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Nov 13, 2004 11:41:55 GMT -5
Post by Jedimom/Cor-Al Gelkar on Nov 13, 2004 11:41:55 GMT -5
This is my first attempt at fan fiction. Please be kind to me! ;D
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Siki Gelkar stood shivering in the snow. The glow of the lightsaber was not enough to warm her, although having it near certainly made her feel better. Knowing it was a waste to keep it lit, she deactivated it and placed it back on her belt. It had been her sister's, or so the legend went. She never knew how she had come into contact with the one who had sent it to her, but having a lightsaber did come in handy. But having a sister who was a Jedi -- and who had presumably died in the Great Jedi Purge -- was something she'd rather forget.
She peered around the corner again. Nast was still there, talking with the one she had come to kill. Impatiently, she curled the fingers of one hand into a fist and held it up. Nast caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and nodded surreptitiously. He bade good-bye and left the Abyssin standing in the middle of nowhere, his one eye glinting. Staring at the eye, Siki was assaulted by an image. An image of a person she had never seen, had never met, but one who had haunted her life ever since she could remember.
Siki had never met her sister. Not only was Cor-Al so much older, but she had been taken away from the family before she was even a year of age. Siki had grown up as an only child, but had known she really wasn’t. Somewhere out in the galaxy there had been another female Gelkar, one who had brought pride to the family, one Siki tried to forget she was related. But that was an impossibility. Siki’s parents had constantly compared the two girls, and Siki had always come out lacking. She could not live up to the legend of her sister. The Jedi.
The Abyssin’s one eye reminded Siki of her sister’s quest. During training, it was told, Cor-Al had fought too hard against what she had tried to battle. For an instant, she had become what she had tried to overcome. In the process, She had lost an eye. But the experience had only made her stronger, allowed her to connect more deeply with the mysterious Force that surrounded the Jedi. That which did not kill her, had only made her stronger.
Staring into that eye now only moved Siki to anger. Anger against her parents for trying too hard to turn her into something she wasn’t. Anger against the sister who had left the family. Anger against the Jedi who had taken the sister she had never known.
Siki pulled the saber from her belt and ignited it. After that it was easy to approach the Abyssin. It was easy to see the fear in his eye rise, and almost too easy to kill him.
And even more fun knowing that in his last thought, he blamed the Jedi.
Just as she did.
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Nov 13, 2004 11:43:09 GMT -5
Post by Jedimom/Cor-Al Gelkar on Nov 13, 2004 11:43:09 GMT -5
Nast waited outside the cantina. “What took you so long,” he grumbled.
Siki raised a hand to silence him as they walked inside. “You could have done it as easily as I, if you weren’t so darned squeamish.”
Nast did not apologize. “Not my job,” he said evenly. “My job is to make sure you do what you were told. I could have told him who you were and what you were going to do to him as easily as I could have done it to him myself. That was not my job either.”
Siki lit the saber again and raised it to eye level, so the glow of the blade lit her face eerily. “See this,” she hissed. “I plunged it deep into that one eye of his and singed his brains. If he had any. He should have known you were just a diversion.”
Nast didn’t move, just glared at her across the glow. Finally, Siki sighed and deactivated the weapon. She placed it back on her belt and turned away.
“You never told me you were Jedi,” Nast said gutturally.
Siki whirled. “Don’t ever call me that,” she cried.
Nast stared evenly. “The tool of the trade tells all.”
“It’s not mine,” she said quietly. “It belonged to someone I thought I knew. Turns out I didn’t. Never did.”
Nast’s head scrunched up as his brain processed Siki’s riddle.
“Never mind.” Siki said, and got the attention of the cantina’s owner.
“Is the job done?” The cantina’s owner said as he led the party to a table in a secluded area behind a support.
“Of course,” Siki said nonchalantly.
The owner grunted and turned to Nast. “As she says,” he said. The owner signaled a wait-droid, which rolled over with two drinks on her tray along with a tightly wrapped package of credits. Siki took the drink first, lofted it in a toast, and then drank it while reaching for the credits.
Nast’s hand came down over her wrist. “Not yet, Jedi.” He growled. “Part of that is mine. For services rendered.”
She put the drink back on the tray and eyed him levelly. “You already got your pay,” she growled. “From Mr. Scumwad here. From Mr. Lovely Cantina Owner who can’t stand a little competition. The Abyssin’s place was doing better than his, so he offs him. Nice business management skills.”
