[SW] Fire and Ice- Drabbles 21-40
Title: Fire and Ice
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Soontir, Syal, Davin, Chak, Davin, Cherith, Wyn and Chak Fel, Wedge Antilles, Jaina Solo, Han Solo
Category: Drama, angst, romance, everything
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Series of 100 drabbles about the Fel family
Author's Note: Prompts come from the Ultimate Drabble Challenge Five over on tf.net.
Disclaimer: Star Wars and it's characters don't belong to me.
21. Super
The view of the Super Star Destroyer in the viewport of the small shuttle awed the six Fel children. To Davin, it was a sign of the future. He could see himself leading a squadron of TIE Fighters from one of the launching bays, just like his father. For Chak and Jagged, it instilled fear and respect. They knew not to cross it. To do so would result in pain. Cherith saw herself aboard the bridge, running operations her way. Wyn and Cem saw it as a sign of their family. It was large, hard to break, obedient and sturdy.
22. Bat
Cem loved watching shockball. He followed every league closely. He had begged for a special bat for his birthday. Upon receiving it, he pestered his older siblings to play with him. Davin would occasional, usually when told to by Syal. Chak and Cherith loved to play. He never refused. Jagged played occasionally, usually when the power pack died on his datapad and he had to quit reading. He started playing more once Cherith decided she liked the game. Wyn hated the game. She wasn’t very good at it and hated to lose.
Cem put the bat away. It was over.
23. Wonder
Wyn wanted to see the galaxy. She could still remember what Jacen Solo had said about Coruscant all those years ago. It was everything and nothing like she had imagined. She stared out of the viewport of her stateroom aboard her brother’s flagship, the Gilad Pellaeon. She had been staring at the landscape for hours.
The irony of her location was not lost on her. The person who had promised her he would show her Coruscant had brought her here. Had Jacen not fallen to the Dark Side and uprooted the galaxy, Luke Skywalker wouldn’t have placed Jag in power.
24. Hawk
Soontir glared at the holotabloid cover staring at him. It was a picture of his Syal and her male co-star, Der Callohan. The headline spoke of a forbidden relationship.
Soontir was not angry with Syal. No, he was angry with the slag journalists who created such rumors. Syal constantly reminded him that it wasn’t important. The two of them knew the truth and that was all that mattered.
He didn’t agree. He hated seeing shame brought to her name, even if it was an alias. It made him angry. It tempted him to go after the writers.
She said no.
25. Lantern
A girlish giggle broke through the still night. The scampering of tiny feet brought a warm smile to Soontir’s face. His granddaughter ran to him and hopped onto his lap, mindful of his injured leg. Two braid of black hair rested on her small shoulders.
She touched the control on his hoverchair. Her small face lit up as the chair moved forward. She expertly moved the chair up the garden path to the patio at the back of her home.
“Grandma, Mama and Daddy are still gone. Can we have cake?” she asked.
Soontir nodded. It was a fine idea.
26. Rebirth
She arose from the ashes like a phoenix. Her soul had been robbed once again. It took her adopted uncle, then friends, her brother, her youth, her light, her path, her destiny, her love, her mind, and finally, her twin. She arose from it all. She walked toward him, determined and silent. His hand reached out to hers, clasping tightly. Green eyes met brown. Her hand touched the scar over his eye. His touched her cheek. Neither believed it was real. How could it be? It was a second chance. It was their chance to leave the fallen ashes behind.
27. Scars
The deaths of Davin, Cherith and Chak would never scar or heal. They remained a day old wound; decreased in pain, but not fully healed. Each remaining family member could live on, but never forgot or ignore their losses. Each child had completed the family in a way irreplaceable. No amount of time would diminish their loss. While each member did not live in the past, none would forget it. To forget the loss of a sibling or child would spit upon their soul. Each was heroes of their own making. Personal sacrifice came easily, naturally for the Fel family.
28. Disease
With six children, it’s impossible to avoid the flu. It did not surprise Syal that all six children were sick at the same time. Cherith and Chak were at the tail end of the flu, while Davin and Jagged were stuck in the worst stages. Wyn and Cem had recently developed fevers. It would have been much easier to deal with had Soontir not been called off-planet.
Give Cem and Wyn a cool bath to help the fever. Give Davin and Jagged ground ginger for nausea. Prepare toast for Cherith and Chak. Wash soiled sheets. Tuck blankets. Fluff pillows.
Repeat.
29. Agony
Fate was cruel.
Her parents, Jagged and Zena Antilles, were dead. Petty criminals did not follow the proper safety regulations as they ran from the law.
Her parents were killed in an explosion.
