Quote:She turned to Annie, “Where can he sleep Annie” she asked softly as she rested her hand on her son's shoulder.
Annie smiled, “Here, let my man show you the way,” she said motioned for the droid to step forward. The metal droid was a near prefect version of Ogon. A close friend that had fallen in battle to Rose during the early days of her possession. A man that Anastasya had loved deeply, but had been too shy to tell him. The sight of the droid filled her with both happiness and remorse. Duncan could only shake his head as he felt all that she was feeling.
The droid spoke in a strange accent that resembled more of a westerner, or rancher. He had a pair of nasty blaster pistols on his hips and a large light repeater on his back. He wore normal clothing that fit his accent. The black hat was just the icing on the cake. Anastasya motioned to Falynn and the child, “please take our guest to the VIP Quarters, Love.”
Anastasya smiled as the metal Ogon stepped forward, “right this way, Ma'am” the droid version of Ogon said in his own voice.
Falynn smiled at her old friend and knew what she was thinking, “one day you are going to have to just give up the droids and fall in love like the rest of us.”
“Oh sure, Love!” she said playfully, “yeah like it has worked out so well for everyone else, RIGHT!”
Falynn only smiled back as she picked up her son and followed the droid Ogon out. Annie smiled as she waved at the little boy who waved back at her. 'I want kids' she thought for a moment then dismissed the thought. It was a rare glimpse in to the mind of a harden criminal. He knew that she was sad to give up on the idea of children because her life and loyalty to her sister, Aral, wouldn’t allow for children.
However, for Falynn, Duncan saw a sense of determination. He followed Anastasya’s thoughts as her mind wondered. The pregnancy was a surprise, but she wasn’t about to give the child up. Even when she placed him in an orphanage, she couldn’t keep away. She snuck over to see him. Still Falynn wasn’t complete free. She was still a wanted runaway within the Hutt's Syndicate, which meant she could never have a normal life. She was far too valuable to HIM, her former Hutt Master. And as long as he was alive, she could never truly be free from the Syndicate. Despite Aral's best efforts to kill him, he managed to avoid just dying like a good little Hutt should. Her smile now completely gone as she looked back down in to her coffee, “If Steven was here, he would say something to cheer me up and make me laugh.”
She turned to him, “you knew that this was part of who you are. From the very beginning, you know that this laid ahead of you.” She tilted her head slightly, “why did you think you alone were able to banish the daughter. Did you think that just anyone could?”
She smiled to him, “we didn’t choose your destiny. We only allowed you to realize it.” She turned back to the scene, “your steps on this path have already been taken.” She turned back to him, “turn back now and the son can still be banished. But not defeated. In a few thousand years, both will return. We have expended too much of ourselves to protect the Galaxy. If not you, then the heroes of the time will have to rise up to stop them. And they will not have someone thumbing the scale for them.”
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