“That Abyssin killed my son,” he growled.
“Only after his wife died from the deathsticks your son supplied to her. Deathsticks that came from your stash. I know all about you, Mr. Cantina Owner. It wasn’t just a little friendly competition. Its Black Sun warfare, and I don’t want any piece of that.”
A blaster appeared so quickly in the owner’s hand that Siki knew he had been planning on killing her from the moment he had hired her. “Too late for not getting involved,” he said. “And too late to get out of it. Goodbye, Jedi.”
The lightsaber whirled, cutting the hand of the owner before plunging into his chest. Nast rushed her, but she turned and he stumbled past. The saber fit nicely between his shoulder blades.
Breathing hard, she pulled the saber out and quickly sheathed it. She looked about the cantina. Patrons stared at her, but she calmly walked to the door. As soon as she reached it, it banged open and three stormtroopers barged in, blasters drawn. “About time you got here,” she said to the human lieutenant who accompanied them.
The lieutenant appraised the situation. “Nice work,” he said. “What do we owe you?”
Siki held up the package of credits. “This will do fine,” she said. “And keep me in mind. You never know when I may need the help. Or you may need mine again.”
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Nov 13, 2004 11:44:06 GMT -5
Post by Jedimom/Cor-Al Gelkar on Nov 13, 2004 11:44:06 GMT -5
Siki stretched out her legs and reclined in the chair. To call the place she resided in on this planet a hovel was showing it more respect than it deserved. It barely stood and wind constantly whipped through holes in the walls, but all she needed the place for was shelter. It barely qualified as that.
She closed her eyes and for once wished for something more. When she opened them, she held up the package of credits to eye level. A thin smile crossed her face. It wasn’t enough to live the life she had always dreamed, but it was enough to get her off planet. To the next job. Wherever that might be.
It was unusual for her not to know where to go to next. Usually she had her jobs lined up in advance. However, her line of work was one that relied on secrecy. Problem was, no one knew where she was at the moment to contact her. Oh well, something would come about. No matter what planet she went to, eventually someone found her and needed her help. Her reputation preceded her.
It would be nice to get out of the snow, though. She closed her eyes again and thought about where she should go next. Someplace warm. Tatooine? No, too hot. Naboo? No, the place wasn’t the same since Palpatine’s rule. Corulag…
She froze. It wasn’t often she thought of her home world. She had left long ago and had not returned. She had no reason to now. The planet had nothing to offer her.
Except…
Except nothing, she told herself..
She forced her mind elsewhere. Corellia was nice. Lots of places to get lost and lots of people who would and could hire her. Maybe she’d head to Corellia come morning.
But in the morning she found herself placing the coordinates for Corulag in her ship’s navcomputer.
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Nov 13, 2004 11:44:38 GMT -5
Post by Jedimom/Cor-Al Gelkar on Nov 13, 2004 11:44:38 GMT -5
It is true, she told herself. You can’t go home again. As cliché as that sounds.
It was amazing what one could forget about a home. Or maybe she had been so young she had never noticed. As a whole, the inhabitants of Corulag were elitist. And she couldn’t remember ever seeing so many Imps. But then the Academy was in Corulag’s capital, Curamelle.
Siki shook her head. She remembered the Corulag’s population to be fairly carefree and warm. Now they seemed totally devoted to Palpatine and his ideals. Whatever they were.
She paused in front of the structure that had been her home. She knew better than to knock on the door. No one she knew would answer. There was a placard there now, proclaiming the structure to be home to the Palpatine Historical Society.
So much for home.
So much for her past.
She didn’t know what she had expected to find on Corulag in the first place. Her parents were long dead, killed by stormtroopers when they had refused to give up Cor-Al’s location. Not that they had known. The Jedi were very secretive about their missions, although some news had filtered through. Like when Cor-Al had infiltrated the Galactic Senate to oust some corrupt low-level aides.
Taking a deep breath, Siki headed up the walkway. Without giving herself a chance to pause, she walked in and was confronted by a bronze bust of the man who was now Emperor. A slight grin curled on her lip. So much for mother’s flowery foyer, she thought.
“How may I assist you?”
Siki recognized the accent to be from Corulag though the face did not fit. The Cerean gazed at her contemptuously. Obviously he was an import, sent by the Empire to curate the museum, and had lived here long enough to pick up the mannerisms and speech patterns of the locals.
