XXXVII: Range Day

"Daddy, I'm not so sure about all of this..." Rebecca said as she tagged along behind her father. The two had just finished lunch and were heading to the shooting range.

"Trust me, it's for your own good." Okins replied.

"I don't even know which one I should get." she said. "I don't know anything about blasters or weaponry."

"That's what I'm here for." He said.

As they entered the establishment, Rebecca couldn't help but feel incredibly uncomfortable. The walls were covered in different sized pistols, rifles, canons, and other various weapons she couldn't quite identify. While her father spoke to the employee behind the desk, she walked over to one of the display cases and and looked at the different rifles. The longer she looked at them, the more she wanted to run out of the establishment and head for home.

"Rebecca, c'mon." Okins said, waving her over as the clerk led them to the shooting area. It was a narrow aisle way with a chair and table in the center of the shooting area. Several meters away there was a body-shaped target hanging on the back wall. The clerk set a box of various blasters down on the table and returned to the front.

"Ready?"

"No..." Rebecca said. She stepped forward and peered into the box. There were two smaller pistols and one large rifle. She picked up the smallest of the three and examined it. The weapon was a bit chunky and she wasn't surprised when it felt uncomfortable to hold.

Okins picked up one of the larger weapons so he could demonstrate how to use it. "Here, hold it like this, wrapping your finger around the trigger. Then, you just lift, aim, and shoot." He raised his arm towards the target across the room and fired. "Simple."

Rebecca had jumped, startled from the blaster's discharge. "Daddy I don't know if I can."

"Of course you can. Here, I'll help you." He placed his hands over her own and positioned them on the blaster properly. "Now, aim, and fire." He guided her arm upwards and helped her press the trigger. The discharge made her jumpy again. "Now it's your turn," he said, removing his hands.

Rebecca swallowed. "Okay..." she took a deep breath and took aim. Her hand wouldn't stop shaking from nerves. The longer she stood there, the more the shaking continued. Finally she fired. The shot missed the target completely. She sighed and dejectedly lowered her weapon to her side. While doing so, she heard a loud bang and promptly dropped the gun as her father fell and braced the chair for support.

In her attempt to lower the weapon, she ended up squeezing the trigger and shooting a bolt right into her father's foot.

XXXVI: Blaster Talk

"Rebecca, time to eat." Okins called from the kitchen as he took  a tray out of the oven and set it on the table. Rebecca came in and sat down. She peered over at small paper bags sitting beside the table settings.

"Um, Daddy? What are those for?" She asked, pointing to the bags.

Okins dished out the meal. "Those are 'emergency meal removal bags' in case things go sour."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "So they're barf bags."

"No no no....you make it sound so gross when you say it like that."

"Because it is?" She asked, eyeing the meal in front of her. "Do you really not trust yourself with food?"

"My skills are a little rusty." He replied and sat down. "C'mon, try it."

Rebecca hesitantly scooped up some food onto her fork and put it in her mouth. She chewed it slowly, trying to keep her facial expression pretty neutral. After a few more chews, she finally swallowed it and leaned back in her seat.

"Well?"

"It was...oh kriff..." she said, then quickly downed most of her beverage.

"That bad, huh." He asked. She nodded. Okins threw his napkin onto the table. "Well  there's the diner down the next block. Let's just go out."

"Good idea." She agreed. Together they quickly cleaned up from the failed dinner attempt and left the apartment for the landing strip where they grabbed a speeder to the restaurant.

"I was thinking..." Okins began.

"Uh oh..."

"I think it's time you learned to defend yourself."

Rebecca blinked, inquisitive. "You mean...self defense class or something?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of weaponry. It's time you got yourself a blaster."

"...a....blaster??" Rebecca asked, unsure of how she feels about owning a weapon. "This has "Aria Brisard" written all over it, doesn't it..."

"Oh no, she had nothing to do with this. I want you to have a blaster. It's a good weapon and handy to have when you're alone."

"Daddy, I don't like weapons. What good is having one when I probably will be afraid to even touch it, even fire it?"

"We'll have to build up your confidence, that's all." Okins said. "Just think, in time you'll be just as comfortable wielding a weapon as I am." He grinned at his daughter until he saw the unimpressed look on her face. "Okay, maybe not that much. The point is you'll be able to protect yourself. What happened on Corellia will never occur again."

"Do I have to have one?"

"Yes. We'll pick one out after we eat." He said as he landed the speeder. "Tomorrow you and I will head to the range to start practice."

Rebecca sighed and followed after her father, now with little enthusiasm. "Joy."

XXXV: New Home

"I uh...hope you don't mind the mess." Okins said as he switched the light on in the spare bedroom of his Coruscant apartment. "I know it's not the fancy, frilly, princess-y paradise you've been stuck in for the last few years, but..."

"It's fine, Daddy." Rebecca said. She walked inside and placed her bags on the bed. "I think it'll be a nice change."

Okins nodded. "I'll start moving my junk out over the next few days. I've been needing to go through this stuff anyway. But for now, I'll let you start to settle in."

Later that night Rebecca tossed and turned in bed. Events from the last several days kept tolling on her mind. Finally she propped herself on her elbows and looked at the chrono sitting on her nightstand. 0100 hours. She sighed and threw the covers off of her. Deciding that a drink of water might calm herself down, she crept out of her bedroom to the kitchen.  On her way there, she passed by her father sitting on the couch working late. He looked up as she went by.

"I thought you went to bed hours ago. Are you alright?"

"I can't sleep." she replied as she poured herself some water.

"Is it not comfortable in there? He asked, setting his work down.

"No, it's fine...I'm just a bit restless, I guess." Rebecca walked over and sat down on the couch beside him. "Can I stay with you for a while? I don't want to be alone..."

"Sure, sweetheart." He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "I'm afraid what I'm doing isn't very interesting though."

"That's okay." She said, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I don't mind..."

Okins held her closer and returned to his work. "You're going to be alright, Rebecca. Just give it some time." He said, reaching for another stack of reports. "And if you--" He paused and glanced at her when she didn't respond to him before to find she had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Okins kissed her forehead. "Goodnight Rebecca."

XXXIV: Reunion

Deroh Okins turned the corner to return to Rebecca's room when he was met in the corridor by Aria Brisard. She immediately stopped him in his tracks.

"Satisfied?"

Okins shrugged. "I did what had to be done." 

"Playing judge, jury and executioner? I think you did it a bit too well. We could hear your victim's howling all the way down here."

Okins gave a dark smirk. "That means I did it right."

Aria shuddered. "You're lucky Becky didn't hear it. I think she's been through enough for one night."

"Kriffing..." he sighed. "Is she awake?"

Aria nodded. "Just a few moments ago. Luckily for you, she was spared the trauma. The medical officer is with her now."

"Good." He tried to push his way past her but she held her own. "Brisard..."

"You can't go in there dressed like that! Are you crazy?" she said. "Look at yourself!"

Okins glanced down at his bloodied uniform and sighed. He unfastened his uniform tunic and tossed it aside revealing his black undershirt. "Better?"

"I guess so." She examined him. "There's still some splotches on your pants."

"Kark it. If she asks, it's a drink." He pushed Aria aside and opened the door. Rebecca was sitting up with her back to the door. The medical officer was completing his examination so she didn't hear Aria and her father enter the room. Okins and Brisard stood off to the side and waited for the officer to complete his check up. The man soon finished and saluted to them on his way out.

