Family First

[Cedric Dorn]

Soliael looked at his little sister, a smile had formed on his face. He believed her when she said Moridin had not been cruel to her, though he did not believe their father had never been cruel. Moridin was a Sith Lord of such unimaginable ego that he had likely never known true kindness once in his life. Soliael imagined him as a miserable being without family, trust, or anything of the like. From what his mother had told him that much was true, Moridin had been alone, though he suspected he had liked it that way.

Slowly Soliael let out a sigh, looking at his tiny younger sister and wondering if she would ever accept what their father was.

“Have you explored much of this place?” It was another simple question, he had many.

 

[Anara Valnor]

"Sort of...I do as much as I can when alone, but Sven and Cora have the place rigged. I can't get into some areas."

At that moment she turned, taking Soliael's hand in her own as she dropped her bag. With ease she led him down the hallway she had just been staring at, stopping short of a large durasteel door. The door was new and intricately put together, meaning Anwen had no way to get into her father's laboratories that lay hidden beyond. Releasing Soliael's hand she stepped toward the door and placed a hand against the cold metal, bright eyes transfixed upon the dull surface of the door.

"I was awoken beyond this door...but...I remember so little of what it looked like, everything happened so fast that day."

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Soliael looked at the large durasteel blast door. The massive gate would be nearly impenetrable and as the Sith looked upon it he found himself quite surprised by the weight behind it. Slowly he reached out with the force towards the door, he probed the massive steel door and found several weaknesses within the metal. Slowly Soliael opened his right eye, the bright orange of his iris shinned slightly, giving off a soft glow as the Sith began to concentrate.

A black line crossed over Soliaels right eye unnoticeable by the Sith. As soon as the line drifted across his vision the door before him creaked and groaned, and suddenly a black light split apart the massive gate.

Within seconds the doors groaned open revealing the massive hallways behind them. Soliael smiled slightly as he looked into the deep blackness of the laboratory beyond. Slowly he looked down at his sister a smile on his face, the pale glow of his eyes shinning slightly in the dark. “Feel like exploring?”

 

[Anara Valnor]

Torn between watching her brother and what he was doing to the door she found herself looking between the two, eyes wide. Soliael was strong and his aura enveloped her for a moment, before her own power forced him back. Bright sapphire eyes, aglow with power she could not yet fathom or control, stared down the darkened corridors before them before she finally met her brother's gaze. Both of their eyes were glowing, their raw power clashing against one another in a silent battle. Smiling, Anwen nodded and darted forward, an excited giggle passing her lips.

"Sven is going to be so mad when he gets home!"

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Soliael did not respond to his sister, he was far too enamored with what lay ahead of him. He knew that nothing was alive down there anymore. He would sense any sith spawn or other creations that his Father would have created. A frown creased his lips as he followed along with this sister. Something was wrong here, he could sense it.

There was a piece of Moridin here, something that he had left behind. This was of course not all that surprising, this after all was Moridins former mansion and home, but the aura seemed...wrong. It did not seem like the other artifacts of Moridin Soliael had come across, this one seemed...brighter, almost less tainted. Slowly he walked behind Anwen, following after her in the dark until they came upon a turn. Anwen would recognize this, to the right would be heading back to the laboratory where Anwen had been made, to the left was unknown.

“Where to?” Soliael said asking her calmly. She had been down here before, albeit briefly. But he still hoped that she would know.

 

[Anara Valnor]

Fragmented memories assaulted her as they stood before the fork in their path. Brow furrowed, she chewed her bottom lip as she squeezed her eyes shut. The day of her awakening had been rough as she had been incredibly disoriented. Everything had been hard to comprehend that day and so it was no wonder that her mind had retained little of the information presented to her. However, as she stood there a familiar sensation touched her mind.

"Father..."

Her voice was soft and for a moment it sounded as though she expected Moridin to come walking from the shadows to greet her. Turning her head to the right she smiled brightly and darted forward, motioning absently for Soliael to follow. After her short burst of speed she slowed to an easy pace, bright eyes taking in the corridor around them as more memories assaulted her.

"I've been here before..."

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[Cedric Dorn]

Soliael wandered after his sister. He had never been down here obviously so there was no memories here, he was weary of touching anything not wanting to set off his latent Psychometry. Only a small part of him was Kiffar, in fact he was barely anything. Most of his genetics he had found came from his mothers side. Garhoon blood ran strongly through him and he was far stronger and faster than the average human, though that came with a certain...blood lust. Soliael did not drink blood, he didn't need to though he enjoyed the orgy of death and killing that was combat.

The other strong piece of genetics Soliael had from his mother was that of the Zeltrons. The interesting pink skinned species that so often thought pleasure. Unfortunately for him Soliael had only inherited the “bad” parts of being from that particular genetic line. At all times Soliael craved the more...carnal side of life. His body unwittingly gave off pheromones depending on his current state, which depending on the situation was either good or bad.