“Just browsing.” Siki tried to smile becomingly, hoping it didn’t come off ingratiating.
The archivist sniffed, then launched into a scripted oral history of Palpatine’s accomplishments.
Siki tuned out the Cerean’s monologue and wandered about the building. It was barely recognizable as the home she had grown up in. Upstairs, she stood in the room that had been hers and felt no emotion. It wasn’t until she entered “The Shrine” that she felt anything at all. The room was now home to artistic renderings of Palpatine. Earlier, it had housed relics of a different type. The room had been kept in homage to Cor-Al Gelkar.
Siki wandered about the room, looking at the artwork but not seeing. Instead she saw her sister. The Jedi Academy had allowed a few holographs be sent to the family, especially when Cor-Al had been young. Before Siki had been born. Cor-Al had been the only child for 10 years, and the Jedi had allowed news of that only child be presented to the parents. After Siki had been born, the news had slowed and then stopped althogether. The Jedi must have felt that since there was another child in the house, the one that was gone would and could be forgotten. Only sporadic information was obtained after that. The family had learned that Cor-Al had been chosen as a Padawan to Jedi Master Shan D’lar, but had heard nothing of her missions. The last communiqué they had received from the Temple had contained a holograph of Cor-Al standing by her Jedi Starfighter, just prior to her Jedi Trials. That was just a few years before Palpatine’s rise to power, and the rise of another young Jedi, Anakin Skywalker.
Siki’s mother had kept the room as a shrine. All the holos had been framed and hung lovingly on the walls. Bits of information that had been gleaned form various sources had been settled into scrapbooks with nerfhide covers. Here had been Cor-Al’s infant bunting, a creche, and various other articles her parents had used for the baby during the few months they had been allowed to have her in the home.
No such shrine for Siki. Her room across the hall had remained spartan. Not that her parents had neglected her, not at all. But when her personality had emerged, and had differed so far from that of their other beloved daughter, the form of punishment they had used was one of denial of material possessions. While Siki may have had the latest holo-sim game, she probably had not been allowed to use it as a reminder of what she had done wrong. So Siki had learned to do without. And by doing without, she had learned not to trust until suddenly she had no playmates other than herself.
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Nov 13, 2004 11:45:07 GMT -5
Post by Jedimom/Cor-Al Gelkar on Nov 13, 2004 11:45:07 GMT -5
Suddenly, Siki couldn’t breathe as the memories assaulted her. She tried to suck in air, but found her breathing coming in gasps. Fearing she’d start to hyperventilate, she hurried from the building. Once outside, she put her hand over her nose and mouth and began to breathe deeply. She willed herself to calm down. She leaned her hands on the top of her thighs to double herself over in order to sooth herself. Her hand brushed against something hard under her tunic. Her lightsaber. Correction, she thought. Her sister’s lightsaber. Tears sprang to her eyes as she reached for the weapon. She held the hilt lightly, her tears blurring the outline slightly. It had taken her a long time to master the weapon, and even still it had never felt quite comfortable. It had been made for someone else, not for her.
Siki straightened, brushed away the tears and walked back in to the building. Determinedly, she climbed the stairs to the Shrine. A gallery paying homage to the man who had purged the Jedi would be the proper resting place for the last remnant of her sister; even better that the room had once house all things Cor-Al. Siki took a deep breath, lay the saber down on the foot of a statue of Palpatine, then turned and walked away.
The Cerean archivist, Poh-Jus-Mundi, watched as the woman walked out with clear eyes. Only moments before he had noted the tears as she had entered the building for the second time. As he walked into the gallery she had just left, his eyes were drawn to the cylinder lying on the statue’s feet. Curiously, he hefted it, surprised by its weight. He knew what it was, and who would be most interested in it.
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Nov 13, 2004 11:45:45 GMT -5
Post by Jedimom/Cor-Al Gelkar on Nov 13, 2004 11:45:45 GMT -5
The Corellian corvette was prepped and ready to go. Siki stood at the bottom of the ramp, waiting for the service droids to finish stowing the provisions she had bought. She looked up when the woman approached. Never knowing who might finance her next adventure, she immediately assumed a gracious manner. Be nice until its time not to be nice.
“Is there something I can help you with?”
The woman was not tall in stature, but had a commanding yet serene presence about her. “I believe you left something behind,” she said and held out the lightsaber.