Okins watched Rebecca for a few moments. Even though her back was to him, he could still tell she was distraught. A few sniffles were audible and she kept rubbing her eyes. He stepped forward to the bed and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Becky..."

She whirled around to see her father standing beside her. "Daddy...?"

Okins nodded and opened his arms to her. She then quickly jumped off the bed and hugged him tightly, burying her face into his chest and crying.

"Shh..." he said, consoling her. "It's alright, I'm here. You're safe now, and I promise now that I'm here no one will harm you again."

XXXIII: Retribution

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"It's about time you two got here." Commander Desro said as he rushed Admiral Okins and Aria Brisard through the winding corridors of the naval base. "We were beginning to get worried."

"Coruscant isn't exactly a small jump away." Okins said. "I thought Rebecca would have clued you in on our arrival."

Desro shook his head. "She hasn't said a word."

"Where is Becky? Is she ok?" Aria asked, worried. "We were able to hear some sketchy audio on our flight from her com-link. Reception wasn't too good. She must've left it on during...whatever happened."

"Relax, Commander, for the most part, she's alright." Desro said. As they entered the medical wing, he stopped them in front of one of the patient rooms. The door had a fairly large window, and once they approached, Aria and Okins were able to see Rebecca lying on the medical bed inside.

"Can we go in?" Aria asked.

Desro nodded and opened the door. "She's resting for now. We gave her some pain medication so she should be out for another hour or so."

Aria walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. She looked over at Rebecca and saw a bandage over the side of her friend's face. She gently put her hand over it, and turned back to Desro. "She hit her head?"

Desro nodded. "Either she was struck with something hard by her assailant or she just hit the ground. She was down when we found her."

Okins picked up his daughter's hand and grasped it tightly. When her arm moved, the sleeve of her medical shift slid down her arm revealing a large bruise just below her wrist. He motioned to Aria to check her other arm. An identical marking was visible. "She's all bruised..." He spun around to Desro. "Are these the only ones?"

Desro shook his head. "There's some lighter ones at her shoulders and legs and..." he slid his finger along his neck to demonstrate, "a slight cut on her neck...wasn't deep enough to make her bleed, thank the maker for that. Whatever was pressing there wasn't there for long."

Okins placed her hand back down on the bed and pulled Desro out into the hall. "What exactly happened here? Tell me everything."

Desro shrugged. "To be honest, we're not exactly sure. She rung the gate for entry. The trooper on duty then commed back to the central office for a confirmation. By the time they opened the gate, she was gone. They called me down to the gate, we heard a scream and then there she was in the alley at the end of the road."

Okins rubbed his forehead. "The local authorities need to nab this bastard."

"We've detained him, sir."

Aria stood and joined the men in the hall. "Wait...you have him? He wasn't gone when you arrived?"

Desro shook his head. "No, the man was on top of her when we got there."

Okins flexed his fingers, angry. "Who did this?"

"I believe his name is Jeref Ulmeran." Desro said, scratching the back of his head, "At least...that's what the guard said.

"Ulmeran?" Aria asked. Who's that?"

"A dead man." Okins growled as he started towards the detention wing. Aria quickly ran up and stood in his path.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to teach this bastard a lesson." He said, removing his blaster from his holster.

"You can't just go shooting people!" She exclaimed.

"Watch me."

Desro stepped forward. "I'm afraid she's right, Admiral. His lawyers were already called...he's the local authority's problem.

"Not anymore he isn't." Okins turned halfway to look Desro in the eye. "That man assaulted my daughter, he's my problem; and now he's going to pay for it."

"Let me come with you." Aria said.

"NO. You stay here with Becky. She needs you."

"But sir..."

"That's an order, Brisard! Now step aside!" He pushed Aria out of the way and stalked towards the brig.

Aria sighed and returned to Rebecca's room. She stopped next to Desro and patted his shoulder. "I hope you've got a body bag ready."

~~**~~ 

Admiral Okins stood at the doorway to Jeref Ulmeran's cell and waved the trooper on watch to open the hatch. The door then slid open and he stepped inside. Jeref was lying on the bench with his eyes closed. His hands, bound by restraints, were resting on his stomach. As the door closed behind him, he started to get a strong whiff of alcohol coming from Jeref. When Okins got close, Jeref opened his eyes and sat up. He eyed the admiral and scoffed.

"What, the Empire not have enough for you to do or something? They have to send an admiral down to interrogate me?"

"No, I'm here on my own. Don't let the uniform fool you."

"Well I should warn you..." Jeref smirked. "You can't hold me here for long. I've called the best lawyers in the city. They're no doubt working on my release now."

Okins ran a hand over his blaster slowly, trying to keep his temper in check. "Well, let me break it to you this way. I wouldn't count on your fancy lawyers to do any good, not after what you've done."

"Why don't you refresh my memory, pops."

"Why don't you wipe that smirk off your face before I shoot it off." Okins snapped. "And lose the attitude. You really think this is funny? I'm not at all laughing."

"What, so I got a little over-excited with a girl. There's no harm in that, right?"

The little restraint that Okins had left snapped. He reached forward and grabbed Jeref by the front of the shirt, then hurled him across the room. Jeref struck the opposite wall and as he slid down to the floor his head struck a bolt on the wall. The cut started a small stream of blood trickling down the side of his face.

"What in kark's name do you think gave you the right to go around attacking ladies off the street?"

Ariam rubbed his face, smearing blood onto his hands. "She was promised to me. Her...grandmother and I had an agreement."

Okins grabbed the front of the man's tunic again and slammed him into the wall a second time, holding him in place. "What kind of agreement?" When Jeref wouldn't speak, Okins shook him violently. "Answer me!"

Jeref swallowed. "Elsa...told me about Ariam Vorru's plans. She said if Ariam couldn't have her, I could." He coughed. "Vorru's...rejection was broadcasted all over the INN a few hours ago. That makes her mine now. Just taking what belonged to me." He tried to wrestle himself from Okins' grip. "And get your hands off me, old man. I'm not your problem."

Okins pressed him tighter, circling his fingers closer to Jeref's throat. "That's where you're wrong," he growled. "That girl you assaulted tonight was my daughter; that means you are my problem. Your ass is mine..."

"I'm not afraid of you, pops."

"Not yet," Okins growled and glared down at Jeref, his eyes full of anger. "Now you get to suffer twice the pain you just put my daughter through." Using his free hand, Okins snatched up his blaster and pressed it to Jeref's head, right between the eyes. "I hope you've made peace with your maker...by the time I'm done with you, you'll be dreading the day you were born."

Screams were heard in the brig corridor for several minutes followed by two blaster shots. Finally, Okins stepped out of the cell, the front of his uniform covered in blood. As he passed the trooper standing watch,  he pointed back to the cell.

"Bag, tag, and trash him. That's an order."

XXXII: Emergency Call

(Younger/sensitive readers may not wish to read past the divider.)

Rebecca rushed about her bedroom trying to pack as quickly as she could. She feared her grandmother would have left the gala almost as soon as she herself did and would be arriving home any minute, and worse, possibly bringing both Ariam and Moff Vorru with her. Rebecca tore through her closet, throwing the dresses and gowns she was planning on taking onto the bed and purposefully leaving anything Ariam had gifted to her behind.  Next came the letters she had been receiving from Aria and her father. She opened her nightstand drawer and took out the giant stacks. Once those were packed, she moved on to the silver jewelry box given to her by her father on her birthday. She opened the box and packed all of its contents. Finally, she removed the bottom layer revealing the hidden comm unit. The original note was still attached:

Becky, 
You're twenty-one now! Congrats! You reached a great milestone, it's just unfortunate our circumstances prevent me from spending this day with you. 

