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XIII - Death

The subtle response of the one who was her sister had not gone unnoticed, but the Sith Sorceress had no time for this at present. There were things that required doing, and there was above all the matter of the fleeing memories, escaping moments. Happiness was not the goal right now, nor even the path.

Pausing as the man said he was to be referred to as Aatrox, she merely nodded, and continued to walk towards the ship. She had expected, by now, for... Well, for anything. To at least know where she wanted to go. But the Force was a silent partner, rising its head to shout only rarely.

She did not worry. Soon, she will know where she had to go, and perhaps bring the other two along .

[member="Asteria deWinter"] [member="Cameron Centurion"]
 
The trek to the modified AlAT/i passed swiftly. Stepping up the loading ramp first, Cameron motioned for the two men that approached to return to their stations. "Orbit."

Both men offered only a sparing glance in the direction of [member="Nessarose deWinter"] and [member="Asteria deWinter"] before offering a polite half-bow to Cameron and retreating. "As you command, Aesir."

Once they were all fully inside the partially-converted cargo bay, Cameron inclined his head for the two women to follow him. Passing through a secure bulkhead door, the Sith Lord showed his kin into the large common room. Settling down at the end of one of the sofas, Cameron's silver-green gaze fell to both women. "Where to, ladies?" They could get to the business of small chat after they gave an indication as to where, precisely, they were going. If no destination was given, they would remain in orbit until Cameron had received...satisfactory answers to his questions.
 
She followed the man inside, walking to the common room. Something inside her head let her know that this is what it looked like. Not this one per-se, but the style was more or less what one could expect of him.

Taking a seat at one of the empty sofas, the Sith Sorceress crossed her legs before realizing that the position was uncomfortable to the body she inhabited, and adjusted her position so that she would be sitting Indian style. She took a moment, trying to understand why this had been the body's desired way of sitting, but let it go. There would be time to explore later.

"Endelaan," she answered to his question. Endelaan? A planet. Far away. More memories flashed. She had reigned there. She had... Had she died there? As quickly as they had come, her concentration on the flashes was gone, and any memory of them wiped along with them, a blank stare on her face.

[member="Cameron Centurion"] [member="Asteria deWinter"]
 
On the ship, turquoise eyes darted from one face to face until she felt the two at her side walk away did she turn away from so many strangers, following the two. Following Nessa's movements, the blonde found herself a seat as well and settle down, straightening her spine and lightly leaning her feet to the side together. Barefoot was not her thing, she suddenly became very aware of it. It hadn't occurred to her before due to everything going on but now she felt extremely odd, in her short height.

Where to, suddenly the heard the question and blinked. Where? Asteria glanced at Cameron as places rolled through her mind. She remembered home and her parents there but the thought vanished quickly. She remembered Endelaan and all the faces there, one particularly. Coruscant came next, the lavish structure of the Red Lady. But while she thought of places, Nessarose already spoke, singling out Endelaan.

"When is this?" She suddenly asked, remembering something the creature had told her. Her focus remained on Cameron, as she waited.

[member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Nessarose deWinter"]
 
Cameron's silver-green eyes held the emerald gaze of [member="Nessarose deWinter"] for but a moment before he produced a communicator and spoke a simple command. "Endelaan..." The coordinates of the planet were not loaded intot he vessel's navicomputer, however. There were few places that the Sith Lord would openly provide location information for. His ancestral home...was among them. Endelaan was not so much a secret as it was...merely forgotten by time. There was no telling what had become of the planet during the Gulag. Had the virus reached that far? Thoughts of the world reminded him of another life...and the child he'd been robbed of the opportunity to see develop if she was even still alive.

The Sith Lord received the expected reply. "Aesir..."

Cameron's response stifled the expectant question. "Proceed to O'Reen for the time being. I will modify the course when necessary."

Putting the communicator away, Cameron shifted his gaze to [member="Asteria deWinter"]. "When?" Exhaling softly, Cameron shook his head. Odd so few of Shery's offspring seemed to manage survival without...losing themselves. "What is the last that you remember?"
 
