Siriwook
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Location: Kashyk, Shadowlands, Hyperia's Cabin, Basement.
It has been many years since Hy'peria hired the Trandoshans to kill the groom's family at her wedding. Surely, by now, her daughter Siriwook will have learned to hate them. As the Jedi are always saying, fear leads to anger and, anger, to hate. The sorceress concentrates on her daughter's connection to the Force, speaking incantations that will allow her to influence the young demi-wookiee's mind. She waits for several hours like this, in a trance, before she senses Siriwook's fear and panic.
"Hate them. Survive them. Destroy them," Hyperia speaks to Siriwook through the Force. As usual, however, Siriwook is only half-listening
"[Survive them]" is all she takes to heart. Siriwook's spirits lift, even in her fear. The voice of hope within is with her. She connects to the Force and her steps quicken and become more sure. Her fear subsides a little. She has escaped, grateful to the voice. She turns from the darkness within, toward the light.
Hy'peria's concentration falters. Her connection to Siriwook is severed. Cursing, she kicks over her rendered fat mood-lighting candles. At least her daughter had learned to access the force and showed gratitude for her mother's aid. When she finally reunited with her mother, Siriwook would be more than willing to-- Hy'peria's maps are on fire. She looks around for something to put them out, then shrugs. Reaching out to the flames with the Force, she extinguishes them.
She has only herself to blame for Siriwook's goodness. To protect her plan and its secrecy and to keep her husband complacent with allowing Siriwook to stay with her mother, Hy'peria had manipulated Siriwook's childhood memories, encasing the truth in a dream of a happy life in the trees above. The last time she'd done this, she'd been very thorough, in case any of her would-be relatives had survived the wedding rehearsal and taken Siriwook with them. Their real lives had been anything but bliss. Hy'peria thought of the Shadowlands as the most true place in the universe, life reduced to its base components--dark, full of predators and foolish prey, and always under the threat of a violent and sudden end.
"Where is that fool boy with the water?" Hy'peria's son, recently thirteen years of age, has been sent to acquire fresh water. It is an arduous task, and a long journey, but such precautions are necessary when living in the Shadowlands. Access to water is essential for life--all life--and predators know this. Being sighted overly often near the other prey animals and followed back to their dwelling would be catastrophic. There are enough animals to deal with who just happen upon the cabin. As much as Hy'peria enjoys the steady stream of test subjects and food sources, her space and time are limited.
Hy'peria begins re-drawing a damaged map. She has to keep them ready for Siriwook's journey to the ruins. Hy'peria will not be able to follow where only the most elite of Wookiee warriors have dared tread. She'd sent her son, experimentally, past the many traps, and he'd always emerged unscathed. But the boy was dulled to the voice of the Force and could not see, let alone use, the entrance to the ruins Hy'peria had seen with her mind.
Hy'peria hears her son come through the cabin door upstairs. He's quiet and careful, which is how Hy'peria knows it's him, but the basement lab is designed to easily receive sounds from upstairs in case of intrusions. He comes down the stairs carrying a barrel of water. There are improvised poultices on his furry arms.
"I'gh h'was h'attacked h'on the'gh h'way back, maathur," he says in Basic in the accent lent by his half-wookiee anatomy.
"You'd better not have left a blood trail back to us, Harry."
Harry shakes his shaggy head. He does not smile. Mother doesn't like it when he smiles. Instead, he unwraps the poultices and applies better medicines to his wounds.
It has been many years since Hy'peria hired the Trandoshans to kill the groom's family at her wedding. Surely, by now, her daughter Siriwook will have learned to hate them. As the Jedi are always saying, fear leads to anger and, anger, to hate. The sorceress concentrates on her daughter's connection to the Force, speaking incantations that will allow her to influence the young demi-wookiee's mind. She waits for several hours like this, in a trance, before she senses Siriwook's fear and panic.
"Hate them. Survive them. Destroy them," Hyperia speaks to Siriwook through the Force. As usual, however, Siriwook is only half-listening
"[Survive them]" is all she takes to heart. Siriwook's spirits lift, even in her fear. The voice of hope within is with her. She connects to the Force and her steps quicken and become more sure. Her fear subsides a little. She has escaped, grateful to the voice. She turns from the darkness within, toward the light.
Hy'peria's concentration falters. Her connection to Siriwook is severed. Cursing, she kicks over her rendered fat mood-lighting candles. At least her daughter had learned to access the force and showed gratitude for her mother's aid. When she finally reunited with her mother, Siriwook would be more than willing to-- Hy'peria's maps are on fire. She looks around for something to put them out, then shrugs. Reaching out to the flames with the Force, she extinguishes them.
She has only herself to blame for Siriwook's goodness. To protect her plan and its secrecy and to keep her husband complacent with allowing Siriwook to stay with her mother, Hy'peria had manipulated Siriwook's childhood memories, encasing the truth in a dream of a happy life in the trees above. The last time she'd done this, she'd been very thorough, in case any of her would-be relatives had survived the wedding rehearsal and taken Siriwook with them. Their real lives had been anything but bliss. Hy'peria thought of the Shadowlands as the most true place in the universe, life reduced to its base components--dark, full of predators and foolish prey, and always under the threat of a violent and sudden end.
"Where is that fool boy with the water?" Hy'peria's son, recently thirteen years of age, has been sent to acquire fresh water. It is an arduous task, and a long journey, but such precautions are necessary when living in the Shadowlands. Access to water is essential for life--all life--and predators know this. Being sighted overly often near the other prey animals and followed back to their dwelling would be catastrophic. There are enough animals to deal with who just happen upon the cabin. As much as Hy'peria enjoys the steady stream of test subjects and food sources, her space and time are limited.
Hy'peria begins re-drawing a damaged map. She has to keep them ready for Siriwook's journey to the ruins. Hy'peria will not be able to follow where only the most elite of Wookiee warriors have dared tread. She'd sent her son, experimentally, past the many traps, and he'd always emerged unscathed. But the boy was dulled to the voice of the Force and could not see, let alone use, the entrance to the ruins Hy'peria had seen with her mind.
Hy'peria hears her son come through the cabin door upstairs. He's quiet and careful, which is how Hy'peria knows it's him, but the basement lab is designed to easily receive sounds from upstairs in case of intrusions. He comes down the stairs carrying a barrel of water. There are improvised poultices on his furry arms.
"I'gh h'was h'attacked h'on the'gh h'way back, maathur," he says in Basic in the accent lent by his half-wookiee anatomy.
"You'd better not have left a blood trail back to us, Harry."
Harry shakes his shaggy head. He does not smile. Mother doesn't like it when he smiles. Instead, he unwraps the poultices and applies better medicines to his wounds.