I'm sure Granny-Goodness hasn't yet given you one of these, so let me be the first. It's a comm unit. But don't get too excited...I'm giving this to you for emergency uses only. There's two frequencies programed into it: the first is mine. The second goes to Aria. One of us will answer. And if we don't? You have permission to knock our heads in when we see you. That's a promise. When things get truly unbearable where you are, I WANT you to call. I'll come get you and you can stay with me on Coruscant, guardian-ship be damned.

I'm sorry this needs to have limited use, but it's for the best. The last thing you need is Granny destroying it for "fraternizing with the enemy", as we military folk call it. I look forward to hearing your voice, no matter the circumstance of the call. 

Happy Birthday, 
Dad 

The time read 2200 hours, not too late to make a call. She tore the paper off and dialed with shaky fingers. Static was heard as she waited for an answer on the other end.

"Okins here." 

"Daddy?" Rebecca asked, her voice stressed. "I need your help..."

~~**~~ 

Coronet City's streets were nearly empty as the time drew closer to midnight. Rebecca walked briskly towards the central naval base on the edge of the city. Every few steps she stumbled slightly from being weighed down by her travel bags. She stopped at one of the street corners for a quick break and to check the time. 2430 hours. Taking a deep breath, she pressed forward, starting to avoid the main roads as she passed by the Vorru estate. From the distance, she could see several speeders still parked in the front and was surprised the gala was still going on so late, especially since she had fueled the flames by departing so unexpectedly. She did feel relieved upon seeing her grandmother's speeder still there, meaning she hadn't been home. Rebecca felt a small twinge of guilt not saying goodbye to her, but pressed onward anyway, knowing all too well that her grandmother would use every bit of persuasion to keep her from leaving.

As she turned another corner, she smiled, seeing the base's armored gate in the distance. Almost there. Her father assured her over the comm that the base never closed. An officer was always on duty, and they were awaiting her there. Because of this, she slowed her pace down. Her feet were hurting thanks to her heeled shoes and her arms were tired from carrying the heavy bags.

Halfway to the base, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Something isn't right... She turned her head slightly and noticed a male figure stumbling down the sidewalk behind her. Getting nervous, she quickened her pace. He quickened his.  As she continued walking, she grabbed the comm from her pocket and dialed.

"Brisard here." 

"Aria?? Are you guys here yet?"

"We're on route, Becky. We'll need another three hours. We were coming from Coruscant."

"Can you get here any faster?" She asked, clear fear in her voice.

"Becky, what's wrong?" her father asked.  

"I think I'm being followed..." she replied, quickly stowing the comm back in her pocket and leaving the connection going.  

She hurried as fast as she could to the gate and upon arriving hit the comm button requesting entry. As she waited, she heard the footsteps get louder and louder. Her heart racing, she fled down the nearest street in hopes of losing her stalker. Not sure where she was headed, she made an error and took an immediate right turn into a dead end.

"Great..." she mumbled. Wondering if she was able to lose her stalker, she turned around slowly and froze upon seeing the man's silhouette standing in the entrance to the alley. He stood there for several minutes staring off in her direction. Suddenly he started stumbling his way into the alley. As he drew closer, she started to back up and search for a way past him.

"Well, well, well..." he said. His speech was slightly uneven and slurred. "What a coincidence it is, finding you here."

"Who are you?" she asked, "What do you want with me?"

"You know, I was sitting at the bar downtown, drinking to the worst misfortune for our mutual friend Ariam Vorru...when lo and behold; the holo broadcasts live from some lavish, gaudy party he's throwing and there you two are, front and center."

"What about it?" she asked, backing further away as he advanced.

"I was...a little surprised to see him shove that ring in your face." He smirked. "No matter. His loss...."

Rebecca shot him an angry look. "I'm waiting for someone. If you don't mind," she said, trying to shove her way past him. Before she could get very far, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back against the alley wall. As he leaned his head close to hers, she turned her nose away, trying to avoid getting a good whiff of his strong alcoholic breath.

The man eyed her from head to toe and grinned. "It appears that fodder Ariam was too good for you, eh? I guess that means you're all mine." He yanked her forward and planted his mouth on hers.

Rebecca immediately began to struggle against his grip. When she finally broke free, she once again tried to get out of the alley, this time crying out for help. She made it a few feet before tripping over her heels. On the way down, she hit her head on the ground, dazing her. Her assailant took this opportunity to pin her to the ground, and as she lay there she felt a sharp object press into her neck a little.

"Don't struggle, Rebecca. It'll only make it worse for you..." He grinned deviously at her and whispered into her ear. "You know, I could have us wait this off until we're both official...but why? I couldn't bear waste this perfect opportunity."

Horrified and frightened, she made one last-ditch effort and used her free hand to slap the man as hard as she could across the face, hoping it would loosen his hold on her long enough. To her dismay, it did little damage.

"I guess you want it rough then. Alright, I'll play your game." He grinned and swung, striking her in the head. Rebecca cried out in pain as everything went black.

OOC Post: Reader Discretion

Hey readers. I just want to let you know that the next two blog entries will either in part or completely deal with a violent/criminal situation. The first of the two will be uploaded within the next few hours. There will NOT be any explicit details on the action but the suggestion is there. I'm trying to keep it vague enough that everyone should be comfortable reading and still understand what's happening. I'm sure most of you are mature adults and won't get upset about reading something like this, but for my younger audiences and those who don't enjoy reading or imagining suggestive material, reader discretion should be advised. The idea here isn't to offend, rather to tell a story. I will put a note in the blog entries before it happens as a reminder for those who wish to continue reading or not.

Much of Becky's back story is still in the planning/now-what stages. This point we're maybe a third of the way through, but as far as I can tell, these will be the ONLY two posts to deal with this type of sensitivity. However, these upcoming posts and "Final Decision" (the previous entry) will be background info and brought up again for a future storyline that will occur in the twitter-feed in the maybe-near future.

If anyone has questions or comments about this or about any of part of her back-story, feel free to direct message me or leave a note below. I enjoy hearing from you. 

Thanks,
Becks.

XXXI: Final Decision

Rebecca stared long and hard at the ring presented before her. As she stood there, guests observing were cheering, whistling, and the photographers were flashing their cameras nonstop, taking in every second to be sure not to miss a single moment.

The ring, it's gold band and three large set diamonds shimmered in the light hanging above. She looked at it, admiring its beauty but at the same time feeling a sense of disdain from it. The segment of conversation between Ariam and her grandmother echoed in her mind. She knew what her answer was but felt unable to speak.

Feeling frozen, she looked back up at Ariam, and when his eyes met hers he smiled, believing all too well he knew what her response was, that she was just too surprised and overjoyed to answer. Ariam removed the ring and returned the box to his robe pocket, never averting his eyes from her own. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Rebecca watched as Ariam leaned forward and took her hand gently. However, before he was able to slip the ring onto her finger, she jerked her hand out of his grasp and reach. Her outburst started commotion among the guests and Ariam himself.

"Rebecca, give me your hand."

Rebecca kept her eye contact with Ariam and slowly shook her head. By now she could see the smile on Ariam's face had completely faded away.