O'reen.

More memories flashed within her mind, memories of a face that caused everything within her to move with longing. On the outside, she remained calm, exposing no emotion, already knowing how this worked; and indeed, seconds later, it was as though she'd never remembered him at all.

As the man and the woman began to converse, the Sith Sorceress closed her eyes, losing herself to deep meditation.

She was acutely aware that she was not responding entirely right. The body she inhabited knew things, experienced things, that now began to wipe themselves. She retreated into the parts of her mind that felt intact, that knew what was going on.

Green eyes. Green like hers, like the man's, but so much brighter, their shine so much more violent.

No.

That was not why she needed to return to Endelaan. There were other things at work here. Other...

Her eyes flashed open. This was a memory that would not fade, though she would have to hunt for what it would lead her to. Remaining quiet, the Sith Sorceress did not interfere with the conversation of the others.

[member="Cameron Centurion"] [member="Asteria deWinter"]
 
She remained perfectly still as Cameron issued out his orders, waiting until he focused back to her. Turquoise eyes noticed the shake of head at her question before returning with his own.

What was the last thing Asteria remembered? Her eyes darted down for a moment, as the image flashed before her eyes. "Emerald green eyes so intense, I couldn't even see a face properly." Now that she thought about it though, it was also possible some sort of drug had been brought into her system causing such a reaction, where the eyes simply shun so bright through the fog. "I was put to sleep. To survive some dark times." She glanced at Nessarose for a brief moment, wondering if she had gone through the same.

[member="Nessarose deWinter"] | [member="Cameron Centurion"]
 
[member="Asteria deWinter"]'s response was fantastically uninsightful, but he supposed that she had answered his basic question. Flicking his gaze briefly to [member="Nessarose deWinter"], the Sith Lord adopted the assumption they simply did not know. "The database on this vessel is up-to-date. It sounds like you should...investigate the Gulag Virus and what it did to the galaxy." Coming to his feet, Cameron's cold gaze leveled at both women for a moment. "I don't know what happened to the both of you, but you've got some catching up to do. That said...as much as the galaxy changes, it inevitably stays the same. Get some rest. We have quite a bit of time together."

Without making any further statement, Cameron departed the room to proceed to his personal stateroom. There were two other staterooms on board and living quarters for the crew. The women were welcome to stay where they pleased.

((OOC: Feel free to advance to the next day or arrival on Endelaan, Nessa))
 
The time of travel was spent mostly idle. The Sith Sorceress never moved from the couch after placing herself in deep meditation, and not once opened her eyes or asked for food or drink. The only thing that seemed to change about her was that she appeared more relaxed the nearer they drew to Endelaan itself. Whatever words were or were not spoken around her, she made no sign that she even realized they had been sai.

Yet that changed when they reached Endelaan.

The moment the ship broke through the atmosphere, the Sith Sorceress' eyes snapped open and she rose from the couch, making her way to the bridge. The expression on her face was still mostly empty, though a certain hint of a longing could be seen there.

"That is where we must travel," she said to no one in particular as she eyed the Forbidden Temple, which stood in all its glory right where they had left it as though time had stood still on the planet.


[member="Cameron Centurion"] [member="Asteria deWinter"]
 
His only comment to her account of the event which led her here was simple but necessary to Asteria's mind. Cameron had offered the database, mentioning something called the Gulag Virus. Obviously, he knew of the dark times she had mentioned. Then how could he not? How long had he been here? How had he even gotten to live this long? Had he too slept?

Despite all the questions that formed in her head, Asteria knew better than to throw them all all the man. Perhaps she could try with one later but right now, she wanted to do what he suggested.

Rest however... was not an option. She had just slept like the dead. There was no way in Force, she was getting any kind of sleep any time soon.