Zena was kind, loving and spirited. Jagged was fun, hard-working and compassionate.
Syal did not know what had happened to her baby brother. Was he there? Was he caught in the explosion? Was he still alive? If he was alive, were was he? She hoped he was with Booster Terrik. Booster would take care of him.
Did her family die hating her?
Did Syal want to know?
30. Healing
Soontir was not a good patient. He knew this. He could remember how aggravated Syal had been with him when he injured his leg and his eye.
He should have expected his children to pick up that bad habit. He shouldn’t have been surprised that Davin had left the cold compress on the couch and went back outside to play rather than sit with the ice on the lump on his forehead. He shouldn’t have been surprised that Cherith had taken off her sling to keep her swollen wrist elevated.
Soontir sighed. He could hear his parents laughing at him.
31. Iron
Soontir rarely questioned the actions of his superiors. This time, however, he couldn't help but wonder. He stood towards the front of the ranks, motionless, as he watched the court martial of Han Solo. He knew the story. Everyone did. Solo saved a Wookiee slave. Soontir did not share the common hatred of non-humans. He did not like slavery. He was grateful that he had not been placed with slaves.
Soontir flinched as the officer spat on Solo's shiny boots. As much as Soontir had wanted to beat him, he did not wish this wretched fate up on the man.
32. Challenge
Soontir clutched the golden jeweled ring tightly in his hand. This was it.. He was going to propose to Syal. He stared at her back as she looked over the veranda at the traffic on Coruscant. Just two hours ago, she had told him who she really was. He was shocked, but could not turn his back from her.
He would keep the information secret. He too knew the dangers of revealing her true heritage. He did not agree with his, he hoped, so to be brother-in-law's views, but he would respect the man for Syal's sake.
Soontir stepped forward.
33. Stadium
"Wedge Antilles! What do you think you're doing?" Syal shrieked.
Wedge looked at his sister guiltily. He peeked out from the swoop bike to look at her angry face. He tried his well-practiced innocent look, but it wasn't going to cut it today.
"Get out here right now! Mom and Dad are going to be furious!"
"Aw, Syal, please don't tell! I promise I won't do it again," he begged.
"Yes you will. You always do."
Wedge pouted. He hated when his sister went into "Adult Mode."
"Please?"
Syal sighed, "Fine, but only because Booster and Mirax are coming today."
34. Chairman
Jagged never thought he'd miss being a nobody. Each meeting with the Moff Council was like trying to escape quicksand. The bickering, the self-interest, the lack of cooperation, the list went on.
He walked into his stateroom. Wyn was seated at a table reading. She smiled at him as he entered.
"How bad was it?"
Jag shrugged. This was, by far, the only benefit to his position. He could see his family now. After they had visited, Wyn had opted to stay behind for awhile. She wanted to see the galaxy and this was the best way to do it.
35. Chef
It was pitch-black outside. Only the sentry were up. Jag glanced down at the blanket Jaina had spread over the rooftop. She'd placed several mismatched items from the mess on the over one corner.
Jaina had her head resting against his thigh. She was telling him about the Errant Venture, the Star Destroyer his mother had mentioned.
Jag watched as Jaina's eyes sparkled as she spoke of the modifications made to the ship. The war and hardships seemed to fall away from her as she spoke. Jag concluded that the lack of sleep was worth it.
Sleep only brought nightmares.
36. Ducks
They sat on the deck of the Millennium Falcon storage hold. Jaina was digging in the crates, looking for some lost item. Jag held a handful of holos for her. The top image was taken when Jaina was around six years old. She was sitting at the edge of a pond with Anakin, a look of annoyance on her face. Jacen was touching a bird.
The image reminded Jag of one from his own childhood. Davin and Chak had taken him to a small pond. Syal had snapped a holo of the boys feeding the wild water birds.
37. Money
Syal handed a check to the clerk at the orphanage in Coronet. She hated the money she had made off propaganda films for the Empire. She decided it was best to give the money away. She had decided the orphanage would be a good choice. She didn’t know if her brother had ever been forced to go to an orphanage after their parents died. She wanted to help the children. Maybe, she thought, if she could help these children she could begin to make up for not coming for her brother. It was a large price she would never repay.
38. Uncle
Soontir stepped out of the lively living room and onto the balcony overlooking Coronet. His niece, Syal, stood with her arms wrapped tightly around her. The balcony had been a frequent spot for her after the war ended. Iella and Wedge had told Soontir and Syal that their niece’s fiancé had been killed in the fighting.
Soontir hesitated, and then place a comforting hand on Syal’s shoulder. Tiom’s parents had left an hour ago. Syal looked at him, tears in her eyes. She suddenly flung herself into his arms. Soontir rubbed his niece’s back soothingly until her cries died down.
