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(I'm just leaving it for assumption Velia left Coruscant, I feel that way more than enough time has passed for her to arrive at Corellia) A black civilian issue craft exited hyperspace above Corellia, Velia in its cockpit. She steered her craft towards the planet, heading towards its capitol. She assumed that was where Elisabeth would arrive after leaving the planet she was currently on. Before sitting down to wait, however, she wished to go and speak with a Mr. and Mrs. Hope. She thought they might find it interesting that she had a lead on where their daughter could be found.
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Ella Hope spent most of her time keeping up appearances, which, in high Corellian society, was a full time job. Alan, on the other hand, spent most of his time supervising new weapons development and working on new designs. Occasionally, Ella would drag him away from his work long enough to make the necessary social appearance, but for the most part, he tended to either stay at the weapons development center, or in his downstairs laboratory. He was downstairs in his laboratory when Velia arrived.
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What happened next, happened so fast that Mr. Hope’s mind could not process it. In the blink of an eye he was on his feet, his chair toppled, on the floor now, and a vibro shiv was at his neck. “What…” he sputtered as the blade made contact with his skin. He shut up immediately. “Think of it as a game Mr. Hope, you don’t want to die with an unfinished project, do you?” “No.” “I thought not. So, back to the game, as it is in your mindset, let’s give it a literal title so the rules are clear. The game is called, Tell-Me-Everything-You-Remember-About-The-Disappearance-of-Your-Daughter-or-Die.”
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(Reply whenever rimera, preferably not tonight, I can't write well right now as I've explained.)
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Alan spoke up. "This is my wife Enid. Enid, this is a Force Wraith. Just stay still and don't move, please. She just wants to know about Ora and Thomas." Enid's face, which had been pale before, now turned scarlet, contrasting with her bright green eyes. "What?" she breathed. "But... they were kidnapped! We filed all the reports! They..." she trailed off, anger and fear warring within her. Velia could tell that she was hiding something.
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"Kidnapped?" she repeated monotonously... why emphasize when one had a knife to their questionee's neck? Only Lady Sera did that, her's was a method more artistic than Velia's. "What are you hiding Mrs. Hope?"
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"Paid for it? Give me some claification if you will, did you pay for your son or your daughter to be kidnapped? Because I believe I may know where your daughter is, and I believe that I certainly know where your son is."
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Enid began to cry. "I'm sorry, I just... they had high mitichlorian counts, they would grow up to be... to be Force-users! They would have been killed, or worse, they would have left to become Jedi! I... I couldn't have that... we would have been ostracized! Or killed! We could never have had all of this..." Alan stood, a scowl on his face, and his voice dangerously low. "You sold our children... because you wanted to be wealthy ?!" he demanded. When she wouldn't answer, Alan looked back to Velia, who was still holding a vibroshiv to his wife's throat. "You said you knew where our children were. Where are they?" he asked.
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"I'm almost positive I know where at least one of your offspring is. The male one. He no longer goes by the name you gave him, his title is Shadow, he is the be the Emperor's new apprentice. As for the female child, I have reason to suspect that enemy of the Empire, Senator Elisabeth Organa and a man whom I assume she is either dating, engaged, or married to, a smuggler named Chris Rimera." Velia answered. "I regret to inform you that neither of your children will be allowed back into your custody. I came here for background only, and confirmation that you were related. Your son, Shadow, as he is now know, has recieved a great honor, apprentice to Lord Xarkun, perhaps even his heir in the unlikely event that the Emperor should die. Your daughter was unjustly tangled into the Freedom Alliance, and, I will not attempt to lie, may likely be executed for treason against the galactic Empire. Perhaps you should have considered a third child?" (Wow, Velia's... well she's not like Raz, her *****iness is more subtle)
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"There is more, neither of you will have any way of knowing where Elisabeth or your daughter arrive. Thus, you will be wearing comm devices with which I can directly communicate with you, these will be Government issue, and will be easily concealed an undetectable. I'll be watching you the entire time, not that I think you would try anything against my interests. I'll also be calling in two other Force Wraiths I've worked with previously. They shall assit me if anything goes wrong. Are you in agreement?"
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His wife was still in shock at what had happened.
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Jacen wiped the grime from his face as he and Taalfar continued their maintenance on the 'Rising Star'. Of all the times the engines could've blown out, it had to happen as soon as they landed. So right now he found himself in the hanger with Taalfar trying to fix the problem
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A beeping sound brought Jacen out of his meditation, he looked around for the offending machine and saw his comlink beeping. He quickly answered it and grinned as he read the message left for him. It seems that Kanai, an old friend of his, along with several other nobles were worried about a cult of dark jedi at Toryaz station. He grinned at the prospect, he'd get to hear a beautiful lady sing, gamble and fight dark jedi at the same time. Jacen ran to the cockpit and fired up the engines, before blasting off into space.
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Where are you? Elisabeth sent back, hoping that she could find her Padawan.
