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The heart monitor droned in his ears, a thin line of bubbles snaking to the surface of the tank from beneath her respirator. His fingers traced the glass, a quiver racing through his nerves, his roughly hewn expression drawn into a mournful gaze that lingered on her still form. It had been so long - a lifetime that felt like an eternity - he'd nearly forgotten her face. He choked on the words hanging in his throat, darning not to speak her name. He had forfeit that right years ago. The malaise of regret crept in, desperate hope coalescing behind a pall of bleak memories; would she ever forgive him. Stillness filled the room, his fingers slipping away from the tank as his head sank beneath the gravity of the answer... no. Of course not.
What daughter could ever forgive a father like him?
His pensive gaze lingered in hesitation for several moments before he found the courage to mutter the words he'd been waiting so long to say. "I'm sorry." The sentiment was lost in the company of medical droids, but that hadn't staunched the pang of guilt that rushed through him. Sorry. Never had a word tasted so bitter, nor felt so inadequate. He must have said it to her a thousand times in his head by now, but actually hearing it out loud...
Shaking his head, he finally tore his attention away to inspect her vitals. Not that he really needed to, it was the distraction he sought more than anything. To see her like this after so many years; disappointment pulled his stomach into a tight knot. His fingers curled around the console, knuckles turning white as his jaw clenched against the building ache in his lungs. The warmth of tears began to sting in the corners of his eyes, the latent thought that he deserved to feel such misery flitting through the recesses of his mind. A shrill beep suddenly emitted from the console, drawing a startled gasp from his chest. His eyes roamed wearily onto the commlink, a subdued scoff hissing through clenched teeth as he realized who it was. The console beeped again, his hand moving hesitantly to answer the call.
"Is it her?" A voice rasped over the comm.
He cast a fleeting sidelong glance towards her again, nodding quietly. "Yes."
"Yes?"
His jaw tensed, "Yes... my Lord." He spat the title out like a rancid taste.
"See to it she is brought to me."
He slammed a fist against the console as the comm hissed with static. How he hated that pompous Sith. His gaze panned back to the tank, watching her drift silently through unconsciousness. He knew the next thoughts to enter his mind were nothing short of treasonous. To go against the Sith was to invite disaster, but he had to do something - even if it cost him his life. "Not this time." He thought defiantly. "I won't lose you to that monster. Not again." At least some good would come from his sacrifice, a fleeting hope that in death he might find the redemption he knew was beyond his reach in life.
Her eyes fluttered open again for the first time in... how long had it been? Hours? Days? There was no way for her flagging senses to tell. Blinking through the bleary dimness with a stiff groan, Mila shifted slightly against the tense ache in her muscles, vision swimming as a faint numbness tingled at her fingertips. She flexed her arms to get the blood flowing again, only then feeling the chaffing presence of the restraints around her wrists. The realization sent a shockwave through her system, waking her sluggish nerves all at once as her eyes panned around the tiny prison cell. Indignation swelled within her, growing into a palpable energy in the palms of her hands. No sooner had her mind acted reflexively than a sharp jolt of pain shot down her spine.
Letting out a sharp gasp, her muscles contracting involuntarily in uncontrolled spasms, she managed to roll off the edge of the tiny cot, landing on the cold durasteel floor with a hard thud. She winced at the fresh pain stabbing in her shoulder, her mind dully recollecting the blaster wound as her convulsions faded. With her eyes rolling about their sockets somewhat listlessly, a grimace of confusion etched into her features, Mila tried again to pull on the Force for strength only to be rewarded with another series of hard shocks. Her nerves burned, a series of ragged breaths eking from her trembling lips as she suddenly comprehended a familiar weight around her neck. Feeling the steel collar pinching against her skin, she was loathe to resign herself to this fate again, lashing out with the Force once more in a desperate bid to either free herself... or die trying.
