When Siblings meet

[Astra Zeen]

[member="Meric Nadun"]

Astra couldn't help but jerk his head back at how cold and calculating the words that had left his supposedly brothers mouth was. First he felt the sting of the insult like a fresh would, and then that sting switched to anger. His hand clenched onto the seat tightly as his anger prompted him to do things, but Astra knew it wouldn't be smart. Meric had freed him and had then fought men while outnumbered and came out without a scratch. He would have no problem murdering Astra. Sighing and releasing his anger Astra closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair resting his nerves and mind. Opening one eye and casting a glance at his brother Astra observed him as he spoke about being the leader of all the force users and how he worked for a empire. "Don't think I'll be to much use there, I'm not a force user... I think. If I was wouldn't those jedi have came and taken me years ago? Saved me from the torture I suffered? The live I was forced to live?"

 

[Kamon's OOC]

"No. Jedi are misguided fools, same as most all Force Users. They only find what they want to find."

He stared at his brother, yellow mechanical eyes watching the kid even as he'd felt the anger growing. Yes, he'd deliberately insulted his brother. Why? Training. Subtle, but training. Motions were something that could be controlled and utilized to make you stronger. They weren't a game, but they weren't to be left unchecked either. Unchecked, raw emotions could destroy you faster than a lightsaber could cut you in half. That was Astra's problem. If he didn't learn control, he would destroy himself.

"Or perhaps they thought you were weak and not worth their time. You have the Force but you aren't nearly as strong as me. The others at the Empire might find you beneath their time. You might have to train with the children."

[member="Astra Zeen"]