39. Gizmo
“Reconnect the hyperdrive,” Jag instructed.
Cem nodded as he followed his brother’s instructions. Unlike his siblings, Cem couldn’t attend the naval academy. Jagged was home for a week break. He’d offered to teach Cem how to repair a Clawcraft. Cem took each lesson seriously. He wanted to fly. Those opportunities only came when Jag was on leave. Cem sounded enough like Jag that the Chiss wouldn’t think anyone else was in the cockpit.
Later that night, the brothers would slip into the simulation rooms at the naval barracks. Cem would use a generic guest code. Tomorrow night, he could fly.
40. Tales
“Did the princess live happily ever after, Daddy?” Cherith asked.
“Yes, she did,” Soontir answered, pulling the covers up to her.
Soontir removed the toy bejeweled tiara from her blond curls and placed it on the bedside table. Cherith insisted on wearing it every day.
Fifteen years later, Soontir clutched the plastic tiara as tears coursed down his cheeks. The flimsy headpiece snapped in two in his hands. With a shaking hand, he placed one broken half on his fallen princess’s head. The other piece he carried with him.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a happily ever after, princess.”
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Soontir, Syal, Davin, Chak, Davin, Cherith, Wyn and Chak Fel, Wedge Antilles, Jaina Solo, Han Solo
Category: Drama, angst, romance, everything
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Series of 100 drabbles about the Fel family
Author's Note: Prompts come from the Ultimate Drabble Challenge Five over on tf.net.
Disclaimer: Star Wars and it's characters don't belong to me.
21. Super
The view of the Super Star Destroyer in the viewport of the small shuttle awed the six Fel children. To Davin, it was a sign of the future. He could see himself leading a squadron of TIE Fighters from one of the launching bays, just like his father. For Chak and Jagged, it instilled fear and respect. They knew not to cross it. To do so would result in pain. Cherith saw herself aboard the bridge, running operations her way. Wyn and Cem saw it as a sign of their family. It was large, hard to break, obedient and sturdy.
22. Bat
Cem loved watching shockball. He followed every league closely. He had begged for a special bat for his birthday. Upon receiving it, he pestered his older siblings to play with him. Davin would occasional, usually when told to by Syal. Chak and Cherith loved to play. He never refused. Jagged played occasionally, usually when the power pack died on his datapad and he had to quit reading. He started playing more once Cherith decided she liked the game. Wyn hated the game. She wasn’t very good at it and hated to lose.
Cem put the bat away. It was over.
23. Wonder
Wyn wanted to see the galaxy. She could still remember what Jacen Solo had said about Coruscant all those years ago. It was everything and nothing like she had imagined. She stared out of the viewport of her stateroom aboard her brother’s flagship, the Gilad Pellaeon. She had been staring at the landscape for hours.
The irony of her location was not lost on her. The person who had promised her he would show her Coruscant had brought her here. Had Jacen not fallen to the Dark Side and uprooted the galaxy, Luke Skywalker wouldn’t have placed Jag in power.
24. Hawk
Soontir glared at the holotabloid cover staring at him. It was a picture of his Syal and her male co-star, Der Callohan. The headline spoke of a forbidden relationship.
Soontir was not angry with Syal. No, he was angry with the slag journalists who created such rumors. Syal constantly reminded him that it wasn’t important. The two of them knew the truth and that was all that mattered.
He didn’t agree. He hated seeing shame brought to her name, even if it was an alias. It made him angry. It tempted him to go after the writers.
She said no.
25. Lantern
A girlish giggle broke through the still night. The scampering of tiny feet brought a warm smile to Soontir’s face. His granddaughter ran to him and hopped onto his lap, mindful of his injured leg. Two braid of black hair rested on her small shoulders.
She touched the control on his hoverchair. Her small face lit up as the chair moved forward. She expertly moved the chair up the garden path to the patio at the back of her home.
“Grandma, Mama and Daddy are still gone. Can we have cake?” she asked.
Soontir nodded. It was a fine idea.
26. Rebirth
She arose from the ashes like a phoenix. Her soul had been robbed once again. It took her adopted uncle, then friends, her brother, her youth, her light, her path, her destiny, her love, her mind, and finally, her twin. She arose from it all. She walked toward him, determined and silent. His hand reached out to hers, clasping tightly. Green eyes met brown. Her hand touched the scar over his eye. His touched her cheek. Neither believed it was real. How could it be? It was a second chance. It was their chance to leave the fallen ashes behind.