Siki looked at the woman, wondering if she knew what she held in her hands. Then she shrugged and turned away, heading up the ramp. “I left it for a reason,” she said over her shoulder.
The woman nodded, more in contemplation than agreement.
“It’s a dangerous item to leave out in the open like that,” the woman said. “You never know who might pick it up.”
Siki froze, but didn’t turn around. She could almost feel a stormtrooper’s blaster rifle aimed at her back.
“I am in need of transportation,” the woman continued, as if she hadn’t just revealed herself as an Imperial.
Siki turned, somewhat surprised to see no weapon in sight other than the lightsaber which remained in the woman’s hand. “Why should I give you a ride anywhere?”
“Because there is more to bury than your past,” the woman said. “We have to bury mine as well.”
Siki’s eyes narrowed. “Who are you.”
The woman gripped the lightsaber tighter. “I am your sister.”
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Nov 13, 2004 11:46:20 GMT -5
Post by Jedimom/Cor-Al Gelkar on Nov 13, 2004 11:46:20 GMT -5
Siki’s hands shook as she turned off the repulsorlifts and set the ship through Corulag’s orbit. Soon they rocketed past the moons and she was able to input the hyperspace coordinates for Tatooine. She didn’t really want to go to that dustball of a planet, but figured she would need the time to think everything through as well as to get to know her sister. If the woman in back was really who she said she was.
When the woman had first made her pronouncement, Siki had not said a word, had merely grunted and gestured for the woman to follow her into the ship. Neither had spoken a word. Siki had not told the woman where they were going. This was her ship, Siki told herself. It was up to her to determine where they would go.
Once they entered the hyperspace lanes, Siki walked back to the lounge area of the ship. She remembered the days before she’d had her own transportation, how she had had to beg for rides in exchange for her services. Once she had her own ship, she found it hard to turn down others looking for a way off-planet. And look where my kind heart got me, she thought. Stuck with my dead sister.
Cor-Al looked up as Siki entered the lounge. She had been sitting, eyes closed, but not asleep. Must be one of those Jedi exercises,” Siki thought in disdain. She was startled to see a family resemblance in Cor-Al around the eyes, and definitely the chin.
“I see you are heading towards Tatooine,” Cor-Al said. “Very well. That coincides with my plans. You have anticipated well.”
Siki bristled at the remark. “Don’t go thinking I’ve got some sort of Jedi abilities,” she said. “I don’t. I’ve been tested. The only abilities I have are doing what I’m paid to do.”
Cor-Al didn’t react to the outburst. “And what exactly are you paid to do?”
Siki smiled thinly. “Whatever they tell me to,” she said. “As long as they have the credits.”
Cor-Al nodded her head as Siki sat down across from her. “So, tell me something, sis. How’d you get that lightsaber back?” She nodded at the weapon hung on the woman’s belt.
Cor-Al leaned back in her seat. “The archivist at the museum is an old friend,” she said. “His uncle was a great Jedi master. He served on the Council, in fact. Poh-Jus-Mundi misses him and his advice terribly. As do I.” Her eyes grew sad.
It was Siki’s turn to nod. “I don’t even know how I came to have that lightsaber in the first place.”
“I had to make it seems I was dead,” Cor-Al said, in a matter-of-fact manner. “The easiest way to do that was to get rid of my saber. A Jedi without her saber is nothing. It’s believed to be a lost art to create one now that the crystal caves of Ilum have all but been destroyed. But I have been here. I hid there with my Padawan when the purge came. Sadly, he did not survive. I have several fine specimens of crystal suitable for my purposes. I made another saber, and it has served me well.”
“But why would you send it to me?” “I knew the element you surrounded yourself with. I knew hat eventually that someone would recognize it as mine and the word would spread.” Cor-Al let out a breath of air. “Besides, you’re my sister. I thought you might like to have it as a momento.”
“I didn’t know it was yours. Not til years later.”
“You knew. You always knew. That’s why you kept it and learned to use it.”
Siki continued. “Some Trandoshan recognized it and told me whose it was. He laughed and said he was glad not all Gelkars were so high and mighty. He said you were a slur on the family name.”
“Only a slur to those who are slurs themselves,” Cor-Al stated. “For years it was a name to be proud of. Years before me. Our father…”
“Our father was killed trying to protect you,” Siki interrupted hotly. “That’s all you ever did for him. Mother, too. I only managed to escape because I was at Coruscant for school. I never returned to Corulag, until now. Now I wish I’d never come back at all. Why were you there? Don’t you think they’d be looking for you on your home planet?”