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"Your mother will be happy to see you. We've been looking for you for years, you know... of course you know," he said, shaking his head sadly. "How did you know I'd be here?" she asked nervously, her hand not far from where she kept her lightsaber hidden. She could feel Elisabeth getting closer. Her father did not answer right away. "We hired someone to find you," he said finally. He raised a hand. "Don't worry... the Empire doesn't know you're here. We just... we just wanted to see you." Ora didn't like this...
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"You deal with them. I'll be back!" Elisabeth said as she followed Ora carefully. Soon she was out the hangar and following her down a busy street.
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"Wait. How do I know you won't just turn me in to the Empire?" she asked. Alan sighed. "Ora... we just want to talk to you. I haven't threatened you, and you can keep your weapons, if you have any. You can decide for yourself what to do... you're a grown young woman," he replied, a sad kindness in his eyes. Ora smiled slightly. "Okay," she said. Hesitantly, she stepped towards the transport... just as Elisabeth rounded the corner. Ora sighed in relief.
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"Your mother and I have been waiting for this for a long time," he was saying. "I suppose you have a lot of questions." Ora bit her lip. "What happened?" she asked suddenly. "I mean... why..." "Why weren't you raised by us?" he asked her. It wasn't exactly how Ora would have worded it, but she nodded. "You were kidnapped when you were a child... both you and your brother were." This caused Ora's eyes to go wide. "B-brother? I have a brother?" she asked. Alan nodded, smiling sadly. "Thomas. He's a year younger than you... that is... he was ... no, is," he said firmly. Ora wondered what was going on in his mind. "You and he were inseparable... you used to play games together, even though he wasn't old enough to talk yet... you seemed to always know what he was saying. Now that I know you were Force-sensitive... well..." he trailed off. "I'd give anything to have those years back, to see what you two would have turned out like if you had been raised by us." Ora looked down. "We would have been a part of the Empire," she said softly. Instantly her mind rejected the idea. She lifted her eyes. "What happened to him? To Thomas?" Alan shook his head. "We should have this discussion all together. Am I right in assuming your senator friend is riding with us?"
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Alan Hope smiled tolerantly. "Our sources told us you would be traveling together. It's alright... I am quite interested to meet the woman who raised my daughter," he said. "I believe our conversation concerns her as well. You are in contact with her... through telepathy, I'm certain. Please, ask her to come here and join us," he asked. What do I do? she asked Elisabeth through their bond while appearing to look confused. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I came alone," she said, in her most convincing diplomatic voice.
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She glanced over quickly, and then continued to look at her hands.
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On one of the couches was a woman in a beautiful dress, with long black hair and bright green eyes... she looked almost exactly like Ora. She looked up at the visitors, and gasped. "O-ora?" she said, standing up to greet her. "It's you! Oh, my dear... look how you've grown!" she said as she came closer. Ora backed up a step instinctively, and she was sure Elisabeth felt her spike of fear. There was something about this woman that... Suddenly, the memories began rushing back to her, and Ora felt dizzy. "No..." she whispered, causing her mother to stop in her tracks before coming too close. "I... I remember... you sithspawn !" she spat at the woman. Her eyes flashed with anger. "How can you even pretend to be my mother?! After you locked me in that... that room ... with your spukamas?!" She could tell Elisabeth was worried about her... "Whatever are you talking about, Ora? I-" her mother began, but Ora cut her off. "You drugged me," she said in a low, dangerous voice. Her hand was resting on the part of her dress where her lightsaber was hidden. "To keep me quiet. You drugged us both, me and Thomas, so you could invite your friends over and have your 'social gatherings'. You left us in there with those... monsters," she said, and pointed to a door just off the side of the room. "We were drugged, we couldn't defend ourselves... they would scratch our faces, and we couldn't even move..."
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Enid Hope scowled. "You were just such stressful children," she said softly. "Always playing those strange games... you would go on and on, making up stories of how you could speak to your brother, when he couldn't even speak yet, and how you two would go on adventures together in your dreams and such... utter nonsense! If anyone else had found out you were Force-sensitive... but you just wouldn't stay quiet, neither one of you, so I had to make certain no one heard you," she explained, sounding very much as though she were the victim. "You don't know how hard it was to raise such troublesome children..."
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Ora and Elisabeth both activated their own lightsabers, the previous argument forgotten, and separated to give each other more room. Someone grabbed Ora from behind, and Ora slashed at them, and heard a body crumple to the ground. One down... but there were still three lightsabers. Who had Ora cut down? She had no time to think of it, as the three attackers moved in, and Ora and Elisabeth fought valiantly. However, they weren't prepared for the paralyzing gas that had filled the room during the fight, and both Jedi were on the floor by the time the lights came on, their weapons taken from them, with a red lightsaber pointed directly at their heads. The holder of the lightsaber was a woman with black hair. As she took off her breath mask, she revealed a scar of the Imperial symbol on her cheek. Ora looked across from her on the floor. There lay the body of her mother... killed by a lightsaber. Her lightsaber. Her father was lying on the floor not far away, paralyzed like they were.