She backed away as he stepped closer, "I'm sorry," she said quietly, then quickly turned and pushed her way through the crowd. Her grandmother's shouts were still audible as she ran from the ballroom and out of the estate. 

XXX: The Gala

Ariam Vorru squeezed his way through the crowded ballroom in search of his father. As he maneuvered around groups of politicians, holo-news reporters and fellow aristocrats, he spotted Moff Vorru instructing one of the attendants in the corner of the room and made his way over.

"Father, have they arrived yet?"

Moff Vorru waved off the attendant and turned to his son. "Not yet. I'll be informed when they do."

"But they truly are coming, aren't they? This whole affair is pointless if Rebecca doesn't arrive."

Moff Vorru put his hand on his son's shoulder. "Relax, Ariam. I informed Elsa, she promised to have Rebecca here."

"Then why isn't she?" Ariam shifted slightly."This is a big moment..."

Moff Vorru led his son into the hall away from the guests. "You need to relax."

"I can't." Ariam said. He started pacing back and forth impatiently. Every waiting moment seemed like an eternity. "I want to get this over with..."

"Making a proposal unnerve you that much?"

Ariam shook his head. "No...but I feel as if the ring is burning a hole through my pocket..." He sighed and checked the time. "Blast it all, where is she?!"

Moff Vorru sighed. "I'll check with the doorman. "He put his hands on his son's shoulders. "Do me a favor, alright? Go back inside, have a drink, and take a deep breath."

Ariam nodded slowly. "I'm sorry, father. I'll...be a lot calmer once she arrives."

~~**~~ 

"Hurry up, darling." Elsa said as she hurried Rebecca out of the speeder and into the Vorru estate. "We're very late. Fliry and Ariam are waiting." 

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Rebecca replied, rushing as fast as she could without tripping over her own feet. They were met by Moff Vorru as they approached the ballroom. 

"My dear Fliry, I apologize for our tardiness." Elsa smiled apologetically and discreetly nodded towards her granddaughter. "We've had some problems getting started today." 

Fliry smiled at both women. "Fear not, ladies. Everything is fine now that you're here." He offered a hand to Rebecca. "Come, milady. Ariam has been waiting for you." 

Rebecca gave a small smile back. "Then we shouldn't keep him waiting." She responded quietly.

Moff Vorru led the group into the ballroom. Ariam spotted them from the bar and rushed over.

"Thank the maker you're alright. I was getting worried."

Elsa embraced Ariam in a brief hug. "Just some minor complications getting started. Nothing to worry about."

"Good, good." Ariam stepped forward and grasped Rebecca's hand, kissing it gently. "My dear, you look...most exquisite this evening." He said, flashing a debonair grin at her, causing her to blush.

Elsa quickly stood forward, interrupting. "Ariam, Rebecca's been feeling a little blue all day. Perhaps you could cheer her up a little." She nudged his arm.

"With pleasure." he grinned and took Rebecca's arm. "Come, my dear. Lets see what we can do about this mood of yours." Rebecca glanced behind her briefly as Ariam led her to the dance floor. He slipped his arm around her waist and grasped her hand. "Now...what seems to be the trouble?"

Rebecca shrugged a little as the music started up again. "Have you ever had one of those days...where nothing seems to go right, and all you want to do is go back to bed and wake up some other day?"

"Mmm," he nodded, pulling her closer. "I think I can relate to that."

"Well that's how I feel." she sighed. "I shouldn't have come. I'm not really in a party mood."

"We all get like this sometimes, my dear. It'll pass. And if you'd like, I'd be happy to cheer you up some."

"Feel free to try.." she replied quietly. Ariam continued to twirl her around the dance floor, and as the dance continued, Rebecca glanced around her taking notice on more and more people watching her and Ariam's every move. "Is it me or are we being watched?"

"Oh we are." he gave a small grin. "I believe we're going to be the most exciting bit of news at this event."

"Why?" she asked, looking around nervously at the reporters and photographers.

"Young love. There's no sweeter subject to report about." He said, leaning down and kissing her gently on the lips. The cameras began flashing nonstop. Ariam held the kiss for a few moments, but then broke off when he didn't get much of a response from Rebecca, him contributing her lack of emotion to her mood. He then turned to the reporters and chuckled. "There's a kiss for your front page."

The lights in the room then dimmed and all attention went to Moff Vorru who was standing on a raised platform in the front of the room. "Lords and ladies, I have some announcements to make. First, I know there has been much speculation over the future of my career. I can safely guarantee I will not be stepping down as Moff of our great society anytime soon." He raised his wine glass for applause. When the noise calmed, he motioned for Elsa Everon to stand beside him. "Second, as you know Lady Everon has been a proud supporter of my campaigns. We are both proud to announce that my son Ariam has been chosen to take my place as Moff when I do become eligible for retirement." He made another pause when the audience broke into applause. "And for the last bit of news, I believe my son Ariam has his own announcement to make."

The lights shifted and centered around the cleared middle of the ballroom where Ariam and Rebecca were standing. Rebecca looked around, feeling increasingly uncomfortable at every eye in the room looking right at her. When her gaze finally fell back on Ariam Vorru she gasped and covered her mouth, for he was positioned down on one knee in front of her, holding out an open black velvet box. She found herself staring down a gold diamond ring.

Ariam cleared his throat. "My dearest Rebecca...you are a lady of pure beauty, caliber, grace and virtue. You have no faults, and I do believe it was destiny that brought us together. Everything you do brings me great pleasure, and I am blessed that you will be my wife."

XXIX: The Arrangement

"Well Ariam?" Elsa said, standing in front of Ariam. "What are you going to do about this?"

"Jeref Ulmeran has nothing on me." Ariam scoffed. "I'm not concerned."

"You should be." Elsa said. "What if Rebecca starts taking interest to him? The man wants to see her. I can only say no to him for so long. Eventually he'll get fed up and search her out himself."

"Well by then she'll be off the market."

Rebecca awoke to voices downstairs and rolled over in bed to get a glance at the chrono on her nightstand. It read 12:30 in the morning. Who in kriff's name is visiting at this hour? Rebecca sighed and got out of bed. Grabbing her robe, she wrapped it around her and quietly crept downstairs towards the parlor where the voices were coming from. The door was slightly ajar, and as she approached the doorway she recognized Ariam Vorru's voice. Both excitement and curiosity got the best of her as she put her ear to the opening and listened.

"When are you making this happen? Even if Lord Ulmeran is shoved aside, there will be other suitors, Ariam. They could come in droves."

"Are you saying I can't handle the competition, Elsa?"

"I'm saying be careful."

"I always am." Ariam grinned for a moment, then the smile faded. "However, you are right....Jeref Ulmeran won't be the last." He stroked his chin, thinking. "I may have to push things up. I know Jeref. The man can be....relentless, when it comes to what he wants."

Elsa raised her brow. "And you're not?"

"Well, lets just say, my moral compass points much higher than his own. All of his family work and think alike. They chase after whatever obsesses them until something...or someone else, catches their eye."

"So?" Elsa took a seat beside him. "What do you plan to do about this?"

Ariam remained silent for a few moments. Meanwhile outside the room, Rebecca leaned against the wall, trying to make sense to what her grandmother and suitor were talking about. She had never heard of a Jeref Ulmeran before that night. Rebecca sighed, coming to a conclusion that Jeref was part of another one of her grandmother's crazy schemes. She quickly turned back to the door when Ariam spoke up again.

