With everything swirling and screaming in her head, Mevia had to remain calm. After all, the last time she had met Elise Vizsla, it had been on the battlefield. She could not be unpredictable today. She could not be... the jealous, angry monster she had been that night.

Not again. Not when her buir's dying wish hung over her head.

Eventually, Mevia managed to compose herself. It took some hitting things and screaming, but she pulled it together. She pulled her buy'ce over her head and walked over to the door. She pressed the button, opening the cargo door. She knew fully well that her estranged sister was waiting on the other side.

She shuddered a deep breath, clenching the bag in her hand as the ramp lowered.

 

[Elise Ahana-Gwyneira]

The last several weeks... had been nothing but agony.

Elise winced in pain as she she slowly ascended the stairs to the next floor of the ship port. She was beaten, bruised, cut, and in utter disrepair. Technically, she should not have been standing. She should not even have been awake. In fact, Elise should have been in her bacta tank, sleeping away the healing process and taking time to contemplate what her recent failures meant. But the moment the message popped up, a holotext from her sister asking her to meet her at the port, Elise was personally yanking herself from the bacta bath and getting dressed. She put on her beskar'gam, feeling uneasy about meeting her sister... after their... previous encounter...

Elise grimaced, still feeling phantom wounds from that battle as well.

It took so incredibly long for Elise to walk through the shipyards. Her red hood covered her buy'ce, and she hugged her cape around her. Head down, utterly defeated, she was almost zombie like in how she limped from hanger to hanger. But eventually, she made it to the place. Mevia had told her she'd recognize the ship when she saw it, but she saw that ship. And when she saw that ship, she realized that something was terribly off.

The Tauntaun, Gwyneira Vizsla's personal ship and mobile home. She had never let either of her kids touch the controls. So why-was her Buir here too? Elise reached into the ship with the Force, but could not Sense her Force Signature. She sensed Mevia's, however, and it hardly felt stable. Emotions of rage, guilt, jealousy, self loathing, and utter despair slammed into Elise so hard, that she had to yank her Force Sense away and lock it down completely. What... what was happening?

After what felt like ages of standing and waiting, the cargo ramp lowered. Elise tensed up, as she looked upon the helmet clad beskar'gam of Kemme'viawa'nuvci once more. She instinctively shivered. Mevia Vizsla stood there for a long moment, a large bag held in her hand. Elise tilted her head in confusion at the package, but watched as Mevia slowly descended from the ship. Her movements were overly stiff and tight, as if unable to let herself just move freely at all. Unable to lash out, but unable to relax, she held herself captive as her heavy boots pounded against the metal ramp. At last, those heavy boots hit the floor. Elise had deactivated her Force Sense completely, but even then, she could still tell... that her little sister was not herself.

 

[Mevia Vizsla]

Elise looked quite different than the last time they had met.

Elise's beskar'gam had been repainted. White and red were replaced with black and red, a darker design meant to better conceal. But that only scratched the surface. All growing up, Elise always held her head high. She always tackled any challenge before her with such conviction and vigor, it was magnetic. But the strong posture and charismatic demeanor were completely erased. There Elise stood, defeated and scared. She hid beneath her cloak and hood, hunkered and limp. It was a dramatic and pathetic change. Mevia felt two starkly contrasting feelings. On one hand, she hated seeing her big sister like this. It was like watching a strong pillar, ever standing, crumble into powdered dust. It was unnatural, against all of nature's rules and applications. But the agony of watching her loved one stand before her in such a sorry state made her want to cry out. She wanted to hug her, protect her, and assure her that she was brave the same way she had always done with her. But then, the other emotion... A sick, abominable satisfaction bubbled in the pit of her stomach. Her darkest part saw the better child, the prodigy, the girl with all the gifts reduced to nothingness. And it pleased her greatly, seeing just how far the biological daughter fell. She wanted to laugh, bask in her newfound superiority, and beat her even further. To feel her weakness in her crushgaunt augmented hand, and to feel her despair vibrate through her boot. Two vastly contradictory reactions, and she was not sure she liked either one of them.

And so, for several long moments, she stood there. She felt strangely nauseous, watching Elise pitifully lift her buy'ce just a little to look at Mevia's. Both had their buy'ces upon their heads, and both perfectly masqueraded what they truly felt inside from each other. But even then, she could still tell... that her elder sister was not herself.

Mevia swallowed the heavy lump in her throat. She lifted her head, and for the first time since Kiffu and Kiffex, she spoke.

<"Nice wardrobe change. You look just like Buir...">

Mevia failed to hide the pain in her voice, as her heart was twisted in grief. She gulped again, doing everything she could not to try. Unfortunately, her tears only swelled and her vision through her H.U.D. blurred. She closed her eyes, shuddering, as she bowed her head. She could not remain the brutalizer, not when the news was on the tip of her tingling tongue. She gulped a final time, then she bowed her head.

<"Jac'Eli'Serum, Buir is gone.">

The finality in her tone explained exactly what she meant by "gone."

 

[Elise Ahana-Gwyneira]

Mevia's voice, at first, was dreadfully cold. The humorous irony was that her first words were concerning her upgraded beskar'gam, as a "wardrobe change," in a humorous fashion. In a similar manner to their opening words to each other in the twin planets, they fakely joked as if nothing was wrong... except everything was, indeed, terribly wrong. What was worse was when Mevia compared her current armor design to their mother's. It was true, Gwyn had a love for sleek black armor. But for Mevia's history as a nostalgic and reminiscing soul, there was something dark in how she said it.

And then, the news hit her.

Their mother was dead. Dead!

