Private Shadows of Breath

[Halitus Veikis]

The First Son had a hard time with her ferocity, she fought with a rage that pressed him back and then she took him to the ground and began to smite him repeatedly with her weapon. He merely looked up at her with a smile, and as she took notice of his pleasure and paused he said,
“Go ahead.. do it! I sense it in you, the dark power. It is rising to the surface even now!”
His words seemed to irritate her as she got off him, something he had to confess was a relief. A Jedi that close was a desecration, and yet he had to confess that other senses were stirring. He suppressed them, what was at stake was The Vrapas Order, and The Father was now siding with these Jedi. He knew what he had to do, seeing Kravas and Naile fighting and being knocked into the dust by the Vanguard made him keen to cut the throats of those remaining Ashlakiur. But that would have to wait, his target was now The Father.

 

[Darth Halitus]

The Father brought The Mother into the medical ward of the ship. Staff began to tend to Noomi, running scans as one Medical Officer shouted,
“Prep her for surgery!”
The Darth looked at his Love unconscious with a wound that could mean her end. He felt his mind begin to fragment, the thought of losing her unbearable. Then his mind shifted to his First Son who had reduced the Mother of his Child to this critical state, hate flowing in the Dark Lord. Once he knew if She would survive, Lord Halitus woukd turn his wrath on Veikis.
The rift had formed, and it would be insurmountable. His prized pupil did not understand the power of his Bond with Noomi, stronger in many ways than his connection to The Force. To attack her in this manner waa an attack on Him, the two were one through Kuwana, who now he thought of, a Daughter he has never known existed. In that moment The Father had made his dicision, family came first and The First Son was not family anymore…

 

[Kuwana Ishaati]

Having bested The Sith Acolyte, she got up and off him,
“You’re not worth it..”
She then headed back to the ramp and went inside where she found her Mother being operated. She stood next to her Father, who she saw was holding her Mother’s hand. The look on his face, well the top half anyway was painted with concern. She had to admit thay while she was still processing all this, that her Father did show he genuinely cared for her Mother. Maybe what she had said was true, that he wasn’t all bad and had many redeemable qualities.