If nothing else, maybe she could force the damnable collar to short out and blow her head clean off her shoulders. After several minutes of agonized screaming and unflattering spasms that made an epileptic seem coordinated by comparison however, she gave up. Exhausted, wounded, alone... it was her childhood all over again. To have come so far and failed so miserably; were it not for her pride she may have allowed herself a moment of reprieve to release a pitiful sob. The distant sound of a footsteps grabbed her attention then, a fresh surge of defiance filling her wavering thoughts.
"I am NOT that girl." She thought, forcing herself onto her knees with a short grunt as pain lanced through her shoulder. The brief tingle of electricity felt along her spine, a cautionary reminder that forced a moment of complacency on her actions - even as she set her expression into a firm scowl. "I'll die before I beg to them." The boots trudged closer, stopping just short of her field of view as muted voices conversed for several moments. "That's right. Come and get me." The locking mechanism on the cell whirred and clicked, the door opening with a shrill hiss. She rose to her feet, albeit with some difficulty, as a lone figure entered the cell.
Her expression slackened, eyes staring wide at the man standing in the doorway.
"Hello Mila." He spoke after several minutes of uncomfortable silence, his voice hardly loud enough to carry the short distance between them. He wrung his hands anxiously, feeling her piercing gaze on him. She loathed him, he already knew that - and he could hardly blame her. Were it not for her restraints, he was certain she would have torn him limb from limb. And part of him wished she would. It would be a fitting penance after everything he'd done to ruin her life. "I'm..."
"Spare me your false sentiments." She hissed. "If you've come to kill me, just get it over with."
Her words stung deep, though he counted himself fortunate that she'd even found the desire to speak at all. Even if it was just to insult him. "I know you have no reason to trust me." He took a tentative step forward, his shoulders sinking as she moved away in response. "And I wish there was time to explain, but..."
"Oh, you don't have to explain anything Jorhan." Her verbal jab appeared to stick her father where it hurt most, his sullen eyes cast towards the floor. "You've come to finish the job." She took a step forward, sneering as her words bit in like fangs. "And you better pray you do it right this time. Because if you fail, and I escape... there will be no hole in this galaxy deep enough for you to hide in."
His eyes swiveled up to meet hers, glancing the fire behind them for but a moment before he cast his gaze aside and waved the guards in to escort her out. He lingered behind for several moments, alone with his thoughts. Slowly turning on his heel and locking the cell behind him, Jorhan made his journey in silence, secretly thankful that his daughter still hated him. It would make the inevitable end that much easier for both of them
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What daughter could ever forgive a father like him?
His pensive gaze lingered in hesitation for several moments before he found the courage to mutter the words he'd been waiting so long to say. "I'm sorry." The sentiment was lost in the company of medical droids, but that hadn't staunched the pang of guilt that rushed through him. Sorry. Never had a word tasted so bitter, nor felt so inadequate. He must have said it to her a thousand times in his head by now, but actually hearing it out loud...
Shaking his head, he finally tore his attention away to inspect her vitals. Not that he really needed to, it was the distraction he sought more than anything. To see her like this after so many years; disappointment pulled his stomach into a tight knot. His fingers curled around the console, knuckles turning white as his jaw clenched against the building ache in his lungs. The warmth of tears began to sting in the corners of his eyes, the latent thought that he deserved to feel such misery flitting through the recesses of his mind. A shrill beep suddenly emitted from the console, drawing a startled gasp from his chest. His eyes roamed wearily onto the commlink, a subdued scoff hissing through clenched teeth as he realized who it was. The console beeped again, his hand moving hesitantly to answer the call.
"Is it her?" A voice rasped over the comm.
He cast a fleeting sidelong glance towards her again, nodding quietly. "Yes."
"Yes?"
His jaw tensed, "Yes... my Lord." He spat the title out like a rancid taste.
"See to it she is brought to me."
He slammed a fist against the console as the comm hissed with static. How he hated that pompous Sith. His gaze panned back to the tank, watching her drift silently through unconsciousness. He knew the next thoughts to enter his mind were nothing short of treasonous. To go against the Sith was to invite disaster, but he had to do something - even if it cost him his life. "Not this time." He thought defiantly. "I won't lose you to that monster. Not again." At least some good would come from his sacrifice, a fleeting hope that in death he might find the redemption he knew was beyond his reach in life.
