Family First

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael looked around in wonderment at his fathers throne room. The architecture was neat and tidy, it was clean but had a sort of...edge to it. The room reminded him of the old tombs on Korriban, of ancient Sith Lords long passed. He walked over to his fathers throne, his foot steps echoing as he did so. For a moment he completely forgot about his sister, not ignoring her but just forgetting.

He wandered over to the throne and ran a single finger over the stone. Dust came off of it, and nothing more. Soliael scowled slightly, apparently displeased by the result. Suddenly Anwens voice broke through the silent air. Her mother? It took him a second to realize who she meant, forgetting that Anwen actually had a mother. For a tiny second he felt bad for her, knowing that she had never felt the touch of family like he had. Then he regarded her.

“Show me?” Soliael asked her quietly. He wondered if Moridin had locked anyway else away, perhaps there was someone else.

 

[Anara Valnor]

She eyed their father's throne for a moment and felt the urge to sit upon it, but Soliael's voice shattered whatever daze she might have been in. With a nod she caught his gaze before moving around the throne, to a doorway that was hidden in shadow. Her mother had told her about how Moridin had locked her away and had even shared the memories with her. Moving as though she were walking through a dream she led Soliael down a short corridor, the air stagnant and smelling of years long forgotten.

Finally she stopped before a door that looked as though it had been repaired; the dust upon the door was not as thick as with the rest of the corridor. By now Anwen's head was pounding and she felt rather ill, but still she assumed it was because she simply needed to eat. Deciding not to trouble Soliael with her bodies silly weakness she turned toward him, smiling as she indicated the door.

"Here...She slept here for over 400 years...Father planned to awaken her when the plague passed, but someone found her before he could. He loved her..."

She smiled sadly and looked away, her eyes settling upon the door once more. What might her life have been like if Anara and Moridin hadn't been torn apart?

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[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael followed his little sister though the winding halls and tunnels, and as he moved he began to feel a darkness come over him. It was akin to the feeling he felt when he was in The Pit. He could feel a dark present surrounding him, clawing at him.

Were they getting nearer to the Nexus? Soliael could feel the darkside of the force encroaching, biting and clawing its way in the corridor. The Sith Lord frowned as they moved deeper towards the core of Byss. This feeling had been present in Moridins throne room, but now...now it was getting worse and worse. When Anwen finally told him they had arrived he stared at the door before her. Slowly Soliael wandered towards it, touching Anwens back in a comforting manner to make sure she wasn't scared.

As soon as he touched the door Soliael recoiled, a flash of an image running through him. A spiderweb of corruption spiked on his mind for just a moment and he removed his palm in surprise.

“There's...something in there.” Soliael said with a frown, something terrible and dark.

Slowly Soliael pushed on the doors, the two golden slabs sliding apart with practiced ease. As soon as he opened the door a wash of the darkside fell out, as if a tusnami of corruption fell out. Soliael simply blinked, letting it slide past him. He turned to Anwen, seeing if she was okay though his attention was caught on the source of the corruption.

He swiveled his head, looking at the end of the chamber. There within a small stasis pod was contained a figure. Soliael couldn't tell the gender of the figure, disheveled hair and blackened skin made that impossible. He stared at it, seeing the figure for what it was, a corrupted mess. Soliael stepped into the chamber, wandering closer to stasis pod.

 

[Anara Valnor]

The wave of corruption slammed into her as though she had been punched in the gut. The wind was knocked from her lungs, but somehow she remained on her fee. Swaying she forced a smile for her brother's sake, shuffling after him. The pain in her head grew and her stomach twisted. Perhaps she wasn't simply hungry. Panting she looked after Soliael, eyes heavy.

"Sol...iael."

His name was barely above a whisper upon her lips as she swayed, her mind succumbing to the pain. Her vision blurred as all the strength left her body. As darkness engulfed her she collapsed, a weak cry passing her lips.

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[Sven Talith]

As Soliael walked towards the stasis pod and Anwen fell to the floor unconscious a single proud voice broke through the air. It was a voice of command, one that flowed with authority and resounded through the hall like thunder, one that spoke volumes and demanded attention above all things.

“STOP!” Sven shouted at the top of his lungs as he drew his WESTAR-43 from his holster and pointed it at the strange man that had walked towards Sables pod. There was a fire in his eyes and ice in his voice as he looked at the man. He saw Anwen fall to the ground and concern raced through him, but anger welled up within him as the strange man came closer and closer to Sable's pod. Finally the man turned around, his orange eyes flaring slightly as he turned to face Sven.

Sven didn't stop to think about who he was, the thought of this being his brother did not even occur to him. Anger flared throughout him, and without another word Sven simply acted. The King of Byss looked at the Sith, and then simply pulled the trigger of his weapon.

Three times the WESTAR rung out, the slight high pitched whining noise rung out within the hall. Each of the three blaster bolts hit home and Soliael was struck by the high intensity plasma square in the chest. The Sith dropped to the ground almost instantly.

As soon as the man fell to the ground Sven dashed to his sister, checking her breathing and making sure that she was okay. Within seconds he determined she had just feinted, something he could do nothing about Sven tore off his jacket and placed it beneath her head, making her unconscious form more comfortable. Quickly Sven got back to his feet, running over to Sable's pod and checking it.

The Sith had not made it to her and the pod still held his love tightly in place. He smiled slightly, some of his anger subsiding. Slowly with his charric still drawn Sven walked over to the Sith.

He kicked the man and rolled him over onto the back, the Sith letting out a loud groan. He noted the armor the man wore and grimaced. Sven squatted down next to the man, placing the blaster onto his skull and speaking with ice in his voice. “Now. Why don't you tell me who the kark you are?”