Asteria remained perfectly seated though, turquoise eyes on Cameron before he left them there. Then she gave one quick glance at Nessarose who gave no sign of moving. Asteria didn't bother to communicate with her. Instead, she turned her head around the room, her gaze spotting a computer there. Slowly rising to her feet, the blonde moved over to it and took a seat, powering the device. Her fingers moved over the keys but then stopped. He had never answered her question. She still didn't know when this was. So she wasn't sure when to start. But he did give her something else. Gulag Virus. Asteria nodded to herself and pressed the keys.

Information suddenly started building up. Titles upon titles. Chiss space, high alert, Alliance reaching out to the Empire for help... the titles kept going. Planet after planet infected and then... nothing. Turquoise eyes moved across the screen, trying to find the connection between four hundred years and now but there she found nothing. Darkness. Dark times. This had to be it. What the creature talked about... this was what they couldn't survive...

Enveloped in the information, Asteria completely lost track of time, brought back to reality only when the ship shook, alerting her that they were breaking through the atmosphere. Endelaan. She turned on her chair, realizing Nessarose was on her feet. Had that just happened? Without so much as speaking, Asteria stood up as well, following the younger deWinter out of the common room.

When Nessarose finally spoke, the blonde looked up, her eyes registering the Forbidden Temple. For her, it was yesterday that she was on this planet. "It looks exactly the same," she said quietly, suddenly recalling the information her head was filled with. The sight of it almost made her doubt everything, the Virus, the centuries. "I wonder if the Virus ever reach Endelaan...," she spoke to herself alone, thinking of all the measures they took to keep it safe from prying eyes. Was that enough?

[member="Nessarose deWinter"] | [member="Cameron Centurion"]
 
Cameron stood idly behind the spacecraft commander as they broke through the lower atmospheric layers of Endelaan. The Nemesis swept gracefully over the landscape, but Cameron's silver-green gaze did not bother to eye the foliage or any of the animals that seemed to be around in abundance. It didn't surprise him really. [member="Nessarose deWinter"] and Diomedes had done...a decent enough job keeping things under wraps. Well...that and Cameron had done more than either likely realized to discourage any would-be visitors.

When the youngest deWinter spoke, Cameron merely nodded to the co-pilot as he looked up at the Aesir. "Do it." As the vessel made a swift, gentle approach, Cameron replied to [member="Asteria deWinter"]. "It's entirely possible that it did. Unmolested by sprawling industry and population, the planet may very well have recovered on its own. Other worlds...well...they needed help." Then, he considered something else. "It's endured worse than any virus anyways."

Accurate.

Once the vessel touched down, Cameron turned and motioned the two women towards the flight deck's exit. "Shall we?" He would let Nessarose lead from here. Sure, he remembered the various ins and outs of the Temple, but he could not say he'd ever taken to exploring it like Nessarose had. It'd been her home, after all. For him it was little more than a monument. To people he would kill if presented the opportunity. Again.
 
Her green eyes were focused on the Forbidden Temple as the other two spoke, making no sign that she was even listening. The moment they landed, she turned on her heel and began to march, knowing exactly where she was supposed to go.

The Endelaan sun was harsh as it hit their skin. The day was hot, even for the summer season, and dry. Yellow grass broke beneath her feet as she walked on it, the crunchy sound serving them more company than any animal or insect could when considering there was complete and utter silence around them.

When they reached the grand doors to the Temple, the Sith Sorceress placed both of her hands on it. There was no need to push or use any kind of Force upon them; they opened with a slow, creaking sound, and inside was nothing but shadows and dust. The main hall, once so full of life, held nothing that showed any signs of the people that had walked in and out on a daily basis. No double guards on any of the doors. It was as though someone had cleaned up, put everything in place, and closed the door behind them so long ago.

She led their group to the throne and didn't pause before touching the handle of the Sorceress chair. The dais that held the throne moved aside, revealing a stairway that plunged down into complete and utter darkness. Old torches still hung on the walls, but no fire had lit them in what could easily have been centuries.

But she did not need them.