“The time for searching is over. Those who hunted me now believe me to be dead.”
Then why did you tell me you have to bury your past as well as mine?”
Cor-Al looked away for a moment. “That’s why we’re heading to Tatooine,” she said quietly. “To bury my husband.”
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Nov 13, 2004 11:46:49 GMT -5
Post by Jedimom/Cor-Al Gelkar on Nov 13, 2004 11:46:49 GMT -5
Siki blinked. “Your husband? Whatever happened to that old ‘A Jedi shall not know love’ thing?”
“This is a different era. What we know of the Jedi is gone. My husband was not a Jedi, but he was strong in the Force. We united and had a son who is equally as strong. I can still teach him the ways of the Jedi and he can make the Universe better just by being in it.”
Siki’s head reeled from the information she had just received. Not only was her sister alive, but she had a nephew as well. “I’d like to meet him,” she said, surprising herself.
“You will. On Tatooine. We must take my husband’s body back for burial.”
“Back where?”
“Dupida.”
Siki shook her head. “Never heard of it.”
“Not many have. It is on the far Outer Rim, farther even than Ryloth. Almost in the Unknown. Lanhi Tam had been a leader there, a Royal. Then we met and I recognized him as a Force user. We fell in love and he joined me in my travels. Only rarely did we part. This last time I returned to Corulag to help Poh-Jus-Mundi lay claim to some Jedi artifacts. Not for the museum though; for his own collection which will one day benefit all Force users. I heard the news that Lanhi had contracted a rare disease and had succumbed to it only shortly before I heard you were on the planet as well. The Force brought us together at this time. Nothing is coincidental.”
Siki snorted. “Everything’s coincidental. Your being here just proves that to me.”
Cor-Al actually smiled. “So you say.”
There was silence for a moment. The Siki said, “Okay. I’m sorry to hear about your husband. I’ll take you to Tatooine and then I’ll be on my way. I have a busy schedule, you know. There are people who need my help out there. Tatooine’s full of Hutts who are always eager to hire me. Besides, how do you know that I won’t just turn you in to the Imperials?”
“You won’t.” Cor-Al said simply.
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Nov 13, 2004 11:47:32 GMT -5
Post by Jedimom/Cor-Al Gelkar on Nov 13, 2004 11:47:32 GMT -5
The rest of the trip passed in relative silence. The two sisters encountered each other, but said little beyond pleasantries. Cor-Al could tell that Siki was hardening herself, not wanting to get involved. She wondered how to get her sister to open up and show her true self.
It didn’t take much. Just the presence of a ten-year-old fireball named Karm Vin.
After the ship docked and the ramp dropped, Cor-Al emerged first. Her face showed the first trace of emotion as a sandy-haired boy came running to her and jumped into her arms.
“Mom,” he said, tears in his eyes. He couldn’t continue.
“I know,” Cor-Al whispered, holding the boy close. “He’s one with the Force now. And we will join him one day.”
Tears sprang in Siki’s eyes also. Angrily, she wiped them away. She didn’t want to be affected by the scene of grief and love.
“I got your holo, Mom. I’m here just like you said to be.”
Cor-Al ruffled the boy’s hair. “I’m glad. There’s someone I want you to meet.” Cor-Al put her hand on her son’s back and gestured towards Siki. “This is my sister. Your aunt.”
The boy’s face broke into a wide grin that melted Siki’s heart. It was as if suddenly every maternal instinct she thought she never had came flooding over her. So many wasted years. . .
“She will take care of you until I return from Dupida.”
At first, the words barely registered in Siki’s brain, then her mouth dropped open. “Uh-uh, Sis. No way. I can’t keep a kid with me.”
“You will. It’ll only be three days.”
“Mom, I want to go with you.”
Cor-Al glanced down at her son, then knelt in front of him. “You can’t go,” she told him quietly. Tears went into his eyes again. “If you go, they will make you king and take you away from me. I don’t think either of us wants that. There are greater things out there for both of us.”
Karm nodded his understanding. They’d had the conversation before when he had wanted to visit his father’s home planet.
Siki cleared her throat. “What about me? I can’t take him with me.”
“I’ll be using your ship,” Cor-Al told her.
Siki laughed. “Don’t go using Jedi mind tricks on me. It won’t work.”
