All Her Children

Eva 'Skuld' Stark

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It was no secret that Skuld Stark had a deep maternal streak, surprising to most who didn't know the Deucalian too well. But there was a method to her madness, after all.

She took great pride in all her children. Her own first two from her failed first marriage, Frigga and Tyrren, both grew up well. Tyrren took after his adopted father and took to the forge, bringing about new blaster designs and thermal weapons that outfitted the entirety of Clan Stark. Frigga turned her eyes to galactic police and politics, surprising her mother when she enlisted within the Republic to serve as an officer. And Half-Dan was old enough to carve his own life, and he seemed keen to take on the family business of engineering. To say she was proud was a massive understatement, to say the least.

Eithni had found her peace as a Nightsister. Sumas... well. He was somewhere in the galaxy, perhaps, and Tomic… she hadn't heard from the boy in a long time. Perhaps he was dead, or perhaps he finally also found some small measure of peace somewhere. But there was one more.

Amur.

When she first met the Sith, she respected the woman. Here was a woman covered in scars, but surviving enough to fight back. Most would have cowered in their wounds, but she seemed to finally accept them. But...

What most did not know was the former Sith wore the Stark colors. And Skuld was proud of this other adopted child of hers, in a sense that was more maternal, and likely most like a mentor. She had grown in many ways, but being a former witch was something she wasn't holding against her. The Sith Empire was dead, had been for many years. Their remnants still lingered, but the woman's past had no concern for the Deucalian.

Clan Stark couldn't thrive on tradition anymore, but she hoped adopting strong individuals to the fold would mean a lasting generation. One not built by blood, but by strength. And perhaps outlive the dying civilization that was once hers... and no longer be limited by being a family name, but a name for strong individuals forged in fire.

Her thoughts were pulled from these maudlin thoughts by the distinct whine of an engine powering down at the dock of Mjolnir station. It glinted red, highlighted by the fiery planet Mustafar which the station orbited.

She was bound for this visit any moment... perhaps it was her. Perhaps she would finally give her report for any successful deals she had negotiated... but mostly Eva welcomed the presence of another old friend.

@Caught
 

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Things had a funny way of sorting themselves out it seemed. Though that might be expected by now. A dark red courier ship was now making it's way for Mjolnir. The ship landing down with barely any theatrics. Engines whriling down and smoke exiting out of the main door as air from the pressurized cabin mixed with air of the station. Blaster burns, carbon build up, plasma streaking from repeated reentry. It was marked with a few different marks one was the logo Blackwell Independent Technology, and another marking, the sigil of Clan Stark which was worn and slightly obstructed by black patch made when a laser cannon struck the ship in one of it's many journeys. It was a ship that served it's time with pride and wore it's scars like a badge of honor. Fitting.

Exiting the ship was a single solitary figure clad in black vikingr armor which had light blue accenting and the sigil of clan stark displayed prominently on the right shoulder pad. To think this was once a Sith. Amur was once her name but it's only spoken by old acquaintances people who knew her before the fall of the empire. Most would now know her as Skyler Stark. It wasn't the first time she had her path radically altered in life and she reinvented herself though it always was a bit jarring in it's own right. If you asked the 20 year old with stars in her eyes and a desire to make the galaxy a better place that thirty years from now she would be part of a Deucalian clan doing barely legal dirty work on behalf of a suspicious start up company, she would look at you like you sprung two heads and started speaking Jawa. Yet here she was.

Skyler walked down the boarding ramp and deposited herself onto the station. She held her helmet in one hand scanning the hangar bay. Showing technicians her clearance and informing them of latest set of damage to be added onto the ship's service history. Her face was very different then what was as a Sith. Having undergone surgeries to reduce the visible scarring, her right eye replaced with a cybernetic one, a visible set of cybernetics integrated into her right arm to try and help offset the damage her arthritis and combat damage wreaked upon the limb. But the most noticeable was the hair, gone was the short patchy outcroppings of hair and in it's place was a much more unified head. Under the faded scarring looked to be a face in it's late 30s even though her mind was actually in the 50s and her body felt like it was reaching the end of it's shelf life.

Her eyes scanning across the bay picked up the presence of a old friend and well her savior in a way. Even if she didn't like to phrase it like that. A smile formed on the clanswoman and she walked straight up to the maternal and slightly insane Deucalian (Granted every deucalian was crazy to a degree in Skyler's experience). Outstretching her hand ready to deliver a strong handed shake.

"Always a pleasure to see you Eva. You fancy talking things over some tea or ale?" It felt like forever since she last spoke to the Jarl and would definitely like to take the time to just mull over and talk about their exploits.

@Killa Ree
 

Eva 'Skuld' Stark

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An answering smile reached the Deucalian woman as well; out of all those that wore the Stark name proudly, Skyler was the oldest, having only been beaten by Eva by a year in age's difference. But family was family, and how better to make your family strong with like-minded, powerful individuals. She took the hand with her own cybernetic one, offering a hearty warm shake, and a light thump on the shoulder with the other hand.

"Of course, Sky. Been too long, you know, this old lady loves to hear all." And indeed, she seemed older than her 48 years; her thick black hair was streaked white, and long gone were the workout outfits that suited as clothes. Indeed, she was often teased how the engineer looked practically respectable... a thought that would have once amped up her ire, now only served as a source of bemused amusement.

It reminded her when she adopted the girl...

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15 years ago...

Eva Stark stood within the empty hall. Far away, most of Clan Stark was planning the great exodus of their people away from Ando Prime; those of other branches of Clan Thorite, Alemann and Friscii joined with hers under the Stark name, formally renouncing their ties to Deucalian life. She refused to be part of something dying away; her biggest concern as Jarl of her people was their welfare first.

And what better way to have them suited for their welfare than within Blackwell?

She had summoned the Sith, finally, after so many years of searching and hunting down after the fall of the Empire. The Sith witch seemed as insane as she was, perhaps more so. But there was something else to her...

Something of strength, beneath the pain.

She hoped to alleviate some of that pain today. That was, if the young woman showed up at all.

@Caught in Strangereal
 
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