Noventa - A Star Wars Story

She opened her eyes. "Becoming Mand'alor. They were saying it in jest, I think, but... Bo-Katan is not my Mand'alor." The last came out harsher than expected.

"And what did this friend suggest?" She asked with vested interest, not allowing herself to part ways from her daughter with her touch just yet. "Tell me."

The touch was comforting, and she closed her eyes.

"Yeah, I know. I just felt that way," she said, shaking her head. "They were always by my side, though the Clan's fracturing isn't making things easy."

"I haven't found a mission important enough to need a sacrifice yet," she explained, then looked to the side. "Friend of mine gave me an idea, though. This stuff with the Clan - and Mandalore - might need sorting out."

"You were left with the Clan, I assume." She tilted her head, her eyes softening, as she reached forwards, caressing her daughter's cheek, looking to her eyes. "A Mandalorian is never alone. Your father taught me that, Runi." Holding her hand there, her thumb rubbing gently. "We crossed paths several times. I could never bring myself to end him on any encounter. The life of a Bounty Hunter and Mercenary can be dangerous. I know he took more and more reckless missions to find me. But in the end... I don't know what happened to him. I haven't seen him in some time, though." Was that... it was... sadness.

"But some things had to be sacrificed for the mission. To survive. A lesson you might one day learn, my child."

She paused, glancing down at the bar before looking up at her. "What... happened to him, do you know? He left to go after you and I never heard from him again." Her brows furrowed and he clenched her fist a little under the bar. "I was left alone."

The Inquisitor paused, then nodded. "I see. Well, I am sure his teachings will only benefit your prodigious talents, my daughter." She smiled again, her eyes somehow softer. "I see him in you, you know. Just as plain as I can feel you so close to me."

"He's all right," she assessed simply. "He's been mentoring a friend of mine and I since we woke him."

[i]Enthusiastic response. More enthusiasm than for seeing me again, for sure.[/i]

Runi's mother stepped back, her eyes widening at the revelation. "A... I see..." The words were a whisper, barely audible by her. Her lips curled into a smile, and she nodded. "I very much would like to meet this Lord Nygmus, my child. I... can only imagine what it would be like." Her mind was racing at the thought of it, and then she needed. "Yes. You must introduce us."

"It's a person. I can introduce you, if you want," she offered. It was time to cast off the excuse of ignorance. "He's an ancient being, trapped here for twenty thousand years. He calls himself the Seneschal of the True Sith, Lord Nygmus."

Time to own her own disaster.

An eyebrow quirked at that. "You found... the source?" She was curious, intrigued even, as she leaned in to speak to her daughter. "Is it a vergeance? What is causing this feeling? Why is it so strong, here?"

She nodded a little bit, and looked thoughtful. "Yeah... When you put it that way..." She took a breath and looked down. "I missed you. But I tried to do my best to be strong without you."

She looked to the side. "I found something here, even. The source of the current overwhelming feeling of the Dark Side."

"Is it? Look at you." She nodded at her daughter, almost beaming. "A perfect union made you. And should you decide to have children, our blood is strong." Her fist clenching, gesturing their strength.

"Our line thrived by being brought into others. Strength in infinite variation." Her eyes, expressive, watched Runi's face closely. "Even if others view it as dilute, they don't even know."

"... Our people in what sense? I mean, our species is gone," she said, shaking her head.

Her hair had grayed a bit, but she was essentially the picture that Runi held in her heart. The Inquisitor smiled, more of a smirk, as she set the mask onto the counter.

"I had to adapt. To survive. To emerge stronger than I was." Her fist clenched for a moment, thinking back. "I found true clarity of purpose, the Destiny of our people, Runi."

Runi was left dumbfounded. She hadn't seen her since she was ten. "... Mom? What... happened to you? I don't understand..."

"Is that any way to speak to..." As she spoke, her hands moved to her mask, and unclasped it, a high pitched hiss as the vacuum seal was broken. Bowing her head, pulling it free, she then looked up...

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"... you Mother? And don't tell me about Mandalorians. You wouldn't tell me anything I don't already know." The darkness radiating from her was palpable, as the Inquisitor looked to Runi. "I knew my visions would bring you to me once more."

There was nothing to hide with that. "A bounty hunter," she grumped irritably. "It makes sense for a Mandalorian. Who the hell are you and what do you want with me?"

"A base of operations, for what?" She asked, stepping closer to the bar, both hands being placed on it. The intensity of her gaze could be felt through her tone, as the visor flashed a bit. "If you tell me, you could be less kriffed than you think you are." The tone was supposedly reassuring, but the mechanical vocoder robbed any of that from the phrase.

[i]Well, if she's hunting for me, I'm pretty kriffed... Well, I appreciate to putting them off this long, Mom. But honestly, does she really think I'm just a bartender? It's called a base of operations. Not that there's any reason to sit here and justify my life choices to an Inquisitor.[/i]

"I guess so," she replied with a a shrug out loud. "So can I get you something? If you're not a customer..."

"Only when I am hunting for someone." Runi could almost feel the heat radiating from the Inquisitors gaze beneath her eyes. The armored woman reached for her hip, but did not grab anything. Instead, she simply let her hand rest there. "This place is so beneath you. You could be so much more. Though I sense..." the darkness that permeated the planet aided her as she began to scan Runi's surface thoughts.

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"... Interesting."

Runi, if you would be so kind, what does the Inquisitor detect in your surface thoughts. She can't delve deep into your mind, so it's only the clearest most forefront thought.