Enter the Pirate King and his Crown Prince. Adara's desperation to get
Skorvek
to understand her place faded as the Anubian sought further. Thanked the Dark Lord. Yet
Aedan Miles
' declaration stabbed at Yasha's firstborn.
A slim gloved hand interlocked with Tuuli's, momentary comforts from the young man who would never allow Adara's mood to fall for long. Her cheek pressed onto Tuuli's shoulder for just one moment, before the well trained Duchess maintained posture and royal bearing despite the nature of her inner grief.
Hearing Aedan call her beloved Baba a fool further struck across Adara's face, the emotion hidden behind Epicanthix immunity and practiced neutrality of composure. Skorvek's emotions tore at the room, raw. Grating the air itself in rage.
"I will deal with that... Myself." Adara gasped aloud. Never had destroying the Biot occurred to the girl, nothing but the ability to repair her mother held as a slim hope that these deceptions and quests were worthwhile.
The quest clattered to the ground. Shattered by one syllable from the Dark Lord himself.
The defining no struck across Adara's spirit. Reddened her cheeks. While
Darth Carnifex
was a benefactor and comfort since Adara's infancy, he was a perilous sovereign in command of himself and billions of being's across the vast empire. And he had her mother's soul. He hoarded it, hidden and protected that which was most precious.
So it was true then. Her constant sensation that the Biot-contained body was nothing more than a shell preserved in memory. Adara's mother truly was dead. Her nose sniffed, shoulder pressing into the side of
Tuuli Miles
. A child's Galaxy, where those adults she trusted could repair anything crashed to naught.
"I am fond of him, I adopted Skorvek, when he saved my life. I was barely five years old, and he became my Uncle." Yet Kaine Zambrano maintained one line of consistency and faith. With a single swell of words, he gave Adara the life and safety of her beloved Uncle Sloobieboo. Further words of Skorvek's new position filtered into Adara's conscious mind. To work for Adara. The brother of the Infernal now became her daughter's vassal.
"Thank you, Glomkhoduil. Thank you." The despair which clung to the orphaned girl broke in waves of lessening intensity.
If only she'd succeeded in halting her mother from the battle of Mandalore. If only she stopped her mother from entering that battle... This was beyond all, Adara's failure.