The door to the Skywalker residence slid shut behind them. Sylvana walked beside Sci and Arrek silently, brooding as the unlocked memories swirled painfully in her mind. Suddenly, she looked up, her grey eyes dark in anger and feelings of betrayal. She stopped walking, gripping her hands into fists at her sides as the others simply walked on. They were the only beings in the hallway.
"So we're leaving at Nineteen? Going back to Mendellia, or somewhere else, Sci?" Arrek wanted to know.
Sci simply said "Mendellia." Suddenly, Arrek noticed that Sylvana had stopped. Sci kept going at first, but finally, slowly, he turned to face her.
She growled. "You LIED to me, Major. How DARE you?!"
Sci stared at her with barely-contained emotion and managed to simply say, "We will discuss this later, Special Agent Lorrdain."
She looked as though she were about to go on, then suddenly stopped as though reigned in by those simple, authoritative words. "Yes, Sir," she said. Chagrined, she stepped back a pace. After taking a deep breath she squared her shoulders. "Request permission to leave."
"Granted."
"Where are you going?" Arrek called to her retreating form. "Remember, we leave at Nineteen hundred."
"I'm going to talk at Rikki, there's some explaining to do." With a firm nod to the two, she headed quickly off in the opposite direction.
Arrek looked at Sci in confusion. "Rikki?"
"Sith!" a voice coming from, seemingly, nowhere exclaimed quietly, followed by the sound of running footsteps disappearing off in Sylvana's direction.
Sci said nothing, he merely resumed walking.
Sylvana found her way to the office of one Captain Garik Loran. She moved past the secretary desk and lifted a hand to knock on the door.
"I'm sorry, miss, the Captain is busy right now. If you would care to have a seat--"
"No. I will speak with him NOW, thank you. You can either tell him to get his arse out here, or I can bang on the door until he opens it," she informed the woman coldly.
"Miss, I'm sure if you would just calm down a moment--"
"I AM calm!" Sylvana nearly shouted as she threw her arms out to either side.
Face, having heard the young woman, finished speaking into the comlink, then palmed his door open, looking out.
Sylvana saw him, and before he could say a word, she walked over and bapped him. "You figured it out, and you didn't even bother to tell me?!?"
"Shh, Vanni, come into the office," he rubbed at the back of his skull, "We can talk about it calmly like normal people."
"Normal people? Since when am I normal people, Rikki?"
"Okay, you're not normal people, but you're family. Please, Vanni, I can explain!" He took her arm gently, and ushered her into his office.
As the door slid closed behind them, two Wraiths that had been in the corner getting some caf, looked at each other. Kell raised an eyebrow at his wife, "Rikki?"
Tyria simply shrugged, "Family?"
He let his steaming cousin pace about the office while he silently moved to sit on the front of his desk. After a few minutes, when her frenzied pacing began calming down, he spoke. "I take it you've been to see Skywalker?"
She whirled around and sat in a chair. "Yes," she frowned. "Why didn't you say it? Why didn't you tell me I was some sort of half-bred freak when you'd figured it out?"
"You're not a freak, Vanni. You're just..." he sighed. "I wanted to tell you, but you know that Sci stopped me the first time; and the second time... well I thought that if you regained the memories by yourself it'd be better."
She let out a frustrated sigh and hung her head, "Yeah, I guess so. Rikki, I've gotta tell you something... and you won't like hearing it."
He nodded, fairly certain he knew what was coming.
"Salmar Anorhen Peredhil Loran is dead." She said the full name blankly as she looked up, tears shining in her eyes. "How could I have forgotten? He's not just my brother, he's my twin!" She bit her lip. "I... I saw it happen," she whispered, looking down at her twisting hands. "I remember now."
Only, he's not dead... and until recently, I thought you were. Face hopped down as he schooled his features to sorrow. It wasn't difficult; the script given the Loran family recently was an awful one. He moved over and lay a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear it," he said finally. What else could he say? It wasn't his place to tell her anything, not when he'd been asked to remain silent.
She put her throbbing head in her hands as she wept. "They tortured us, and they killed him... there wasn't anything I could do to stop them." She paused and breathed deeply. "I... I wish I didn't remember. It's like an explosion's gone off in my mind, and suddenly everything's come back, but it's all so jumbled I can't make sense of it until I just sit down and remember from begining to end," she sniffled. "I wish I never came here... I want to go home..." she started to cry again, "and my head hurts so bad...."
Face was at a loss for words and angry at his situation in this whole thing. He hadn't thought he'd ever see her again, yet after twenty galactic years, here she was. He simply stood beside her, brushing her hair away and rubbing her back comfortingly as she wept.
In the corner, silent tears of joy and sorrow intermingled down his cheeks as he watched what Sylvana was going through. Yet, once again, there was nothing he could do.
Silently, he moved over to Face's desk, and dialed something invisably into the Wraith's datapad.
They leave at 1900, make sure she gets back to the other Terrans safely. -Fes.
Leaving the datapad where it lay on the desk, he slightly turned the device from where it had been originally, so Face would know it'd been tampered with, and then he silently left the room.
The door to his office mysteriously swished open, then shut. Face quirked an eyebrow, then looked over to his desk. His datapad was lying at a slight angle to which he'd put it. With a slight frown and a narrowing of the eyes, he nodded. He would see what was written later, but somehow... he already knew.
The main door slid open inexplicably. He looked up to see who the un-invited guest was, but there was no-one to be seen. The door slid shut, and he shook his head as he went back to working at his terminal.
There was a tap on his shoulder. He turned and looked up to see a young man, the evidence of recent tears having been shed still evident in the red rim of his eyes. His heart stopped briefly; had something happened to the Terran? Had the Farsighted Esoteric Safeguard actually failed?
His heart started working again, abruptly, when the other man hit him.
"I'm in the ninth Corellian hell, and the seventh Lorrdian heaven at the same time; and it's all because of you!"
"What? What are you talking about?" He rubbed at the sore place on his cheek, aware it would likely bruise.
"No, of course you don't know what I'm talking about," the young man who'd entered sighed, then ran a hand through his hair as he moved to sit down. "How would you feel if you found out the person you cared about, more than anything, wasn't actually sixteen galactic years dead, but alive, breathing, and under your very nose!? Add to that the fact she believes you are dead, and you can't even reveal yourself to her, or tell her you're alive!"
He blinked in confusion. "You're not making any sense. What the sith are you talking about?" There was a slow intake of breath, let out in a regulated sigh. "Sylvana," he replied simply.
This man has feelings for Sylvana? That could present a problem.... His eyes narrowed slightly, "You're not telling me something. What is it?"
The young man looked up, his eyes meeting the older man's evenly. "She is my sister."
He frowned, "You said you had no family."
"I didn't, I believed they were all dead. I was mistaken."
"She's your sister," he repeated, finding it difficult to believe. "Why didn't you recognise her until now?"
The younger man simply nodded in response to the first question, refraining from offering explanation to the second. "We have a problem."
"What do you plan to do about it?"
"You're my boss, this time around. Tell me how you want me to fix it. You know as well as I do that I can't watch her and be known to be watching her at the same time."
"I could tell her you're alive."
"She'd ask how you know."
"You're right. We have a problem."