With a certain walk, she went down and down, into the darkness, the glow of her eyes serving as illumination unless one of the other two would light a torch. And once down, she renewed her march, taking them through corridors that spiraled to every possible side, not pausing for the shortest of moments at every junction.

The deeper they went, the quieter things became. There were no roaches here, no insects. No buzz of a fly. It was void and empty, until half an hour passed and they could all feel it beneath their feet. A soft thud and hum, a rhythmic beating that sounded like... A human heart.

Her marching speed doubled then, almost breaking into a run, and she led them for another fifteen minutes, the beating growing stronger and stronger with every few hundred feet that they passed, until at last they reached a dead end.

The Sith Sorceress placed her palms upon it, and the wall moved aside for them, revealing a small and circular chamber. Unlike the darkness they had come through to get there, this room was completely alight, as in the center of it was a boulder, big enough to reach their knees, and it shone with the harshness of the green that had become the eyes for both the Family of Darkness and the deWinters. Power emanated from the boulder, and upon closer inspection, all would easily see that just as the sound that came from it, just as the vibrations that could be felt all around them, it too beat as a heart.

Ignoring the others as she had done thus, she sank to her knees in front of the rock and wrapped her arms around it, lowering her forehead until it touched her.

Nothing happened at first. Every second was an eternity.

And then the glow of the rock began to grow. The room was bathed in its light, blinding them with its fierceness, and the beating quickened in its step. No sound came from her now as all her muscles clenched, trying to hug the boulder as tight as she could, almost as if she tried to merge with it.

Just as suddenly as it had begun, so it had ended.

There was no longer a beating green lighted boulder, but simply a rock, and next to it stood Nessarose, an ear to ear grin upon her face.

Squealing with joy, she lurched herself at both [member="Asteria deWinter"] and [member="Cameron Centurion"], her arms flailing out, ready to give them the biggest Nessa-hug of their lives.
 
Her words had been meant as a remark to herself alone but when [member="Cameron Centurion"] offered a response anyway, Asteria glanced at his direction and listened to him explain his theory. It possible it recovered on its own unlike other worlds. Her head made a small nod. "That makes sense," she merely offered. What she had seen and what Cameron was saying fit together. Of course, she understood it was just a theory at this point but a plausible one was good as any.

To his question, Asteria glanced at her sister, waiting for her to move first. Despite the age difference between them and the blonde's seniority in that department, Nessarose was queen of Endelaan. This was her world far more than Asteria's and the female wouldn't step in where she shouldn't have. The other deWinter didn't need another incentive, already marching away from them, causing the blonde to follow after her.

Endelaan in its daylight glory struck her along with the intense sun. While it did feel like it had been only yesterday she was here, the sight was something to behold. The planet that had been left sleeping this whole time, waiting for them, suddenly caught Asteria's attention again, as it hadn't since the first tied she laid eyes on it. She remembered again why it attracted her so when way back when. But the blonde wouldn't be swayed by it, making sure she kept up with Nessarose the entire time. For a moment, she needed to put her palm before her eyes to be able to see ahead but soon enough the great doors of the Temple welcomed them, a single touch of hands from her sister enough for them to open. Slowly, Asteria followed after but after a couple of seconds inside, she coughed a few times, as the dust got caught in her throat. Several more coughs were necessary before she managed to free herself from it. Already, her companions were some steps ahead of her, making Asteria catch up with them.

When she did, they were in the throne room, a loud sound distracting her as the throne room moved. That peeked Asteria's interest, a new piece of the Temple revealed to her now. What came after was complete darkness and without so much as thinking, Asteria concentrated on the Force summoning fire to her. As if lighting a match, her index finger and middle finger brushed quickly against her thumb and two small flames came alive from the two fingers as if on candles. Asteria let them linger for a bit as they walked, listening to the empty sounds. There was nothing there to be heard... no, not nothing, Asteria realized then. There was something that didn't fit with the rest of the Temple. A beat. Nessarose led them to a dead end but before she spoke up, the wall moved again, light coming from ahead. Asteria blew out the improvised candles from her fingers, letting the light ahead act as illumination.

