Related To A Rat

[Cedric Dorn]

“Do you know where most of our family is?” Cedric said as he approached his cousin, stopping in front of him with eyes looking down. He was still considerably taller than Kiber was, and his eyes were a dark emerald green. “Dead. In Prison. Or made to be slaves by scum.”

He was sure there were others, others that were free, but Kiber had been the one he'd found first, Kiber had been the one he found most easily.

“You Cousin, may not be perfect, but you are here.” Trustworthy or not Kiber was family. That meant something, or it should mean something.

Plus, eventually Kiber would turn, mature perhaps.

Or so Cedric hoped.

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Well stop the bus a moment.

“What?”

He knew that Karin Dorn had been knocked off, Sith rivarly and all but he had always found her loathsome. He hated the scorn that she had held for the rest of the family, hilarious given that he was much the same. She resented the parents that pushed her, so did he. Only difference was that good old Aunt K didn't run away to sell drugs to the circus.

Perhaps he resented her for succeeding in the areas where he failed. Nah, too much thought there. Let's back that up there.

“You serious?”

He paused for a moment, moving to scratch at his blond party-stubble. He had never planned to speak to his parents, or sibling, or any of his family ever again and yet…

“You mean my folks are…?”

 

[Cedric Dorn]

For a moment Cedric took pity on Kiber.

He had no idea what the situation was there, he had no idea how Kiber was with his parents. There was no way to tell actually, unless the man spoke the words himself. However Cedric knew that his family was likely either dead or enslaved.

“Either dead, or enslaved.” Cedric said simply.

That was the truth of it. He didn't know exact details, wasn't entirely sure if his own immediate family was dead, but he was sure that he could find out.

“Most of them are.” He said quietly, almost mournfully. "We are two of the few free ones."

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Dead or enslaved.

That notion caused a frown to crest upon his pointed face. It wasn't the easiest thing to accept, as cold and callous as he might have been about his family, he didn't quite wish death or enslavement upon them. He didn't know what he wished for them. That they'd miss him? That they'd be miserable?

Didn't know, didn't think about it until now.

“That's...rough,” he replied, brow still furrowed, his verbal response a lot more casual than one would have expected. It had after all, been over a decade since he had seen them last but….everyone?

Brothers and sisters too? He didn't hate 'em all, not really.

“But why? Who?”

Thought process. Who had been sent to kill him, seemingly out of the blue only on the merit of his surname.

“...Zambrano?”

[member="Cedric Dorn"]

 

[Cedric Dorn]

[member="Kiber Dorn"]

Cedric sneered.

That sniveling little whelp was counted as one of the few in the galaxy that Cedric would eventually murder, if only for the sheer joy of it. In the end through he shrugged. The misfortune of the Dorns was not all due to the Zambranos, the sniveling family of weasels could be ignored.

“It doesn't matter.” Cedric said with a harsh bite to his words. “It has happened, and I intend to...reverse our families misfortunes.”

Starting with retaking Thule.

It wouldn't be easy. Right now the Mandalorians were the ones in control of the planet. Force knew what they had done to the place, but Cedric knew that the tides of the galaxy were changing, he knew that in due course Thule would belong once again to the Dorns, to him.

All he had to do was convince Kiber to join him.