Private We Are Our Parents

[Judah Lesan Jr.]

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TAG: Cirice Decuir

Life could be cruel, and it often was. The Jedi had always taught serenity in the face of the unexpected, but no matter how hard they tried their ancient teachings could not prepare one for every reality. JJ found himself pondering the one truth he had wished to avoid his entire life. He was much more like his father than he wanted to admit. Judah had been disenfranchised with the Jedi for some time, and it only pushed the younger Lesan to give his life to their cause all the more. Unfortunately the more he did, the more he recognized the same faults which drove his father away. Just like his father he had left the order behind, and exactly like his father he could not stay away from meddling in the affairs of the galaxy.​

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There was only one true difference between them.​

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JJ was also a lot like his mother.​

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His Corellian half saw Judah running into various situations head first. Katara had always lived life at "mach 10 with her hair on fire." JJ lived life just as fast, even if he managed to avoid the flame colored hair. Today that pace led him to a non-descript planet. Where was not important when one was traveling alone. The mission was much more critical. In the wake of what seemed to be the most recent collapse of the Sith, those who practiced such philosophies were searching for anything which would restore them to power. It was a cycle the younger Jedi had witnessed twice in his life time. History had seen it more times than JJ could count. One Sith empire would fall only for another to come and take its place. The galaxy had not heard the last of the darksided cult.​

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The lack of organization did provide a good opportunity to rid the galaxy of Sith artifacts, and track down lone Sith attempting to avoid capture and trial for their crimes. These days if the New Imperial Order didn't kill you, the New Jedi Order would. JJ couldn't stomach that thought. He still remembered the first Sith he had killed. It was a good kill, done in the defense of his partner as they had been tasked with keeping a cave system in the oceans of Mon Cal from being blown up. Judah had felt guilty for much longer than he needed to, and even though he was a warrior, he could not justify killing without cause.​

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Being Sith, believing different than the Jedi, was not enough cause. Killing one because of the actions of the whole was immoral and made the Jedi no different than the Sith. The light demanded a different way, a better way.​

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A Sith by the name of Mallon had flashed across several bounty boards. He was wanted for simply being Sith. JJ had found himself hunting Sith in order to keep them alive rather than falling at the hands of some eager Jedi trying to prove themselves. He didn't want to kill, but he would if forced to.​

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"Well this certainly looks like a place I would hide if I were a Sith." JJ said to himself as he approached a dark tower.​

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The stone structure wound its way several meters into the air, black in color. What appeared to be horns crowned the top of the building to give it an ominous and wicked aesthetic.​

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"Maybe a bit too on point."​

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A small chuckle escaped his lips before the Jedi leaped into the air. A window had been left open about half way up the exterior wall. JJ reached out with his senses, taking an inventory of the lives he could feel, or any force presence that he needed to account for.​

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"Odd... he was supposed to be alone."​

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There was another, different. It was dark but not. Chaotic, but yet... graceful.​

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"Curious."​

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The Jedi knew he should have turned back, but he was too much like his father. Curiosity always got the better of him.​

 

[Cirice Decuir]

Nightmares had plagued the raven-haired Nightsister for months; never-ending, tormenting, and melting into the daytime until everywhere she turned she saw those visions. No matter the Spells of Interpretation invoked nor that Spell of Seeking could quell the mental anguish by delivering answers. Cirice held the gift of visions-and others within the galaxy could proclaim to have such a talent-though hers had been given as a curse, a punishment to the sins of her mother. A curse that seemed to weave into the bloodline from mother to daughter: Shiva to Santeria, Santeria to Cirice. No father existed to blame for the way her conception had been hellish and something of a twisted fairy tale; no father to blame for any imprinted impulses or the ill-boding in the raising of the daughter.

Cirice was her mother - literally incarnate. Just as were Raphael, Invidia, and Grendel.

Raven tresses fell softly over bare shoulders while the body lurched forward as though attempting to obtain a clearer look at something just out of physical reach. While the Force could have been used, Cirice didn't want any attention draw to herself that was not necessary. Had she raised upon the tip of the toes, fingers could have clutched at the object regardless. Curiosity ensnared the Nightsister from the true reason she was in that place at that moment.

An invisible hand hauled at her body; no one was there. A warning. Darkness did not thrive alone in that place - a flicker caught her attention and she found herself with a sneer touching soft, red lips. Most unexpected and it could prove to be a potential barrier between her and what she was destined to accomplish. Adjusting her posture-which did nothing to add any height to the vertically challenged witch-Cirice had forgotten about the object that mesmerized her. As if driven by some otherworldly being, Cirice traversed forward with intent to discover this possibly deterrence. It was a challenge in the making, and a Decuir never backed down. Rightfully- she thought, this was her territory and someone was encroaching where she had not welcomed them.

Heels clacked sharply against the ground, the metallic studs gleaming with every stride. "Come out, come out... wherever you are." A feminine voice broke the surrounding silence as it echoed throughout the hallway. Cirice had no intention of scouring the establishment for an invasive presence when she could have it lured to her location for her to have the advantage.

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[Judah Lesan Jr.]

The sound of his boots falling onto the stone floor echoed through the corridor with each curious step. His mind was no longer focused on the Sith he had come to hunt, but rather on the presence which seemed to pull at him. It was rare that such a thing happened. JJ could only account for twice in his life that such an occurrence had been able to influence him in such a way. He wondered what this presence was, who it was.

Her voice could be heard calling out to him. It seemed they were still distant enough that they could not see each other. The Jedi was never one to remain hidden in the shadows, not like his father. Judah had always been the sentinel, the shadow. His son had taken more after his mother. JJ was a guardian, the soldier, a fighter.

He did not cower at the request. Rather, Judah stepped into the light where he would be clearly made. There was nothing malicious that he could sense coming from the aura which had captured his attention. Certainly, he would be safe?

"Are we playing games now?"

The baritone of his voiced echoed as it was carried through the hall. His presence had already been detected, and from where he was standing there did not seem to be any sensible reason to be delicate with his tone.

"This place was supposed to be empty… and yet…"

Aside from the Sith he had been tracking anyhow. He smirked with the comment. JJ did not think he was clever by any means, and in fact, most women found him to be annoying. He was nothing like his father, and if JJ flirted with anyone it was purely accidental. He had watched his father bounce around after the death of his mother, and learned of the Jedi's previous reputation before settling down.

On his own, the Knight had only ever developed feelings that he would admit to twice, and only on one occasion had he ventured to actually speak of such things out loud. No, the smirk was not meant to be anything but a chuckle at his own humor, as dumb as it was.

"Perhaps you would be willing to step out from where you are hiding as well?

Cirice Decuir