He smiled slightly, wondering what genetics went into his brother and sister. He knew that Moridin had tinkered with both of them. Though he did not know what exactly. Soliael frowned slightly, then watched after his sister. “Slow down.”

He warned, knowing that his father had likely not made this place the most pleasant of homes,

 

[Anara Valnor]

She glanced over her shoulder at Soliael, nodding absently. She fell into step beside her brother, her eyes darting to and fro as she took everything in. Their walk down the corridor didn't take long as eventually it opened up into a much larger chamber, a chamber she recalled vividly. Hidden in the shadows ahead she saw her tank and her brow knit together as a chill raced up her spine. Wrapping her arms around herself she moved further into the large chamber, bright eyes scanning their surroundings.

For only a moment she thought of leaving Soliael to explore, but then she remembered that this had been Moridin's realm, a place she would likely find many horrors. Not wishing to touch anything and be assaulted by memories that were never meant for her, she stayed close to Soliael, her bright eyes looking up to his for guidance.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Soliael looked at his fathers laboratory, it was interesting to say the least. He guessed that the massive tube at the end of the lab was where Anwen had been kept, though that was not the extent of the massive facility. There were dozens of different test tubes and different objects lined the walls. The skeleton of a dog like creature sat atop one of the tables in the center of the room. Slowly the Sith walked into the laboratory, taking in the air of the place.

He frowned slightly as he saw the writings on the wall and the stacks of paper.

This was where his father had worked, or at least partially. This was where he had created his siblings and anything else along those lines. Soliael ran his hand over drawing of one of the hound like creatures that lay dead on the table. Had his father drawn this? Or had it been one of his servants. His frown deepened as he walked over to the end of the table and picked up a small leather bound journal.

He opened it and began to read. The writings were from Moridin and they detailed the creation of SithSpawn. They told him that Moridin had never been gifted in Sith Alchemy, though he had tried his hands at it several times, hence the creation of these hounds.

Soliael frowned slightly as he read one word, technobeast. It was a term he had never heard of, and his curiosity was peeked.

 

[Anara Valnor]

Peering over Soliael's arm she read along with him for a moment, before moving away as the book was little more than nonsense to her. Arms still wrapped tightly around herself she wandered further into her father's lab, bright eyes filled with sadness. For all the stories she had heard of her father she found it hard to think ill of him, he had taught her so much and had always treated her well. Had it all been a lie?

Frowning she wandered away from Soliael and found a desk cluttered with various books and papers, all covered in a thin layer of dust. For a moment she simply stared at the clutter upon the desk, then slowly she sank into the chair and began sifting through her father's things. What exactly she was looking for was beyond her, but with each piece of paper she touched she was hesitant as she expected his memories to assault her at any moment. As she scanned the pages she came across a few pages that mentioned a female subject, a female subject that sounded an awful lot like herself. Frowning she read the pages, her hands trembling.

"Sol...Soliael..."

Her voice shook and she turned to look at her brother, worry clearly written in her gaze as she held the pages out to him.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Soliael snapped back into existence as he heard his sister speak. He frowned slightly and then swept up the journal he had been holding. He grabbed two more leather bound books exactly like it and stacked them underneath his arm. He looked around to see if there were anymore, though none were around. The manuscripts would help him decipher Moridins learning. He knew that his father had never been all that successful in alchemy, rumor and the Sith Empires own archives confirmed that much. Still the words of techno-beasts and the like had piqued his interest greatly and he was curious as to what his father had to say on the subject matter.

Moridin had been nothing if not a keen observer.

Slowly he wandered over to where Anwen was standing, he stood over her and looked down at the documents on the table. Most of them were crude drawings and writings like the journals. A sketch of Anara Valnor's face lay on the side of the table next to experiment logs.

This was the detailing of Anwens creation, what she was, who she was, and what was “wrong” with her. He frowned slightly, an then softly grabbed her arm. Soliael turned his sister around and then collected the papers into a single neat pile. He spotted a satchel at the far end of the room and quickly retrieved it. Slowly he slipped the journals into the messenger bag along with the research notes on Anwens creation.

He doubted that was all that was hear, but he could sense Anwens angst, even without the force. “Lets look in the other direction.”

There was still more of this lab to explore, and Soliael doubted it was all like this.

 

[Anara Valnor]

Lost in her own thoughts she allowed her brother to lead her away from the desk, her eyes distant. She no longer felt like exploring as she continued to mull over what she had just read. I...I was never meant to...live... She was not accustomed to feeling sad as she had little to be sad about, but a strange ache was forming in her chest as her stomach rolled. She felt oddly ill.

With a sigh she followed silently behind Soliael, teeth hooked in her bottom lip as she worked on keeping herself calm. She didn't want her flames coming forth again and she could tell that at any second she was ready to cry; she didn't want Soliael to see her crying again. Still lost in her own thoughts she tinkered with a small wooden object she didn't recall picking up, her fingers deftly moving the small pieces about until the small object gave a loud pop.