"I'll confer with my father. Next weekend...I'll throw another gala at his estate. I'll do it then. All you need to do, Elsa, is make sure she attends."

"You're throwing a gala? That's very high profile."

"And a reporter from each of the major holo-networks will be there. This is a big deal for us, Elsa. Our two families uniting will be the best thing to happen for the Corellian aristocracy since before the Empire was founded. I want this to be well known, as I'm sure you do as well."

Elsa nodded her head slowly in agreement. Her expression turned into a grin. "Not to mention further your career..."

Rebecca listened for a few more moments before backing away from the parlor slowly. It was then that she believed she knew why Ariam was being so forward with her during their outings. With her understanding that the greater good of the aristocracy was something her grandmother obsessed with, it was clear to her that her relationship with Ariam was serving as political tools only, and at that moment Rebecca came to the conclusion that she wanted no part in any of it. Feelings of heartbreak and betrayal overwhelmed her as she  quickly turned and raced up the stairs to her bedroom as Ariam and Elsa continued.

"There is...one more thing I need from you, Elsa."

"Name it, Ariam."

"There's of course the chance, however slim, that Rebecca could refuse me. I need you to make sure she cannot."

"Ah..." Elsa nodded, deep in thought. This was a tricky situation to rectify. There were many legislative barriers to maneuver around. After several moments, Elsa spoke up again. "We could write up a betrothal arrangement. Her consent isn't needed for that course of action."

"Is that still legal?"

Elsa grinned. "I will make it legal. Just leave everything to me..."

XXVIII: Male Competition

"I appreciate you letting me stop by, Elsa. Especially at this late hour." said Ariam. He stepped inside the estate and followed Elsa to the parlor.

"Well, it isn't every day that I meet with friends mere minutes away from midnight," she replied. "And on top of that, I have something important to tell you as well."

"Oh?" Ariam asked, "Sounds like I'm in trouble." He teased.

"You might very well be." Elsa said, motioning for him to sit down. When he did, she continued. "I know you and Rebecca haven't been courting very long, but have you any future plans?"

"I believe you know my future plans in regards to your granddaughter, Elsa."

"Indeed I do, Ariam. However..." her voice trailed off for a moment. "There is a new complication. How long do you expect this courtship to last?"

"Elsa, you yourself told me not to rush into this. I believe your exact words were...'Rebecca is a kind, sweet, and tender young woman, but she needs her time. She's afraid of strangers..."

"Why is it, Ariam, that you remember all of that yet important orders from your father slip right by?"

"What can I say...when it comes to my future bride, she becomes my top priority."

"I can see that." she said. "well? How does she feel about you? I assume there's love involved."

Ariam let off a smirk. "oh yeah..."

"For kriff's sake, Ariam...you didn't take her to your bed yet, did you?"

"Not until the wedding night, Elsa. "I respect her, and our society's expectations."

"Good." she rose from her seat and began pacing the room, "Now, I mentioned before that there's a new complication. How soon are you going to be making these wedding plans?"

"Well a few more months perhaps. I've seen her only a few several times. Why, what is 'complication'?"

"You're familiar with Lord Jeref Ulmeran? He's from your rival family, a few years older than you...better career reputation..."

"He's also a scoundrel with a shadier mind than my own. What's that bastard have to do with this?"

"He's your new competition. Jeref stopped by today. He too would like to have my granddaughter for his bride."

XXVII: News from Home

Aria Brisard gave a big stretch as she returned to her quarters after a long duty shift on the Star Destroyer Exactor. Sitting down at her desk, she glanced at a stack of work she had yet to complete and sighed. The chrono read 2100 hours, plenty of time to at least clear two or three reports before it was time to turn in for the night. Aria reached for the first report and as she picked it up, an envelope that was stuck to the bottom of the pad fell down to the table. She picked up the letter and immediately recognized Rebecca's handwriting. She ripped open the envelope, took out the letter and began reading:

Hey Aria,
Sorry I haven't really been writing very much. Things have been fairly busy here in the unwanted laps of luxury. Ever since I turned twenty-one I haven't had that much time to myself. Nana constantly takes me out insisting I get the most high ends of everything...it's almost driving me crazy. She's doing this on purpose, I know she is...and I think I know why.


There's this new man in my life. His name is Ariam Vorru. Have you of him? He's the elder son of Moff Vorru, Corellia's ruling governor. He's tall, handsome, he--

Aria was interrupted from her reading by a knock on the door to her quarters. "come in."

The door opened and Deroh Okins took a step inside. "Brisard?"

Aria quickly stood at attention. "Sir."

Okins waved her off. "At ease, Brisard. It's just a social call." He walked over to her and handed her a package. "I brought you more supplies. You said in your comm call last week you were running low."

"Right, thanks." Aria said, taking the package and placing it on her desk. "But you didn't need to come all this way just to deliver this, sir." She said. "We're not exactly around the corner from Coruscant.

"Well, I have a conference with Captain Sardo at 0700 tomorrow morning. Felt it was better to drop it off now rather than send it through the carrier."

"I appreciate that, Admiral. I was actually planning on sending a letter later this week. You have good timing." Aria smiled.

Okins chuckled. "For once." He started to leave when he stopped and turned back to her. "One more thing. I haven't received anything from Rebecca in over a month. Have you?"

Aria nodded. "I actually just received the latest one from her today. In fact, I was reading it as you came in."

"How is she?"

"From what I've read, she's doing alright." Aria said, picking up the letter she was reading. "It seems her grandmother's been keeping her busy."

"Figures." the admiral scowled. "I hope she's treating her alright."

"well Becky hasn't been complaining...too too much at least. Though it seems..." she quickly silenced herself, realizing this wasn't the best thing to say to the admiral.

"What?" he asked, crossing his arms. "Though it seems what?"

"She said she's got a suitor." Aria said, waiting for the storm to come.

"Kriffing hell." Okins sighed. "This guy got a name?"

"Vorru. Ariam Vorru."

"Vorru?" Okins asked. "Surely she could do better."

"Is there something wrong with this man, sir?"

"Well the Vorru's are known for being manipulative, greedy, they play by their own rules and show little regard for others unless it really benefits them in some way." He shook his head. "Not the type of man you'd want your daughter dating."

"Very untrustworthy."

"Right." He nodded. "I hope she knows what she's getting herself into. Keep me informed?"

"I will."

"Good. With a man like Ariam Vorru, you can't be too careful." He shook his head and headed out of Aria's quarters. Aria watched the admiral leave with growing concern for her friend. After letting Okins' words get fully absorbed, she returned to her seat at her desk and finished reading where she left off:

--he's tall, handsome, rich...and my goodness, Aria. He has the most charming smile I've ever seen. He flashed one at me while I was standing up and I thought my knees would give out! Okay...maybe not that bad, but I think you get the idea. Ariam's taken me on three outings so far: a dinner, a walk on the beach, and to one of his father's high society galas. Very fancy. He even introduced me to everyone as his lady. However these courtships are supposed to go, he seems to be taking things rather quickly. I'm not really sure if that's a bad thing or not. My only question is....what do I do if the man I'm seeing has immensely more interest in me than I do in him? He knows...or claims to know so much about me, yet I know virtually nothing about him. I'm sure I'll figure things out. 

How are things on Exactor? I'd love to hear what's going on! 
Becky 

Aria leaned back in her chair and froze when she saw the last line on the page.  
Oh, and Aria? Please don't mention anything about Ariam to my father? He can over-react about men so easily...and I don't want him to know until I think there's something official to tell. 