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The three attackers moved in quickly. They continued to fight with their unseen attackers, trying to avoid their blades. Elisabeth moved to say something to Ora, but instead fell to the ground along with her Padawan, paralyzed from the gas that was pumped into the room. Here we go again... thought Elisabeth.
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"Hello Senator, my designation is 047, I am a Force Wraith of the Galactic Empire. I am commonly reffered to as Velia, I am in direct service of Emperor Xarkun, and I am his personal Force Wraith. He gave to me a message, entrusted only to me.... He said 'tell the Senator I look forward to meeting with her again.'" Velia recited. Her eyes flicked from the paralyzed Senator to the paralyzed girl at her side. "I've had a few interesting conversations with your parents about you, Ora Hope." Velia paused and smiled lightly. "You bear resemblance to your brother."
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She felt Elisabeth's mind brush against hers, trying to comfort her, to keep her calm, but nothing could. Self-revulsion and hatred stirred within her... she directed it at Velia. "Where is he?" she slurred, her eyes like daggers.
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Tapping one shoulder, then the other to check his wookiee knives, Perin drew his blaster and made sure the charge was full. "Trouble. Not your problem, sir. I may have to turn down your job if this gets personal. I'll make sure to disavow all knowledge of our dealings." Eyes narrowing to golden slits, the Togorian growled. "You have a problem with Alan meeting his daughter? Keep me informed, Perin." Hesitating, Perin stared down at the fob chain hanging from the barrel of his pistol. "Ora...is a friend." (Haha! Rimera, I have an idea. Is it all right if Perin has a small 'discussion' with Alan when Perin and Chris bust in looking for Ora and Elizabeth?)
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"I've done nothing to your brother, only helped him along in his journey, I suppose, that is the best way to put it." Velia replied. "Yes, your thoughts have been confirmed, tap into the Force, into the weaker Light Side, even it will tell you that I speak the truth. You need not worry about your brother. He had recieved the best training by Lady Sera herself, of course he has some superficial wounds, as I have." She indicated the scar on her cheek. "He no longer has eyes, and he has no tounge...." Velia trailed off. "He is no longer called Thomas either, he is called Shadow. And, if you are fortunate enough to meet him, you will address him as so, or I will break your knees, which I assure you is nothing compared to what he will do. It is likely you may see him... he is one of our best interrogators, like Lady Sera. I guarentee you'll both meet Sera." Velia turned her gaze on the paralyzed form of Mr. Alan Hope, she sighed and pulled a weapon-grade syringe from her belt. "Mr. Hope," she began as she strode slowly toward him, kneeling by his side. "I appreciate your assistance; however I see it as a liability." Mr. Hope went pale. Velia stabbed the syringe into his leg, injecting him with an antiserum that counteracted the paralysis gas. She pulled him up by his hair and stood him on his still wobbly legs. “Come now, Mr. Hope, your wife has died, should you not grieve for her?” Velia questioned, depositing the syringe in a clip on her belt. Without warning she became violent. In one fluid motion, she let go of Mr. Hope’s hair, spun and delivered a roundhouse kick with all her might to the old man’s side. He grunted and flew toward the wall, landing right in front of it. Velia felt Ora’s eyes on her as she approached the crumpled man, unsheathing a vibro shiv. “Not only are you a terrible, unloving husband, but you’re also a spineless bastard.” Velia hissed as she sliced angrily through both of the tendons in the exposed ankles of Mr. Hope. He screamed as Velia pulled back and kicked him hard in the side, rolling him onto his back. Ora cried in protest as Velia casually (though with the fluent, natural, expert skill) tossed the vibro shiv at Mr. Hope, it flew, and in seconds was embedded in the man’s thigh. Velia ignored the screams of daughter and father as she continued, “You were too quick to agree upon the release of your daughter in to my custody. You were too easily persuaded. I see that as a liability.” The lady Force Wraith flew toward Mr. Hope’s bleeding body and pulled the knife from his thigh. She resumed her pacing. “Liabilities are not good for the Empire.” Velia went on. “We can afford zero. Therefore it is crucial… that all… be… eliminated.” “You cant—“ “I can do whatever I deem necessary!” Velia snapped, cutting Alan Hope off. She hurled the knife again, this time using the Force to guide its flight path ever so carefully. Mr. Hope’s screams arose again as the shiv embedded itself in the wall, the man’s ear wet with crimson blood on the floor below it. Without speaking again Velia pounced at Alan Hope once more and dragged him up to his feet by his remaining ear. This time, it was he who threw a clumsy kick at her, she caught his leg and slammed him to the ground, following with a swift kick in the groin, he screamed and rolled to his back, exposing his cut ankles. Velia removed a razor from her belt, bent down, and began the delicate task of scalping Mr. Hope.
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When Ora's mouth finally shut Velia leaned down, drawing her blood stained vibro shiv. "You have quite a vocabulary." Velia commented. "I'll advise you not to speak those words ever again, especially in the presence of Lord Xarkun... or else...." Velia ran the blade across Ora's, cutting the Imperial symbol into her cheek, the girl screamed, unable to move. Velia mentally reflected... this was an ironic situation.... "The Emperor will do much worse than that...."
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