Girls Are Gross

[Soliath Devin Talith]

[member="Micah Talith"]

“No. Your mother is, and never was a chain.“ Soliael said quite simply. “The Sith have a code, much like the Jedi, much like everyone else. Part of that code is a statement of gaining victory in order to break chains. These chains are metaphorical of course, the Sith things that certain people, places, events hold them back.”

He explained further, knowing full well how the Sith operated, thought, and acted. “To them, love isn't something that makes them stronger, its a weakness. They don't think the way you and I do. Most Sith aren't rational, Micah. They're so corrupted, so tweaked and changed by the darskide, they see things differently.”

Soliael shook his head.

“Your grandfather lost himself a long time before I was even born.” That was a simple fact. “The darkside twists, it corrupts, it changes you, and it changed him beyond redemption.”

 

[Micah Talith]

"How do you know when someone is beyond redemption then?" What was the line? Was there a way to know? A line or some kind of sign? "How do you know when someone has changed beyond the ability to come back?"

This was getting into deeply philosophical thought. It made him wonder. Especially with the teachings his mother had given him and his sisters. She was a Jedi of the Order, and in her mindset, she would protect all, regardless of their alignment if that was her charge.

"What about uncle Cameron?" Now that was an interesting twist. The Darkside would certainly pulse around their uncle, and there was no denying he is a Sith.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“Your Uncle, like me, is complicated.” Soliael said as he reached another large branch and pulled himself up to it, sitting himself down and urging his son to sit. “The Darkside consumes, corrupts, but it works differently on everyone.”

“Your Uncle Cameron, like your great Oma Sila, is uniquely suited to resisting its effects. Though this can lasts for hundreds of years, even millenia, they too will eventually succumb. With your grandfather, my father, it was different. Those that fall to the darkside, truly fall, are inherently weak, Micah.” That was a simple truth, one that hurt to say.

He smiled, then spun the ring on his finger.

 

[Micah Talith]

Micah would plop down, coming to sit beside his father. He expelled a breath, letting his father's words settle for the moment. So that will eventually happen to his uncle? To his great Oma?

That was a troubling thought for him.

A thought occurred to him then, and he would pan his head over to Soliael. The former False God. His father.

"You said my uncle is complicated like you." he began, then continued slowly, as if voicing the following words were a strain. "That he would one day succumb like great Oma."

A younger face much like his own would stare up at the elder Talith with the worried concern of a child for their parents.

"Does that mean you will as well?"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“No.” Soliael said calmly. “Not anymore.”

The older Talith raised his hand and showed Micah his ring. It was an artifact that surely all of the children were used to seeing by now, though they probably took it as more of a wedding ring than anything else.

Of course it was much more than that. This little ring, the small little circlet of silver was perhaps one of the most powerful Artifacts in the entire galaxy. Partially rendered with Sith Magic, and partially forged with his own strength, it made Soliael one of the most powerful force users in the galaxy. It also had the benefit of keeping him Calm.

“The ring is forged with an Angraal Crystal, it gives me a sense of peace, calm. Its the same Crystal that's in your mothers, and Aela's lightsaber. It stops me from using the darkside completely. Can't succumb if I don't use it.” Soliael said almost cheerfully.

 

[Micah Talith]

Micah would consider his father's words, noting the lighthearted nature, the cheerful note in the end. His gaze would drop to Soliael's ring, one he thought to be just a mere wedding ring, surprised to discover that it was much more. So as long as he wears it... Then he can't use the Darkside of the Force?

"What happens then if you ever take it off?" He asked, then pressed further,"So... That ring is the only thing that has been preventing you from using the Darkside?"

Further still.

"Without it... Then what? Are you no longer calm? Do you change?" That thought was alarming. Did his dad turn into someone else entirely? Was a ring all that made him his dad?

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“No.” Soliael said. “The Darkside changes you slowly. At least when you know your own strength, your own power.”

“I wouldn't change immediately, but over time, over dozens...maybe hundreds of years I would change like everyone who uses the darkside does.” That was the simple truth. He had always told his children the truth, and he would always tell them the truth. He would have eventually fallen to the darksides effects, in fact he nearly had.

Though it had been the technovirus then, the idea was the same.

Or rather the result would have been.

 

[Micah Talith]

Micah gave a nod, taking that in. That would relieve him of that nagging feeling. Okay, so it was a slow process. Something that would take dozens or maybe hundreds of years. Okay, yeah, that certainly made him feel better.

"I guess that's good then we get to live a long while," he'd say as a joke, well aware how old his great great Oma was. He recalled back when Aela first had told his sisters and him just how long the Queen of Kuat has lived. He also recalled with slight fondness that he had said that they don't have enough fingers or toes to count all of that, not in the entire family!

It was true, part of their genetics, or so he was told. He and his sisters may not live to the extent his great great Oma could, but the linage given to him by his father would ensure that they all lived longer than the average human --

A pause.

His jovial face would slowly start to wane, and in its place a sobering expression. Finally, he would look back up to [member="Soliael Devin Talith"], his father, and asked, "Dad," he began, giving a slight frown of his brows.

"...Mum's just a human right?"

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“Yes.” Soliael said, once again not shying away from the truth.

Kira was a human, but she was a Lorrdian. Of course that had little effect on how long she lived, which was of course what Micah was getting at. The thought was a dark one, but it was also one that Soliael had had himself. He would far outlive his wife, and likely, his children.

Though there was no need to say that.

“But, she has the force.” Soliael said simply. “She'll live for decades to come, Draith. Don't worry about that.”

Worrying about the future never really got you anywhere, not anywhere good anyway.

 

[Micah Talith]

That was easier said than done. A seed would be planted then. A concern. A worry. Micah would frown, deep in thought. Could it be stopped? Was there something he could do? Perhaps that was a discussion best left to his great Uncle Dissero.

It was a curious train of thought. What child ever would want to see the death of their parents?

Well, the ones who had a good relationship with them at least. So Micah would give his father a half grin, a curt nod, and force lighthearted expression.

“Mm, and bake cookies in every single one.” he’d joke, coming to his feet. A hand would run through the messy mop of his hair, the climbing gear jingling as he did so.

Bright orange eyes would gaze out onto the sea of green wroshyr trees. “What did you want to do after this?” he asked, curious, changing the topic.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael shrugged.

They still had a ways to go until the top of the tree, perhaps another quarter of a kilometer. He frowned slightly and gazed up the massive tree. Kashyyyk was a planet that worked on a different scale than the rest of the galaxy.

Coruscant was massive, Dac was oceanic, but Kashyyyk...Kashyyyk seemed to be the planet of the gods of nature. No world in Moross had ever come close to it's majesty. His hand curled onto the branch below him, and Soliael smiled slightly as he felt a pulse from the tree, a small etching of life that could be found in all nature.

“Maybe a trip to the shadowlands.” Dangerous...but fun. “Just don't tell your mother.”