XXVI: Night's Tender

"I still find it hard to believe that a lady like yourself has never been courted before." said Ariam as he walked with Rebecca along the boardwalk.

"I've been well-sheltered once I turned thirteen." She replied. As they approached one of the many benches on the edge of the boardwalk, she sat down and patted the seat next to her for him to follow suit. "My father never even allowed boys into the house, even if it was a supervised visit."

"Your father?" Ariam asked, taking his seat beside her.

"Yes." She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "When I was sixteen one of the local boys asked me to a formal at his academy. Suffice to say, I didn't go and was also never invited on a date since. Daddy can be very...intimidating."

"Does he still reside with you and your grandmother?" Ariam asked, hoping the answer was no.

She shook her head. "After mother died, he returned to Coruscant. I haven't seen him since..." she said, looking out at the water.

"What does he do there?"

"He's an admiral in the Imperial Navy." She grinned at him, "one of the best, so I've been told."

"I bet. Admiral....Okins, is it?" She nodded. "Do you think he'd approve?"

"Approve of what? Rebecca asked.

"Why, us, of course." He said. "If he's as protective as you make him out to be."

Rebecca smiled. "I'm not a child anymore, Ariam. At twenty-one, I'd like to think I can date whomever I want."

Ariam grinned and tilted her chin up with his index finger. "I like the sound of that." Matching his eyes with her own, he moved his hand and stroked her cheek gently and smiled when she started to blush. "Tell me, my dear...are you enjoying yourself?"

Rebecca stared back at him growing more flustered by the moment. She nodded, as his caresses were keeping her from coming up with an answer. "Ariam, I..."

"Mmm good...," he interrupted. "So am I...," he mumbled as pulled her into a kiss.

XXV: Dinner for Two

Ariam led Rebecca to the balcony seating of a beach-side and pulled out her chair for her to sit down. "Here we are, Milady."

Rebecca sat down as he pushed her chair in. "You didn't have to go through all of this trouble... a table inside would have been perfectly fine."

"Oh no...there are far too many prying eyes." He said, sitting down across from her. "I thought a more private setting would be better for us."

"It does have a lovely view..." she said, looking out over the beach. "But really....you didn't have to...not on my account."

"Now now... I insist." He said, flashing a smile before flagging down the waiter. "Your best wine. And leave the bottle." He turned back to her. "A man is allowed to splurge now and then...given the right reasons, of course."Ariam watched her for a few moments, noticing her fidget and stare idly at the water. "Rebecca, are you alright?"

Rebecca snapped out of her state and idly brushed her hair behind her ear with her hand. "I'm fine," she said, shyly. "I've.. never been on a date before..." she bit her lip and lowered her gaze to her lap, embarrassed for her admittance.

Ariam gave a small smile before reaching over the table and placing his hand over her own. "Now...we all have to start somewhere, don't we? It's nothing to be upset about."

Rebecca glanced up and saw his smile, then returned one of her own. "I suppose you're right."

"Besides, we don't have to call this a date. We can make tonight....a friendship affair, starting at the very beginning. That's where all relationships start, do they not?" He gave one of his debonair grins. "How's that sound?"

Rebecca nodded, "I like the sound of that, Ariam." She smiled, feeling a little more comfortable.

"Excellent!" he nodded to the waiter as the wine arrived at the table, leaving two glasses of wine and the bottle. Ariam lifted his glass and clinked it with her own. He then cleared his throat and chose his words carefully:
"A toast...to my beautiful young lady, and to our friendship. May they both forever be...fruitful."

XXIV: Feeling a Spark

"Working on your tan, Elsa?" A voice chuckled.

Elsa snapped awake and sat up on her beach towel. "Fliry!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

Moff Vorru sat down beside her on the large towel. "Well I'd say we were in the neighborhood, but I don't think you'd believe me."

Elsa chuckled and gave her friend a smirk. "No, probably not. But I see you're not alone." She said, smiling at Ariam. "I bet I know why you're here."

Ariam nodded. "We stopped by your estate, but your attendant directed us here." He said, glancing up and down the beach, obviously looking for something.

"Yes, I thought a nice afternoon in the fresh air would do us some good." Elsa said, taking notice of Ariam's looks. "She's down by the water." Ariam immediately set off for the shoreline.

Moff Vorru watched his son scamper down the beach. "I don't think you should have done that, Elsa..."

"Hmm? Done what?" she asked.

"Let him run off on his own." He said, lying down on the blanket.

Elsa glanced towards the beach, then back to Vorru. "He did come here to see her, didn't he?"

"Of course he did, but think about it. It's a beach, a beautiful young lady and...well...my son."

"My dear Fliry, you speak as if you don't trust your son with my granddaughter."

"While unsupervised... I know my son. Hey may be maturing in years but his actions certainly don't match. Ever since your staff informed us you were here, Ariam has been rationalizing with his pants, not his brain. The fact that we're on the beach only makes it worse. I only hope he doesn't go off doing something stupid."

~~**~~  

"Hi gorgeous." 

Rebecca whirled around and looked up to the speaker. "Ariam?" 

"The one and only." He grinned, sitting down beside her. "You shouldn't be out here all alone, you know."

Rebecca shook her head, "I'm not alone, I have--"

"Yes yes, Nana is here, too. But you see, my dear..." he pointed off to the distance, "she's all the way on the other side of the beach, I doubt she can even see you."

"...your point?"

"My point is you're here all alone." He said, flashing a grin, "May I join you?"

"Well you've already sat down, I guess you can stay." She replied, smiling a little. 

He grinned. "I knew you'd agree."

She glanced at him. "You're not exactly dressed for the beach..."

"Neither are you..." he said, looking her up and down. "Don't get me wrong, my dear lady...your dress looks exquisite on you, but I must admit...it was a bit of a let down. Learning you were here, I was hoping to catch sight of you in some stylish swimwear."

Rebecca blushed and looked away. "I didn't come here to swim...and besides, today's swimwear for ladies is highly immodest." she said, looking out at the ocean. "Revealing that much skin at in such a public place is very uncomfortable for me."

"Why my lady...I think you just broke a piece of this man's heart." he teased, nudging her in the arm.

"You and every other man on the planet, I'm sure." she sighed.

Ariam studied her face for a moment, then gently took her hand in his own. "Forgive me, milady. I may have stepped out of line. Please accept my apologies...I'd like to make this up to you." He said, trying to throw her another dashing smile.

"It's alright...no harm done really," she said, turning to him, feeling drawn in by his charm. "What...what did you have in mind?"

"How does dinner sound? Tonight, in fact?"

"That...that sounds nice." she said, smiling at him.

"Perfect," he grinned. "I'll come to the estate at seven. Until then, my dear...." Ariam kissed the top of her hand, then stood and started back up the beach.

To my Dearest Love...

Although you are one for many dark and Sithly virtues, you have proven to me to be a man of honesty, integrity, loyalty and sincerity. You've shown me kindness and support during my desperate hours of need, given advice when I felt lost and cared for me when I fell ill.

Today is our special day once again... To honor, cherish, and love everything about each other that makes this day so special... and so worth remembering. I'm so happy that two years ago today...I was able to share this precious moment with you. You are the love of my life, Si'hil tha', my knight in shining Sith armor.