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Her eyes fluttered open again for the first time in... how long had it been? Hours? Days? There was no way for her flagging senses to tell. Blinking through the bleary dimness with a stiff groan, Mila shifted slightly against the tense ache in her muscles, vision swimming as a faint numbness tingled at her fingertips. She flexed her arms to get the blood flowing again, only then feeling the chaffing presence of the restraints around her wrists. The realization sent a shockwave through her system, waking her sluggish nerves all at once as her eyes panned around the tiny prison cell. Indignation swelled within her, growing into a palpable energy in the palms of her hands. No sooner had her mind acted reflexively than a sharp jolt of pain shot down her spine.
Letting out a sharp gasp, her muscles contracting involuntarily in uncontrolled spasms, she managed to roll off the edge of the tiny cot, landing on the cold durasteel floor with a hard thud. She winced at the fresh pain stabbing in her shoulder, her mind dully recollecting the blaster wound as her convulsions faded. With her eyes rolling about their sockets somewhat listlessly, a grimace of confusion etched into her features, Mila tried again to pull on the Force for strength only to be rewarded with another series of hard shocks. Her nerves burned, a series of ragged breaths eking from her trembling lips as she suddenly comprehended a familiar weight around her neck. Feeling the steel collar pinching against her skin, she was loathe to resign herself to this fate again, lashing out with the Force once more in a desperate bid to either free herself... or die trying.
If nothing else, maybe she could force the damnable collar to short out and blow her head clean off her shoulders. After several minutes of agonized screaming and unflattering spasms that made an epileptic seem coordinated by comparison however, she gave up. Exhausted, wounded, alone... it was her childhood all over again. To have come so far and failed so miserably; were it not for her pride she may have allowed herself a moment of reprieve to release a pitiful sob. The distant sound of a footsteps grabbed her attention then, a fresh surge of defiance filling her wavering thoughts.
"I am NOT that girl." She thought, forcing herself onto her knees with a short grunt as pain lanced through her shoulder. The brief tingle of electricity felt along her spine, a cautionary reminder that forced a moment of complacency on her actions - even as she set her expression into a firm scowl. "I'll die before I beg to them." The boots trudged closer, stopping just short of her field of view as muted voices conversed for several moments. "That's right. Come and get me." The locking mechanism on the cell whirred and clicked, the door opening with a shrill hiss. She rose to her feet, albeit with some difficulty, as a lone figure entered the cell.
Her expression slackened, eyes staring wide at the man standing in the doorway.
"Hello Mila." He spoke after several minutes of uncomfortable silence, his voice hardly loud enough to carry the short distance between them. He wrung his hands anxiously, feeling her piercing gaze on him. She loathed him, he already knew that - and he could hardly blame her. Were it not for her restraints, he was certain she would have torn him limb from limb. And part of him wished she would. It would be a fitting penance after everything he'd done to ruin her life. "I'm..."
"Spare me your false sentiments." She hissed. "If you've come to kill me, just get it over with."
Her words stung deep, though he counted himself fortunate that she'd even found the desire to speak at all. Even if it was just to insult him. "I know you have no reason to trust me." He took a tentative step forward, his shoulders sinking as she moved away in response. "And I wish there was time to explain, but..."
"Oh, you don't have to explain anything Jorhan." Her verbal jab appeared to stick her father where it hurt most, his sullen eyes cast towards the floor. "You've come to finish the job." She took a step forward, sneering as her words bit in like fangs. "And you better pray you do it right this time. Because if you fail, and I escape... there will be no hole in this galaxy deep enough for you to hide in."
His eyes swiveled up to meet hers, glancing the fire behind them for but a moment before he cast his gaze aside and waved the guards in to escort her out. He lingered behind for several moments, alone with his thoughts. Slowly turning on his heel and locking the cell behind him, Jorhan made his journey in silence, secretly thankful that his daughter still hated him. It would make the inevitable end that much easier for both of them
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