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Kaneha watched the holorecording with a look of confusion at first. There were two bodies on the laboratory tables, and one was most definitely her mother. Younger, and more full of energy. Then she watched a bizarre ritual as she saw the essence of her mother move into the more human body next to her previous one. Then the whole business with the Force choking...
”Guess something was said that ticked her off.” The Mirialan said simply, ”And that few things changed after that day. Namely, looks like she chose to go back to the green body at some point.”
Her form began to relax some as she lowered herself back into the seat across from Onrai. There was a moment of processing going on her face. Firstly, learning that her mother had Force abilities. That was something Allarna...Alraune....whatever her true name was...never showed her. Yet, she could not deny that the green woman in that recording was the woman she called her mother. Her eyes flicked over to Vanessa.
”And I guess she resents you on some level. Between that attack and how she hates Sith...” She sigh,
”I suppose I am to call you grandmother.”
The word sounded more bitter than anything. The woman across from her was, by all definitions, her grandmother. Her mother's creator. A strange family tree indeed. Kaneha seemed the tiniest bit despondent. One of her own family, among the very types of beings that she fought against.