“I’m not using any tricks. I just know you’ll do the right thing. You can use my ship while I’m gone if you need to. It’s an old Delta Seven. I’ve had it modified for passengers, but a body is another consideration. There’s no cargo hold.”
“Either way, he can’t come with me.”
“That’s why you’ll stay here with him. Please.”
They stared at each other. Siki could read the desperation in Cor-Al’s eyes. Siki sighed. “Okay. But three days only. After that, I’ll report my ship as stolen if you’re not back and leave the kid with neighbors.”
Cor-Al nodded. “Thank you, Siki.”
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Nov 13, 2004 11:47:58 GMT -5
Post by Jedimom/Cor-Al Gelkar on Nov 13, 2004 11:47:58 GMT -5
Siki supervised the loading of Lanhi’s body onto the ship and stood next to the boy as Cor-Al departed. The boy’s face crumpled as he watched his parents – one dead, one alive – disappear.
Siki was at a loss as to what to do next. “So, now what.”
Karm shrugged. “We go home, I guess.”
He led her to a small hut on the outskirts of town. She was amazed by its spartan condition. “Surely this isn’t the house of a king,” she commented.
Karm shrugged. “Jedi are used to making do with little,” he stated. “Besides, if we have to leave, it easier to get away if you have little.”
She was impressed by his attitude. Most kids she knew were very into material possessions, be it toys or hologames. She had beenthat way herself. She realized now what her parents had been trying to teach her by their punishment.
The three days passed quickly. Siki watched the boy and marveled at his ability to totally relax and let his mind open. He had a few friends his own age and she watched as he played with them. At his age, she recalled, she had been full of anger and hate against her parents for favoring the sister long gone. The anger had extended towards kids her own age for ignoring her. She now realized that they had not ignored her, rather she had pushed them away. She hadn’t wanted anyone to get close to her.
She hadn’t wanted to disappoint anyone the way she felt she had disappointed her own parents.
Siki met her ship as it landed in Mos Eisley. Cor-Al skillfully maneuvered the corvette to a safe landing and disembarked. Siki could see her sister had been crying, but not recently. The red eyes and tracks on her face had not been washed away.
“It was hard to leave him there,” Cor-Al said as she hugged her son. “But it was harder to return here. Perhaps it is time to move on.”
Karm nodded. “I feel it too, Mom. It’s time to go.” He looked over at Siki. “Will you come with us?”
Siki’s first impulse was to protest. She didn’t want any part of the noble cause of the Jedi. She had her own life. However, when she looked at Karm’s face, she knew she wanted to get to know the boy better, wanted to watch him grow. She looked at to find Cor-Al searching her face.
“You don’t have to come,” Cor-Al said quietly, only for Siki’s ears.
Siki knelt down in front of the boy. “Listen, Karm,” she said. “Things have changed. I’ve changed. A lot of that is because of you. But I am still no Jedi.”
Karm looked disappointed. “I can’t come with you, not now.” Siki continued gently. “But I will promise you I will see you again. Hey, I’ll be your favorite aunt.”
Karm smiled. “You’re my only aunt.”
“It won’t be so long,” Siki said. “We’ll set up some trips together, you and I. Maybe your mom can come too if she’s not busy. If she has to go away, you can come and stay with me.”
Karm’s smile grew wider. “It’s a deal.”
Siki straightened up. “Are you sure about that?” Cor-Al said. “Don’t make the boy promises you can’t keep.”
Siki looked at her sister. “It’s time I grew up,” she said finally. “I’ve been running forever, it seems. I want a real home now. Being with Karm has made me realize what I’ve been missing. Now I know I have family,” she squeezed the word out. “I want to be there for them. For you. Maybe have some kids of my own, too. Someday.”
Cor-Al smiled. “Wise you have become.”
“What?” Siki laughed.
“Nothing, just something an old Master of mine used to say.
The sisters looked at each other for a moment and the locked hands around each other’s wrists. “You are my sister,” Siki stated. “I will be there for you whenever you might need me.”
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Post by Jedimom/Cor-Al Gelkar on Oct 19, 2012 14:00:17 GMT -5
Wow, I can't believe this story is that old! 2004! I remember writing it while at work in the evenings when JCPenney was totally dead. I was one of the few who had a desk at JCPenney (shared with otehrs in my dept. but a desk nonetheless since we basically worked one to a shift (except at busiest Christmas hours).
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