Family: Ties to the Vessia

[Petra Cavataio]

Petra took the girls hands as they sat with her on the ground. Focusing on her memories, she called on the force to bridge the girls to her projection. One memory was selected, and it was old. Channeling the memory into the girls, Petra’s own mind started to ‘play’ the memory. The red sky could be seen, and the heat of the world could be felt. People of different sizes stood side by side in a line with Sith Imperial troopers standing in front and behind the group. All the people were sporting large shock collars around their necks. In front of them was human man in Sith battle armor.

“You have the honor to learn the ways of the Sith… You will…” The man began to speak, but he was interrupted by one in the group. Quickly that group member was on the ground crying out as the collar sent electricity through his body. The one speaking began again, “You will succeed, or one of two things will happen. Death…” And like it was rehearsed, trooper in front of them fired at the man being electrocuted. They killed the man in front of the group. “or life of slavery. To succeed, one must understand our code and use it.” He pointed behind, “Now go through this tomb to find the exit and the temple. In the temple you will learn of the code and next task in your training.”

The group began to head towards the tomb. One stuck out. She worn ancient Dathomirian wrappings that did not hide her red’ish skin. Looking at her face, she had Sith features like the red skin with her eyes were yellow, eyebrows-stalks, and cheek tendrils; however, the biggest thing that stuck out was the very young face of Petra that was hiding among the Sith features. It was first time besides Ra and Nox knowing. Others in her family saw what her true appearance was like before her change to appear more human.

Petra checked with the girls to see if they were fine. “Still with me, girls?” She was making sure they were handling the memory stream that she was giving perfectly fine. They might have issues from what they saw of Petra as a Sith and holding onto the memory might be harder.


[member="Minerva Vessia"]
[member="Bundori Vessia"]

 

[Bundori]

[member="Petra Cavataio"] [member="Minerva Vessia"]

Bundori was listening and feeling then seeing the memories was something that she was uncertain about. Seeing the memeories and the possibility that Petra had been a sith... a real sith a pureblood was something that was surprising to her. She moved her hand to look at Minerva and she remaiend with her sister sticking it out. "It is something strange... but I am with you. learnign from anyone is important." She looked at her sister and they couldn't change the past.. they couldn't make the ancestor not be a sith pureblood.. so ah well she could work on it herself and maybe they could learn sith magics.

 

[Minerva Vessia]

[SIZE=9pt]Untrusting one moment and then…[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=9pt]The temptation came, the idea of exploring new Force knowledge shared by her Grandmother. Minerva found herself breathing a little harder. Her chest rose and fell with each passing moment. The promise of new knowledge mixed with the excitement of danger. It was gratifying in ways she knew it was not good for her.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]Eyes wide shut Minerva’s mind watched the images of the potential. She was no fool, this could be a ruse. She also knew this could be the truth. She watched the scene play out with this all in mind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She was seeing vision of the past but could Petra and Bendori could feel her feelings as well as she could feel theirs as they explored this mental trip together? Minerva has thought about this but still acted honestly to each and every detail of this vision. The first reaction was to the Sith braking commands and punishing a slave. Anger rose in Minerva. Maybe it was her passion for survival showing through, natural reaction to a possible threat.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]On instinct Minerva lifted her hand as the Sith Troopers started to lift their weapons. As if she was actually standing there she was reacting in her mind. Her feet repositioned and she was ready for the somatic gestures of a spell. Her pastel lips puckered ready to sing. She closed her hand though and the troopers fired on the bound slave. In this vision she was not here to fight. She was ready though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]More demands came from the Sith and Minerva still felt like ripping the man apart by spell. As the slaves moved towards the tomb Minerva noticed then one of the slaves, a woman wearing Dathomir clothing but had red skin. It was a pure blood Sith female that wore Dathomir clothing. This surprised and startled the young arcane prodigy Minerva. She started to watch this female Sith intently. Watched every single detail from the way she moved to the facial reactions to her environment.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]Minerva’s lips quivered and her eyes began to water as she seen her Gandmother’s face. There was a single word thought pop into her mind as it tried to grasp what she was seeing. What was the word she thought? Surprised and caught off guard. Feeling frit and worry about her grandmother’s safety in the past moment. She also felt betrayed. It was really silly, she felt betrayed. Like her mind focused like she had felt all her life like she was a pure blood Dathomiri. She should know better as her ancestor mated with a man that was mix of Echani and Kather. But here what she thought was realty was not. Her whole world shifted at that moment and she tried to come to grasp with this knowledge.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]She thought about it though. The mind could think of a lot in a short amount of time. Her lack of air ended and she started to breath heavily again. Logically by a spell point of view by her own realty this was all making more sense then what it should. Minerva was adept in many different types of Force Sorcery. She soaked it in like a sponge at a uncanny rate.[/SIZE]



[SIZE=9pt]“Yes, I am here”,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] she answered her Grandmother’s question if her and Bundori was still there.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]Hearing Bundori speak Minerva took a moment to regain her cool. Mainly to start breathing at a normal rate and not one she was going to start smite mean male Sith Lords. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Minerva did stand up though and moved over to the balcony. Looking out over the valley she looked down at the Rancor horde. They were making awkward noises but you can’t choose the timing when Rancors would mate. Well you might be able to encourage it to get them to breed more.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]“How many of us have you told”,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Minerva’s question was soft and was not demanding. Her voice was shaken though as she tried to understand in her own way. “Are we to keep it a secret too”, she asked the words and emotion played it cool not to sound snarky. Minerva learned early not to talk rudely to her mothers. They loved her but there was line she was not supposed to cross. She assumed she was not supposed to cross that line with her Grandmother.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]“If you care what I think it does not bother me what race you was. I’m just trying to understand”,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] she just came out and was straight forward. The problem with this is she was trying to understand herself. [/SIZE]



[member="Bundori Vessia"] [member="Petra Cavataio"]