The green was unmistakable, the rhythmic beating coming from it even more intense now than before. "What...?" She whispered watching it, turquoise eyes taking into account what her sister was doing. The light intensified, causing her to turn away for a moment as the sound become louder in her ears. When she looked ahead, the light and the beat were good. Instead, in the darkness, she could identify Nessa's green glow and the trace of a grin in the darkness. "Nessarose?" She called out now, only to be attacked by a Nessa-hug, a squeal reaching her ears at the same time.

It took her by surprise, her bearings lost only where she didn't feel her godfather to the side, joined into the big hug [member="Nessarose deWinter"] was attempting to give them. Suddenly, the squeal came to her mind, putting things into places. "Nessa," she whispered to the girl and kissed the side of her head, a small smile forming on her face.
 
Cameron had remained silent throughout their trek through the Forbidden Temple. The air of its presence seemed...familiar to him, but the instant they began passing through secret passageways, Cameron's familiarity ended completely. With reserved interest, he watched both [member="Nessarose deWinter"] and [member="Asteria deWinter"]. The Sith Lord was not concerned about them per se, but he was a bit...curious as to all of this 'sleeping' his family had apparently been doing. Whatever ancestor was responsible for the stasis of his relatives and the glowing display he was currently watching, he was happy they were smart enough not to meddle in his life.

The sudden resurgence of Nessa's much more typical glee caught the Sith Lord slightly by surprise. For a moment he merely blinked as he found himself sandwiched into a hug beside Asteria. Eventually, Cameron allowed a single hand to lightly pat Nessarose's side before he extracted himself from the embrace. "Does someone want to tell me just what in the hell is going on?"

He didn't like the idea of unknown forces acting around him. His ancestors had an irritating knack for being bothersome at the most inopportune of times. By the way...inopportune for Cameron was all the time. How many others had been...safeguarded through the Gulag? Why were they all seeming to pop up now?

More importantly. What of his one true pride and joy.
 
Bathing in the little tokens of affection of her sister and godfather, the smile on Nessarose's face seemed ever-lasting.But of course, the questions came next, though the only reason she had to share was that she knew they would not pass it on.

Breaking the hug (but not after kissing each on the cheek), Nessarose walked backwards and sat herself on the rock. She scratched the tip of her nose as she thought about her phrasing, though her hands were already working. It was something she had learned from her mother - sometimes, when telling grand stories, or just long ones, casting illusions often seemed to help. And it would also be easier to show them what she had seen.

The room around them darkened, dark tendrils of smoke that was not really there crowding them. "I don't remember how I got here. Not here, literally. I was in one of the tunnels here. And she came for me," Nessarose began. The figure of a woman appeared in the corner of the room, just as the Sith Sorceress had seen her - tall, hidden behind the shadows formed as the green of her eyes shined so brightly that little else could be seen.

"But I had a nagging feeling that something was going to happen during the days before that. I'd seen... Random images. I didn't know what to prepare for. I didn't know what I could do to stop it because I didn't know what it was."

On the floor appeared a vision of Nessarose herself. Lying, hands and feet unmoving, only her eyes staring up. Nessa shuddered. It hadn't been a fun day at all.

"When she came, it was too late. I couldn't get to Dio, or the twins, or to anyone on time. And she claimed I had no power to make it through the dark times ahead. Lying little queen."

The anger on Nessa's face was all too easy to see now. There were few things that angered her more than being told she was not strong enough to make it through something. Too much of her life had been dedicated to prove people they were wrong as hell. But this was one instance when she couldn't, because the ability was taken away from her.

"She tried to put my body to sleep, but I resisted. Force, it hurt more than rancor mating season. But I gathered that after whatever those silly dark times were, I'd be waking up in my body again. So I decided to leave it. But I didn't want her to follow me, to try to change something. So I left an imprint in my physical mind, so that whenever the body woke up, it would know certain things. Like control of the Force, and who you guys were, and the rest of the family. And I left a nagging sensation in the body that it simply had to go back to Endelaan, to come here.