Happy second anniversary, my dearest. You are forever the keeper of my heart.
~Your Si'hari tha'

XXIII: Meet the Moffs.

"Nana, is this really necessary?" Rebecca asked as she sat in front of her mirror putting in her earrings. "It's just dinner...why do we have to get all dolled up?"

Elsa sighed as she sorted through her granddaughter's closet. "Rebecca darling, this is no ordinary dinner. We're going to Moff Vorru's estate for the evening."

Rebecca whirled around. "What?? THE Moff Vorru?"

"That's right. He's a dear friend of mine. Ah, here we are..." She pulled a violet satin one-shoulder gown from the closet and placed it on her bed. "You can wear this one."

Rebecca walked over and held the dress up." Nana, why this one? Isn't this a bit too formal?"

"Oh no-- not at all. After all, an affair at the Moff estate deserves on the best. And besides, dearest-- that was his birthday gift to you. He couldn't make it to the party to deliver it in person."Elsa smiled. "Well go on and get ready! We leave within the hour." she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.

"Uhuh..." Rebecca sighed as she removed her clothes and changed into the floor length evening gown. She moved in front of the full-length mirror to see how she looked and was surprised to see that the dress fit perfectly. Nana had something to do with this, I'm sure of it.... Returning to her dresser, she brushed her long wavy hair back and styled it with a silver hair band. That should do... she thought as she then slipped into her heels and made her way downstairs where Elsa was waiting for her, dressed in a similar fashion.

"Good, you're read to go. Moff Vorru is waiting." She said, leading her granddaughter to the speeder.

Rebecca was silent for much of the ride until she finally spoke up. "Is anyone else attending this dinner party?"

"No, just us." She replied. "This is a private affair." The speeder arrived at the estate and Elsa led Rebecca out and to the front door where a service droid let them inside. Moff Vorru was coming down the front staircase to greet them.

"Elsa!" he grinned, embracing her warmly. "It's been too long."

"Indeed it has, Fliry." she smiled, gesturing to Rebecca standing behind her. "You remember my granddaughter, Rebecca."

Moff Vorru turned and nearly did a double take. "Is this Rebecca? Baby Becky?"

Rebecca blinked, giving a curteous nod and smiling shyly at him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

"oh no, dear. The pleasure is all mine." Moff Vorru gave her a charming grin. "You probably don't remember, but the last time I saw you was years and years back...you were only maybe...what? Four years old?" he asked, looking to Elsa.

Elsa nodded. "yes, that's right-- when her parents went on a second honeymoon."

"You were so small...and look how you've blossomed." He grinned. "You're quite the looker." Rebecca blushed. "And...I'm done embarrassing you. Come on in, make yourselves comfortable." He led them to a large sitting room. "Unfortunately we won't be able to sit down to eat until my son Ariam arrives. He's running a little late."

"Ariam?" Elsa asked, sitting down in a chair. "Which son is he?"

"The eldest. My twin boys Jorden and Harnon are on Coruscant studying at the Raithal Academy."

"How wonderful!" Elsa grinned. "Serving our glorious Empire. They should be proud."

"They are, as am I. For a man there's no greater proof of loyalty to our beloved Emperor than to serve in every way possible."

"And what of women?" Rebecca asked. "Surely we have equal chances to show our appreciation for the Emperor?"

Moff Vorru leaned on the arm of the couch where Rebecca was seated and smiled down at her. "Why of course, my dear: by entertaining our men of course; keeping us pleased, and continuing our bloodlines." He tilted her chin up gently. "The military is absolutely no place for a lovely, delicate flower such as yourself. You must be kept safe, protected at home." He said. "That is what our Emperor wants." Moff Vorru noticed the blank expression on her face. "My dear child, you weren't thinking of joining the military, were you?"

Rebecca quickly shook her head. "No, my lord, of course not..." she trailed off.

"Thank the maker for that. Such harsh and grueling conditions would ill fit a lady of your caliber." He stood and glanced out the front window. "Ah, Ariam has arrived." he moved to the entrance hall as his son entered the estate.

"Sorry I'm late, father. I hope you weren't waiting for too long." Ariam said. He was tall, thin and handsome man with blue eyes and short spiky light brown hair.

"No, of course not. Go on in and say hello. Lady Everon is waiting for you. I need to touch base and find out when dinner will be served."

"Yes father." Vorru parted to the kitchen and Ariam walked into the sitting room  and immediately headed to where Elsa was seated. "Lady Elsa! it's been a long time!"

Elsa stood and hugged Ariam. "Indeed it has! And look at you-- you're so handsome..."

"I've always been handsome." he grinned.

Oh brother.... Rebecca rolled  her eyes. 

Elsa giggled. "Indeed you have. Come, take a seat." She smiled, gesturing to the couch across the room.

"Don't mind if I do!" He turned to sit and stopped upon setting eyes on Rebecca. "Well well...my father didn't say you were coming..." he said, walking over to her. Rebecca started to stand but he immediately protested. "Oh no-- don't get up." He sat down beside her and gave a dashing smile.. "I'm Ariam. And who might you be?"

"Rebecca Everon." She said, giving him a small, shy smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ariam."

"No, milady. I can assure you," he gently took her hand into his own and kissed it. "The pleasure...is all mine." Without letting go of her hand, he looked up and locked his eyes with her own and flashed yet another debonair grin, causing her to deeply blush.

Elsa had left the room and was standing in the corridor with Moff Vorru watching the interaction between Rebecca and Ariam. "What did you want to talk about?" She asked quietly. "I know this arrangement was for more than a simple dinner party."

"Indeed it was. As I'm sure you're well aware, Ariam, being the eldest son, has many duties to fulfull. He's been training to take my place as Moff should need be. However, there's one little issue. He's turning twenty seven this winter and he's still a bachelor."

"Ah," Elsa said, nodding. "I see now. And you're hoping he finds great interest in my granddaughter."

"I know for a fact that he already has. He spotted her in the city several weeks ago and has been infatuated ever since." Moff Vorru said, glancing into the sitting room. "What is she like?"

"Rebecca? She's a sweet young thing, very quiet, she keeps to herself most of the time. It took quite some time, but I've turned her into quite the obedient young lady. She'd make a perfect wife for your son...or any well-deserving man for that matter."

"What about her finances?"

"Fliry, you're looking at one of Corellia's soon-to-be most eligible ladies." Elsa smirked. "Her inheritance to the Okins estate is immense, one of the wealthiest on the planet. It's really only a matter of time until suitors start knocking on my door for a piece of it."  She nodded to the couple in the room. "And it appears one already has."

"Why is she still living at home with all of her wealth? She can't possibly need your financial support."

"Oh yes she does. I fixed her inheritance with the courts. She won't receive a single credit until she turns twenty-five. She still has four more years to go and I wasn't planning on marrying her off until around that time. But considering Ariam's fascination..." she trailed off.

"Elsa..." he began, "surely you can imagine the strength and wealth their union would bring. Two of the most influential, noble houses merging into one. The power we could all achieve together....and of course...the noble rights and privileges of every child she bears. Her sons would have the richest blood in all of Corellia."

He paused briefly, letting it all sink in for Elsa. "Half of the work is already done. Will you make Rebecca take interest in my son?"

"I'll see what I can do."

XXII: Birthday Blues

"Well now, that was a lovely party, wasn't it?" Elsa smiled as she sat down on the couch beside Rebecca. All around, household attendants bustled around the room cleaning up the scraps of wrapping paper littering areas of the tables and floor.