At first, the words made her go numb. She had no idea how to respond, stunned into icy silence. As memories of their mother rolled through her mind, Elise searched Mevia for anything that suggested that this was some cruel, sick joke. But Mevia, who always held her head high, bowed her head in grief. And her tone was pointed and frank, but flooded in misery. Elise's vision grew grainy as her head went light. This-this was not happening...

This was not happening!

Elise crashed onto her knees. Her armor clanged as she slumped, staring off as if Mother's Root had ahold of her, back when she was still building resistance. She stared, zoning out as memory after memory of her mother slammed into her. Raising her, training her, teaching her, loving her. Forgiving her and even helping her when she defected from the Enclave. Stating that regardless of whatever happened, she was proud of her first born. Her smiles, her laughter, her sarcastic humor. Her tears, her depressive episodes, that she desperately tried to hide as she struggled to cope with Eliz Krayt's absence. Her love, unending and unconditional, towards the two daughters who had let her down...

Elise was stunned, as tears blurred her vision. Her cornerstone, the woman she had never thought would leave her... was she truly... dead?

At last, a sob shuddered its way through her body. Her broken body. The body that suffered so much wrath at the hands of multiple Sith Lords. And that broken body was now joined with spirit, as the dam broke.

Never in her entire life had Elise wailed as hard as she did now. Screaming in agony, as the tears cascaded like a flood, she bawled. Her weak body was unable to hold her, and she completely crashed into the ground. Huddling into the fetal position, she gasped for air between her screams and sobs. Her mother was dead! Her mother was dead! She was not coming back, she was dead!

Her body shook and convulsed as she started to lose control of muscle and nerve control. Her body was taken over by grief as she seldom gasped in air, despite being close to unconsciousness several times. She had no idea how long she was there, pathetic and vulnerable to anything her sister might do. But it took, in actuality, approximately ten whole minutes to exhaust herself to where she was not screaming her burning lungs out anymore. But she still cried, ever on and on, as the unheard footsteps approached. She had been watching her this entire time, but only now did Mevia Vizsla act in any way as she stood over Elise's fragile body.

As her buy'ce half flooded, making her choke on multiple occasions, Elise looked into the distance with weary, tearshot eyes. What Mevia decided to do was of no concern. Right now, the only thing she could think about was her mother. And how much she wanted her to be with her right now. But she was never coming back... never...

 

[Elise Ahana-Gwyneira]

Wrong account

 

[Mevia Vizsla]

As Elise fell to her knees, gazing numbly through her buy'ce, Mevia turned her head away. Even with her face covered by her own buy'ce, Mevia was unable to let Elise see her face. She... she was ashamed. Ashamed, because it was her fault that her, their, mother had died. She clenched her fist, grimacing, as a bout of nausea overtook her. Elise melted into the floor, releasing a haunting shriek akin to a woeful banshee. Goosebumps coated Mevia's skin as she looked over to her, witnessing her grief and despair. Her heart clenched inside her. She was... confused.

She was confused, because she had always wanted Elise to pay for her betrayal. She had wanted her to suffer, wanted her to feel pain for turning her back on her people and kindred. A part of her wanted to point her finger and shout at her, telling her that it served her right for abandoning the Enclave, abandoning her little sister, and abandoning her mother. She deserved this loss, because she had only left her mother behind as she defected from the Enclave she had loved.

But at the same time, Mevia could not bear to take it in. The screams felt like physical wounds, piercing her heart. The sobs and shudders were a violation to watch, such exposed weakness. And this was the woman who had always been so strong, smiled for Mevia and encouraged her when she was weak. And now, she was uncharacteristically weak herself. Pitiful. She took no joy or pleasure in this. Mevia had wanted her to suffer, yes, but not like this!

Mevia lifted a hand, as the screams echoed across the closed in hanger. Mevia lifted a foot, to take a step forward. "E-Eli-"

She paused, setting her leg back where it was. She shook, wondering, if she even had the right to comfort her sister, after what she had done to her. Mevia lowered her arm, helpless, and watched on. But as the time rolled on, Mevia was tormented by all she watched and listened to. The wailing, the screaming, the shaking. She leaned against the ship, hugging herself uncomfortably as Elise's breakdown slowly died.

When Elise was reduced to a whimpering shell, Mevia stiffened. She had no right to try and comfort her, yes, but Elise needed... assistance... With the buy'ce covering Elise's head, Mevia could not even tell if she was unconscious or not. She sporadically twitched off and on, but that easily could have been her misfiring nerves. Mevia let out a long, heavy sigh. She pushed herself off the hull of the Tauntaun and approached Elise. It felt like the longest walk of her life, despite being such a short distance. Mevia stood over her. She usually relished in being the one in power, in control. But right now, she only felt... was it pity? Sympathy? Love, even? She had no clue. But whatever it was, she was not about to just leave her here. Mevia slung the satchel over her shoulder and looked down at the Ajayid, sprawled out in the fetal position. She sighed again, aware that Elise could possibly be scared of her touching her, and she spoke.

<"I'm taking you inside... loser... you're a obviously need fixed up. Or put in a bed. Whatever, I'm taking care of you.">

Just had to call her a loser, didn't you, Mev?

Shut up! She deserves this! Remember what she did to me?! She's a traitor! I'm only telling her this because she's family!​

Yeah, family. And I have a great way of showing it.​

Shut up!​

She deserves better!​

She deserves to suffer!

You need to suffer more than anything! You!​

You!​

You!​

YOU!​

<"Shut up!">

Mevia barked out loud into the room, silencing her thoughts. She sniffled, and she bent down to Elise.

<"C'mon. You probably need a bath too.">

With shaking arms, she picked Elise up and turned towards the Tauntaun. She walked in, feeling just how much Elise felt like paper. It... hurt... Mevia gritted her teeth.

When did her relationship with her sister get so complicated?