Myself... I managed to move inside a rock. If the body died, I wouldn't be gone. Not exactly body hopping like daddie used to do, but the idea is generally the same."

The woman and Nessa's sprawled images vanished, leaving the three of them now back in the cavern as it was.

"And then things get kind of mooshed up. Apparently, time moves differently for rocks. Human-years feel like nanoseconds. The few times I gained enough active consciousness, it was already a few generations after that day. I closed Endelaan down, bringing it back to how it was before me and Dio took our places here. And made sure the Forbidden Temple was untouched. I think some tribal wars happened the last few seconds I had to understand what was going on."

Now she shrugged, smiling again, looking [member="Asteria deWinter"] and [member="Cameron Centurion"] .

"So how long has it been? I see you two here, so I'm guessing everyone else has made it too? Where's Diomedes? Where are Brayden and Scheherezade?"
 
The question broke the silence and made Asteria glance at Cameron, whom she now realized and left Nessarose's hug. She didn't speak, looking back at her youngest sister who too now pulled away and set back. Asteria stood perfectly still where she was left, listening to her sister story. The issue of nicknames for the mysterious figure seemed unnecessary but Asteria remembered that her own thoughts of formally met ancestors weren't kind either so she could hardly blame the girl.

As Nessa described the resisting the creature to a rancor mating season, she winced slightly. Just the very thought of it was unpleasant to her ears. She said nothing though, continuing to listen to the story, on how her powerful sister managed to leave her body behind leaving merely an imprint behind on it. That explained plenty, the person Asteria stared at back when they woke up was odd but still, she realized now that she should have realized it wasn't even a fraction of her sister.

It was her that closed Endelaan down, protected it from the outside though not before there had been a war? Asteria blinked but again, remained perfectly quiet. She had told herself seconds had passed since the ancestor had put her to sleep but now, listening to her sister speak of time passing by, a nagging feeling in the back of her mind tried to tell her something important. She was forgetting something important but it didn't appear to be life threatening for to have to stop Nessarose from speaking. But something... it felt as if it was on the tip of her fingers and yet to far to find.

And then Nessarose asked her questions, bringing Asteria back into the now, pushing the thoughts further into her mind. There would be time for that for life. For now, Nessa was asking about Dimedes? Brayden? Scheherezade? Asteria glanced at [member="Cameron Centurion"] for a moment and then back at [member="Nessarose deWinter"], unsure what she was supposed to say. "They weren't with us there, Nessa. I haven't felt them." Her voice was gentle as she took a step closer. The presence of her sister, closest in blood had been strongest to her once she gathered ber bearings, Cameron's signature followed soon after. She had felt even the strangers but they were irrelevant.

But Cameron's son? Brayden and Scheherezade? Asteria hadn't felt them... "Perhaps she hid them somewhere else..," she offered even though she wasn't too convinced herself. Perhaps it would have been safer to separate Diomedes, not to gather so many signatures together but if so, why would she put the two sisters together? And how much would the children stand out compared to Nessa and her? So many questions, she could feel it almost bringing up a headache. But whatever the real answers to those questions, Asteria didn't heart to suggest alternatives to the ones she had offered...
 
Cameron's face was impassive as he listened to [member="Nessarose deWinter"]'s recollection of...not-so-recent events. When the young, well, not so young anymore, woman finished speaking, Cameron remained silent. It was [member="Asteria deWinter"]'s response that piqued his interest. He knew Asteria to be many things...concerned about the offspring of Diomedes and Nessarose hadn't...necessarily been one of them. In fact, she was pretty stringent in her caring for her immediate siblings only. Perhaps her extended nap had changed things? Perhaps not. The thought of Asteria paying any particular attention to such presences, however, almost caused the Sith Lord to smirk. Almost.