"You didn't have to throw such a big affair for me, Nana," Rebecca said quietly, looking at the piles of gift bags and boxes surrounding her, most of them containing fancier clothes, perfumes and pieces of jewelry.

"Nonsense!" Elsa exclaimed. "You know I had to-- it's not every day my beloved granddaughter turns 21 years old." she patted Rebecca's leg gently. "How's it feel being full adult now?"

Rebecca shrugged, "the same as it did yesterday? Except now I guess being 21 means I'm designated to meet every single one of your friends." She paused. "Why DID you invite all of those people I don't even know....and their sons?"

"Oh...." Elsa started, " well I wanted you to be around more people...I mean honestly, sweetheart-- you've been living here for three years now and you barely step foot off the estate, kriff, some days you don't even leave your bedroom..."

Rebecca shrugged again, looking down at one of her birthday presents sitting in her lap. "I don't have anyplace to go, anyone to see. And I like my room."

Elsa gave a small, reassuring smile. "I'm just looking out for you, love. I get worried sometimes. You're always so lonely." she brushed her fingers through  a lock of Rebecca's wavy red hair. "I know-- perhaps you need a man."

Rebecca froze for a second, not liking where this conversation was leading. "A man??" she asked, looking at her guardian, trying not to give off a horrified face.

"Of course! You're always so depressed, so lonely.A man will suit you just wonderfully!" She stood and started out of the parlor. "Lets see...Moff Vorru has several sons...I wonder if I still have his comm frequency..."

Rebecca watched her mumbling grandmother leave the room feeling very uneasy. Thanks a lot, Nana. That's exactly what I need right now... she rolled her eyes and gathered her gifts, taking a hint that now would be a good time to retreat back to her room before it gets too late. Returning upstairs, she entered her room and placed her birthday presents on her desk. She paused as something on her bed caught her eye. Turning slowly, Rebecca noticed a wrapped box placed in the center of her bed. She reached over and picked it up, not remembering how it got into her room in the first place. Upon seeing the tag reading "from Aria Brisard" on the outside, she eagerly ripped off the shiny wrapping paper and opened the box. As she expected, there were two envelopes sitting on top of a pile of tissue paper protecting the contents below. Rebecca laid down on her bed and opened the first envelope. She grinned as she read the birthday card from Aria, setting it on top of a large stack of Aria's other letters and messages she had accumulated throughout the years in her nightstand drawer and then reaching for the second, the one from her father. When she pulled it out of the box, the tissue paper began pulling up as well and she realized the object below was attached to the card. Gently, she turned the box upside down and let the heavy object fall onto the bed. After detaching and reading the card, she unwrapped the object slowly and gasped, gazing at a silver ornate jewelry box.

Daddy, you really shouldn't have... she thought as she turned the box around in her hands. As she did so, she heard something rolling around inside the box. She set it down on her lap and unlatched and lifted the lid. Her eyes lit up as she pulled out a silver locket pendant, admiring it. Inside of the locket she she noticed was a small image of herself and her parents taken back when she was a child. Smiling, she set the locket back into the jewelry box and paused, noticing a compartment hiding under the bottom lining of the box. Prying her fingers underneath, she removed the bottom layer to reveal a comm-link with a note attached to it. Rebecca eagerly took it out of the box, excited to own her very first comm unit.

Rebecca smiled upon reading the note attached. Thank you Daddy. Thank you so much.

XXI: From an Old Friend

“Rebecca! Come down here this instant!” Elsa demanded, standing at the bottom of the stairwell. She tapped her foot impatiently as her granddaughter slowly came downstairs.

“Yes, Nana,” Rebecca asked. She took notice of her grandmother’s expression. “I’m in trouble again, aren’t I?”

“You tell me.” She responded, holding up an envelope. “This arrived in the post today…from an ‘Aria Brisard’. Who is this woman?”

Rebecca returned a confused glance. “I….I don’t know.” She thought for a moment. “A family friend, I guess? It...sounds slightly familiar.” She sighed and held out her hand. “It’s addressed to me, may I have it?”

Elsa looked at the letter for a few moments, as if trying to read its contents through the envelope. Finally, she laid it in Rebecca’s hands and then returned to the parlor to finish her tea.

Once Elsa was out of sight, Rebecca turned back upstairs and returned to her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and lay down on the bed. She opened the envelope and to her surprise, pulled out not one paper, but two, one folded inside the other. Unfolding them, she began reading the letter on top:

Dear Rebecca,

You may not remember me, but our families go back a long way. I am writing to express my condolences over the loss of your mother. Cesera Okins was a Corellian lady of the highest caliber and a true friend to my mother Aurelia. She was easily one of the most compassionate and caring people I have ever met...indeed the galaxy has lost much of its light with her passing. I pray you might take up that torch and carry it in her memory...that you might touch the lives of others, as she has touched my own.

My name is Aria Brisard, and I command a star destroyer in the Imperial Navy. My father, Terin Brisard, was Commander of the Corellian Royal Navy. As I said before, you likely won't remember me, only know that there was a time in our lives where the Brisards were respectable people...we lived our life in the open, and maintained our place in the Corellian High Courts. A cruel twist of fate cost us our way of life and sent us into the spice trade...had things not shifted so dramatically, I can say with certainty, you would have known me well. 

As I stated before, I preside over a star destroyer in the Imperial Navy. What I have waited to reveal to you is that my primary line of duty is as an Imperial Reconnaissance agent. I handle top-grade assignments, and report directly to His Imperial Lordship, Darth Vader. That said, my introduction was just long-winded enough to fool your grandmother into thinking that my letter to you was merely to send my condolences. That in itself is not entirely true... 

Rebecca smiled to herself and continued,

I work alongside your father, Admiral Deroh Okins, and I can tell you with certainty that a finer commanding officer, aside from Lord Vader himself cannot be found. He is the reason I find myself writing you now. He has informed me about the increasing difficulty in communicating with you, and I wish to help in any way I can. Corellians are a people founded upon principles of honor and loyalty. We honor our oaths, our ancestors, and our own. As the last of the Brisards, I write you these letters to disguise your father's own, and pass his words along to you...only know that in doing so, I wish to honor the ties our families have forged, and extend to you the hand of friendship and camaraderie.

I hope this letter finds you well, and that the message passed along will dampen the pain you now wrestle with. If you wish to return my letters, I would greatly welcome it, however, I also understand if you are not open to the idea of establishing a rapport with a stranger. Nonetheless, I shall continue to write, if only for the sake of passing your father's words along. 

Doaba ol'val tru,

Aria Brisard, Cmdr.

ISD Exactor

She moved Aria’s letter behind the second one and glanced at the page before reading, easily recognizing her father’s handwriting.

Becks,

Hopefully, this got past your Granny’s crazy filtering eyes. I hope you don’t mind me asking Aria to send this to you. It seemed like the only option left. You two met each other way back when, but I think you were too young to remember it. The Brisards were friends of ours for years, and if anything, I thought you could use some contact with someone you used to have connections to. Aria’s an exemplary officer, and a good friend. I hope you will feel the same way about her as I have.

I know this one is short, but I wanted to make sure this got through to you. My next one will be much longer. I promise.  

Take care, sweetheart.

I love you.

Dad.

Rebecca smiled, hugging the letters closely to her chest. “Thank you, Aria Brisard.” 

*Aria's letter written by @ariabrisard