Causing Chaos (Kära Vi'dreya)

[Sin Lykos]

Sin looked up at Thyrian and felt himself relax slightly at the huge being's words. Sin could almost sense the strength and power emanating from both Thyrian and Kara; if they were both protecting him...he could be nearly invincible! Offering a small smile to the both of them, Sin reached out and took a cookie, nibbling it with quick, sharp bites as his mind wandered to a future vision of himself: the most powerful person in the Galaxy. And he could do whatever he wanted. He could find his family, get his revenge on them for leaving him... Sin was so caught up in his internal excitement at the idea that it wasn't until the remainder of the cookie shot out of his hand and flew across the mess hall, chairs scattering noisily out of its way, that he returned to the present. Biting his lip as he surveyed the mess, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he mumbled a quiet apology.

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[Lief]

Kara allowed Thyrian to have his say, and just as she expected he was treating the young boy the same way he had treated the young Kara - protectively. Even before she had subjugated him to her will Thyrian had been defensive where she was concerned, and the Knight knew why. But she would not tell her fiery-Apprentice the reason. When they were done a small silence spread over them, and she let it, the boy looked very thoughtful, but also content, and she knew at that moment that she had him. He was not the Ashborn who required subjugation to reignite his fire and put him back on the right path, nor was he like Arthos who needed ta firm hand in order for plans to work. No, Sin would be hers to shape as she wished, malleable enough that she could raise him to be great. That was the thing about youth, after all, and Sin seemed healthy enough. He would receive the best - training, health care, education, whatever he required it would be his, by her command.

And then there was a crash, as the cookie and several chairs were sent flying. While the boy was apologetic Kara did something unusual - she smiled, a genuine smile which lit up her face, the likes of which Ashborn had never seen from her. "We're going to have to help you learn to control that, Sin. But first, it is a long way through space to our destination, and I've yet to show you your quarters." These she had also had planned out for around a year now, and when she rose up and offered him a hand it was almost with motherly affection. Yet mothers had an authority of their own - and she hoped to harness this and use it against him. When she led him to the room she gestured him inside. A bed of his own, somewhere to store belongings he would acquire - and the wardrobe itself had clothes in there for him, both ones of his usual styling and the robes of the Sith, too, for when he was ready to transcend. There were a few board games and even some toys scattered around, yet everything looked neat and in it's place.

"Welcome home, son," she simply whispered, a hand on his shoulder, her voice caring. One glance to Ashborn, however, would let him know not to worry - she was not growing soft, this was all part of his indoctrination, all part of her plan.

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[Sin Lykos]

Sin stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the room and simply stood in the doorway, staring around at everything there, his brown eyes huge and his mouth open in wonder. This was his room? There were more things here than Sin could ever remember owning in his life. Eventually he pulled himself together enough to tiptoe timidly into the room, as though fearing his presence there would scar the perfection of it. Reaching out his hand, he placed it gently down on the bed, almost testing it to see if it was real. When his hand made contact with the soft covers, he let out a quiet noise somewhere between a gasp and a sob, and he slowly turned back to face Kara, his eyes glistening slightly with tears of gratitude.

"Thank you..." he said, his voice a soft whisper. "For everything. Thank you..."

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[Thyrian Hearthfire]

The Ashborn stood quietly, as he often would, observing the little boy wandering about the room. He seemed overtaken by it all, and rightfully so. From the looks of it he had not owned a lot in life save for the tattered clothes on his back. He could relate; he himself has never owned anything save for his protective armour and his two lightsabers, and the former was more for the sake of others rather than himself. The boy needed a steady foundation to stand upon, hence the abundance of food as well as toys. But in his head, he knew this was all part of his master's plan to mold the boy into what she saw fit - the one thing she could not accomplish in the Ashborn. He was already molded, created by others for reasons unknown. Nothing would prevent his fiery nature, nor his slowly decaying sanity, it seemed. Kära had been given a new plaything, something she would own for a long time to come. That was the way it had to be, sooner or later. Taking his leave of the two, he wandered onto the bridge where Skydd was piloting the ship. He took a seat by the window and stared into the empty void surrounding them. He felt... old.

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[Lief]

"You're welcome, Sin" she said, stepping into the room and taking a seat on the extremely comfortable bed. "You've had so little for so long, it's time you were brought back into society. You're my son now, not just my Apprentice. And you will only have the very best, as is befitting. There are clothes in the wardrobe for you to change into, warm and of the best quality. Some are even fashioned to match your present attire, should you hold a preference for them." Reaching out she ruffled his hair again. "There is a shower in the room adjoining" she said, gesturing to the en suite, "wash and dress, then we will talk more." Then she rose back up and walked towards the door way. "Oh, and Sin... Never forget you're not alone." Then she stepped out of the room, allowing the door to close behind her to give him privacy as he was allowed to explore the room. Finally she made it to the bridge, where Ashborn and Skydd awaited. Worry not, Apprentice. You have not lost favour with me. She did not say this aloud, there was still much to be kept from the young boy, and this alone should have shown Ashborn the true reasons behind it.

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[Thyrian Hearthfire]

The words spoken by his master inside his mind was a small comfort; he knew she did would not disown or abandon him - he was hers, after all, truly and fully - but his concerns were of a different nature. The visions of his had become more vivid - clearer and appearing more often. Every time they would occur, his inner self would cause him pain so that he would forget. The Ashborn feared that should he ever find out the true nature of these visions, his other demonic half would take over and destroy what remained of him. There was an ongoing struggle within him, between two beings battling over the scarred and broken remains of a shell-of-a-man. Despite it all, Thyrian would remain true to his Queen, and now also her protegé. Until his dying breath.

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[Sin Lykos]

After Kara left, Sin simply sat on the bed for a while, completely unable to move. This was a completely new feeling to him and he was overwhelmed by everything that had happened. His young mind raced as he tried to process everything that had happened since he had woken up that morning. His home was gone - his old home anyway; he had left it behind, possibly forever. A strange sensation came over him at the thought, one of nervous excitement. In all his ten years he had never even dared to even think of leaving Coruscant and now that he had... Now he was being taken to...he didn't know where. He suddenly felt a strange burst of longing, longing for the streets he had grown to know so well, the sights, sounds, smells of his old home. For the second time that day, Sin felt vulnerable, small, scared.

Slowly, he bent down and picked up one of the toys sitting on the floor by the bed, hugging it tightly as he began to sob uncontrollably. He didn't even truly know exactly why he was crying. It was a long and inevitable release of emotion: gratitude to his new friends - his new family; sadness for his departure of the world he knew so well; fear of what was to come, the unknown; and pain - pain from all the loss he had suffered... Sin cried and cried until he thought his heart would break. And finally, the tears stopped. Sin lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath. For the first time in a long time, he felt almost completely calm and at peace with everything.

Presently, he remembered Kara's suggestion of washing and changing, and he got up to explore the bathroom. He spent a long time washing himself, revelling in the feeling of being clean of the dirt from the streets that had clung to him. When he was finally satisfied, he went to his wardrobe, admiring the clothes that had been chosen for him and trailing his fingers along the fabric of the strange robes that were also there. He was tempted to try them on but something stopped him, convincing him to instead pull on an outfit very similar to his old one. Glancing down at himself, he gave a satisfied nod and hesitated slightly before quietly leaving the room, setting off with a mind to explore the ship.

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