"Multiple centuries." It was a concise answer to one of Nessarose's many questions. "You two are the only descendants of your mother I know to be alive." Pausing for a moment, Cameron considered the implication of his words...or more specifically, words he'd not spoken. "I know nothing of my son by Lisa Antares." The Sith Lord didn't mean to imply any amount of real distance by not referring to Diomedes by name. However, time had changed much...emotions he had for those in his past barely even lingered on the surface of his mind now. There were limited exceptions to this, of course.
 
Nessarose stared at [member="Asteria deWinter"] and [member="Cameron Centurion"] and said nothing. This... Was not what she had hoped for. Even in the few flinging moments of normal consciousness she experienced as a rock, there hadn't been a question of weather or not the rest of her loved ones would be there when she woke up. Now though, she realized she had permitted herself so fall into the trap of naivety. She had brothers and sisters, cousins, her other half... And children.

And here there was none but her godfather and a single sister.

Moving her gaze back to Cameron, she narrowed her eyes. "You always kept track on occasion," she found herself saying, her voice slightly shaking, "if not Dio, then at least the twins. Are they dead? Did they have a normal life? Or did they just vanish?"

Clues. She had to find clues. And her sister. Nessarose leaned forward again, grabbing Asteria's hand, needing the comfort of simple touch. "What about our parents? They wouldn't have let themselves just... Die."
 
Turning her head to the side, Asteria listened to [member="Cameron Centurion"] as he made his own remarks, calling them the only descendants of their mother he knew to be alive. Somewhere deep in her mind, Asteria caught herself not seeing too much problem with this... It wasn't that the blonde didn't love her brother or two other sister but the three had somehow been so far from them in the last years that Asteria has gotten herself used to it being just her and Nessarose.

Of course, the memory of her mother made her regret that idea. Not the mother she had met last. That one had no heart. But the one that had raised them all together. She wouldn't have like her thoughts, causing her to banish them quickly.

His mention of 'son of Lisa Antares' made her tilt her head slightly before making the assumption he was indeed talking about Diomedes even if she had no clue as to whom her mother was. She did catch what [member="Nessarose deWinter"] was telling him but she had nothing to respond and she hadn't even gone back to look at her. That was until she felt her hand grabbed, causing Asteria to jerk her head back to the girl.

Their parents? Would they let themselves go? She blinked twice quickly. Their parents? "I... don't know. I haven't seen our mother since our last confrontation," which she had told Nessarose about along time ago. And their father? "Last I saw Xander Starkiller was when he returned from his death and titled me Sith Mistress." She thought of it for a moment. Why she'd even referred to him by his full name, Asteria didn't know. But those were the last times she had seen each of them.

"They would not let themselves perish," she finally announced without so much as a second thought to it. "Perhaps it wouldn't have been mother's attention to live for all eternity but she wouldn't go quietly into the night. And you know him, he'll always have endless supplies of clones." She was sure of that. They were not the same but they both had such strong wills to survive. In fact, between the five Nessarose was curious about, she was more sure of her parents surviving than Diomedes and the children.
 
Cameron offered a swift, dispassionate response to [member="Nessarose deWinter"]'s comments. "Barely." Cameron kept track of much within the galaxy. The only certainty was that his interest only remained so long as the object of said interest was in a position to be...useful to him. When the Gulag Virus swept the galaxy and most of his contacts went dark, Cameron...adapted as he so often did. The days of old were firmly in the past now, and he saw so many hopelessly attempt...to resurrect them. He remembered a time when strength and power were respected, not used by petulant children to bolster false claims to supremacy.

Fortunately, neither of the children presently before him were victims of that. He damn sure would not have allowed them to be anyways, despite their...lineage. Half of it, at least. "Diomedes and the children were part of you. If they were gone forever, you would know." Shifting his gaze to [member="Asteria deWinter"], Cameron smiled thinly. "Your father, however, most certainly did survive. I saw him at a celebration just a few short years ago."

The Sith Lord's pause was purposeful. "At the celebration of his daughter's sixteenth birthday. Whom I am quite familiar with." The statement, however, barely scratched the surface of reality.
 

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