B E A C O N
Location: Sorrus
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Seven Years Ago...
Life was never good. Life was unforgiving.
"My life was never the same, all those years of being raised by the two who were parents to me only by blood came to an end last month. My mother was first, I killed her in her sleep, riddled her body with holes from her own blaster rifle, then crawled into bed with that dying, crying, wench, and do you know what I did next? I kissed her forehead, and told her I was done with them, with everything. In my twisted, tainted, love and hate, I embraced my dying mother and crushed her with the force. I crushed her. It took days to wash the blood off of me, and a week to get rid of the karking smell that lingered in the house. Then my father came home, the man who didn't trust me or love me. He was my guide to the dark side, he was the reason I embraced its taint, why I wished to serve it with everything I am and ever will be. He shot first.
I had walked down the stairs to greet him, my father of course, and he returned the loving smile that I had given him with a pull of a trigger. It missed. The wall beside my head was scorched, and I had fallen to the ground in fright. He called me worthless, a harlot in their own home. I guess he found out about my dark side, and perhaps the silence in the house told my bounty hunter of a father that his wife was dead. For once I felt the rage that had driven my father to beat me numerous time before in the past, and it was liberating. I fished my mother's blaster pistol from the back of my pants, where it had been tucked into, and then pushed my father into the ground with the force. It was exhilarating. I was in control, my mother was dead and my father was on the ground unable to comprehend what had just happened. I shot first."
Silara had calmly recounted her past to the individual who sat across from her, he visibly disturbed by he girl's frankness. She was only twelve, perhaps a year or two older, and yet she'd gone to the lengths of murdering both of her parents in a very brutal fashion. She was held in a detention center, to be deported off the planet by any means necessary with as little publicity as possible - on a cargo transport of all things. The young blonde, of course, couldn't care less. The Sorrusians were a xenophobic race, one which shunned outsiders, and they wanted to get rid of her and her family for a long time - well at least they'd get that.
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"That was seven years ago, today." Silara explained, her long dirty-blonde hair held up in the back and draped over the left side of her face. Here she was, back on Sorrus, recounting her early life, though she was more focused on her expulsion from the planet than her life on it. But here she was, back on her homeworld. Well, as close to a home as this world could get - a prison was closer, truly. "I am no longer a small child bound in chains. I am Silara Vantai - Sith." She continued, watching the expression of the man that had ordered her removal turn to shock as his skin paled. On the ground, pressed up against the wall, was the man that had her expelled from the planet - held against the cold stone walls by the application of the Sith's telekinetic force. Standing over him, like a menacing figure of the night? Silara. And in her hand was the hilt of a saber, her first, and it was well within the proximity of impaling the man in the throat if she were to ignite it at that instant. "I returned to say hello, and to repay the favor for sending me into the arms of the Sith." The adult blonde said with a smile.
She ignited the saber.