Suddenly pulled from her thoughts she looked down at the strange cube in her hands and the intricate designs upon its wooden surface. For a moment Anwen forgotten all about her sadness and her brother as she focused completely in the unknown cube within her petite hands.

@[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Immediately after the small wooden box opened Soliael snapped his eyes open in shock. He felt a massive wave of the darkside flow over the hallway crossing over both him and Anwen. He sensed it, he sensed what could only be his father. Almost out of instinct Soliael snatched the wooden prop away from his little sister. His hand was like a Viper, moving the object away from Anwen and tossing it against the wall.

Of course it was already too late. The wooden box had been a prototype, a forethought of Moridins holocron. It had contained a portion of Moridins knowledge, knowledge that was now firmly embedded in his sisters mind.

Soliael didn't know this of course, but he knew that whatever the object had been it was not good for Anwen.

 

[Anara Valnor]

"Hey!"

Bright orbs stared at her brother, a frown upon her lips as she rubbed her hands together. The one that had been holding the small box was tingling in an almost painful manner, but she was able to ignore. "Why did you do that?" She looked to where the wooden box had gone as though she intended to retrieve it. However, Anwen stayed where she was and held her brother's gaze, a sudden chill racing up her spine and causing her to tremble ever so slightly. She thought nothing of the chill and simply wrapped her arms around herself, her hand still tingling.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“Because, that came from Moridin, and whatever it is.” Soliael glanced at the object now half smashed on the ground. The wooden box was rather broken and cracked, though a small crystal was still seen within the center. He looked at it for a few seconds, and then wandered over to it. Only slightly haphazardly Soliael picked up the small box, this time absolutely nothing happened.

The False god scowled, inspecting the small device. He had no idea what it was, though if he had to guess he wouldve said it was a type of holocron. Perhaps Moridin had designed something special, but Soliael had never even heard of a wooden holocron.

Slowly he placed the object into his bag, and then looked back at his sister. “Tell me if you start feeling...sick.”

With that he stood and began to walk, there was no need to baby Anwen. She was an adult, and they could discuss this later.

 

[Anara Valnor]

She could only nod as with a certain sadness she watched Soliael tuck what remained of the wooden box away in his bag. She wanted the box back, but knew that whatever went into the bag was likely to remain with him. With a sigh she followed after her eldest brother, arms still wrapped about herself. She appreciated the fact that he hadn't freaked out about the box as badly as Sven probably would have, but she wasn't about to voice such feelings currently. Something about their father's lab had made the air around them oddly tense or so Anwen felt; she didn't like it.

Perhaps some idle conversation could set things at ease again.

"Soliael...whats it like having a mother?"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael stopped for a few seconds peering back at his sister. For a second he couldn't answer the question. The experience he had had with his mother was hardly normal. She had of course been kind and caring at times...if one could call it that, but she had been there at the very least. Quietus was an odd duck, there was no other way to describe it. She had shielded him and protected him from thousands of different evils, the greatest of which was of course Moridin. But their relationship was still anything but normal.

“Much like having a sibling.” Soliael said as he began to walk again. “Albeit more so. Its like having someone thats always there for you.”

He shrugged slightly, it was difficult to explain.

 

[Anara Valnor]

She nodded in response and walked a little faster so that she could walk beside her brother. Another chill shook her small form, but she thought little of it and chalked it up to their father's lab. "Oh..." Licking her lips, a strange sensation swept over Anwen as her eyes moved from the various doors lining the hallway. "How big do you think this place is?" Her voice was soft as she spoke and it wasn't entirely clear if her question was meant for Soliael or not.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“I wouldn't be surprised if it goes on for miles.” Soliael said as he began to wander towards another hallway. He felt drawn to this one, and quickly he pulled Anwen along, not physically of course. The Sith wandered along the halls, seemingly following the echos of his now dead father. He turned another corner, and then found himself standing before a large set of double doors. Soliael looked at them, knowing that whatever was beyond here was likely important.

Soliael knew that his father had spent centuries down here, holed up in this place waiting for the plague to pass along the galaxy. This was where his Mother and Oma had found Moridin, this exact place. He frowned slightly as he placed a hand on the doors. “Don't move.”

He warned her, not sure what was about to happen. A surge of energy pulsed through his arm and into the doors. The heavy wood and metal blasted apart into pieces. The doors splintered and fell apart, revealing the Dreadlords throne room.

 

[Anara Valnor]

At her brothers word she remained still, holding her breath for some odd reason. As the door burst apart and revealed their father's throne room she exhaled, the air rushing from her lungs as a strange feeling washed over her. Bright eyes darted about as she stepped up behind her brother, another chill shaking her small form. She wrapped an arm about her abdomen as another wave of nausea washed over her.

It had been several hours since she had eaten and so Anwen assumed she was simply hungry. Letting her arm fall back to her side, she glanced over at Soliael, the moved into their father's throne room. Dust covered the floor and throne at the far end of the room, but it was still awe inspiring even after so many years.

"Mother was locked away beneath this room..."

Her voice was soft, but it echoed through the massive room regardless.

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