- Joined
- Jan 10, 2019
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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
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