27. Scars
The deaths of Davin, Cherith and Chak would never scar or heal. They remained a day old wound; decreased in pain, but not fully healed. Each remaining family member could live on, but never forgot or ignore their losses. Each child had completed the family in a way irreplaceable. No amount of time would diminish their loss. While each member did not live in the past, none would forget it. To forget the loss of a sibling or child would spit upon their soul. Each was heroes of their own making. Personal sacrifice came easily, naturally for the Fel family.
28. Disease
With six children, it’s impossible to avoid the flu. It did not surprise Syal that all six children were sick at the same time. Cherith and Chak were at the tail end of the flu, while Davin and Jagged were stuck in the worst stages. Wyn and Cem had recently developed fevers. It would have been much easier to deal with had Soontir not been called off-planet.
Give Cem and Wyn a cool bath to help the fever. Give Davin and Jagged ground ginger for nausea. Prepare toast for Cherith and Chak. Wash soiled sheets. Tuck blankets. Fluff pillows.
Repeat.
29. Agony
Fate was cruel.
Her parents, Jagged and Zena Antilles, were dead. Petty criminals did not follow the proper safety regulations as they ran from the law.
Her parents were killed in an explosion.
Zena was kind, loving and spirited. Jagged was fun, hard-working and compassionate.
Syal did not know what had happened to her baby brother. Was he there? Was he caught in the explosion? Was he still alive? If he was alive, were was he? She hoped he was with Booster Terrik. Booster would take care of him.
Did her family die hating her?
Did Syal want to know?
30. Healing
Soontir was not a good patient. He knew this. He could remember how aggravated Syal had been with him when he injured his leg and his eye.
He should have expected his children to pick up that bad habit. He shouldn’t have been surprised that Davin had left the cold compress on the couch and went back outside to play rather than sit with the ice on the lump on his forehead. He shouldn’t have been surprised that Cherith had taken off her sling to keep her swollen wrist elevated.
Soontir sighed. He could hear his parents laughing at him.
31. Iron
Soontir rarely questioned the actions of his superiors. This time, however, he couldn't help but wonder. He stood towards the front of the ranks, motionless, as he watched the court martial of Han Solo. He knew the story. Everyone did. Solo saved a Wookiee slave. Soontir did not share the common hatred of non-humans. He did not like slavery. He was grateful that he had not been placed with slaves.
Soontir flinched as the officer spat on Solo's shiny boots. As much as Soontir had wanted to beat him, he did not wish this wretched fate up on the man.
32. Challenge
Soontir clutched the golden jeweled ring tightly in his hand. This was it.. He was going to propose to Syal. He stared at her back as she looked over the veranda at the traffic on Coruscant. Just two hours ago, she had told him who she really was. He was shocked, but could not turn his back from her.
He would keep the information secret. He too knew the dangers of revealing her true heritage. He did not agree with his, he hoped, so to be brother-in-law's views, but he would respect the man for Syal's sake.
Soontir stepped forward.
33. Stadium
"Wedge Antilles! What do you think you're doing?" Syal shrieked.
Wedge looked at his sister guiltily. He peeked out from the swoop bike to look at her angry face. He tried his well-practiced innocent look, but it wasn't going to cut it today.
"Get out here right now! Mom and Dad are going to be furious!"
"Aw, Syal, please don't tell! I promise I won't do it again," he begged.
"Yes you will. You always do."
Wedge pouted. He hated when his sister went into "Adult Mode."
"Please?"
Syal sighed, "Fine, but only because Booster and Mirax are coming today."
34. Chairman
Jagged never thought he'd miss being a nobody. Each meeting with the Moff Council was like trying to escape quicksand. The bickering, the self-interest, the lack of cooperation, the list went on.
He walked into his stateroom. Wyn was seated at a table reading. She smiled at him as he entered.
"How bad was it?"
Jag shrugged. This was, by far, the only benefit to his position. He could see his family now. After they had visited, Wyn had opted to stay behind for awhile. She wanted to see the galaxy and this was the best way to do it.
35. Chef
It was pitch-black outside. Only the sentry were up. Jag glanced down at the blanket Jaina had spread over the rooftop. She'd placed several mismatched items from the mess on the over one corner.
Jaina had her head resting against his thigh. She was telling him about the Errant Venture, the Star Destroyer his mother had mentioned.
Jag watched as Jaina's eyes sparkled as she spoke of the modifications made to the ship. The war and hardships seemed to fall away from her as she spoke. Jag concluded that the lack of sleep was worth it.
Sleep only brought nightmares.
36. Ducks
They sat on the deck of the Millennium Falcon storage hold. Jaina was digging in the crates, looking for some lost item. Jag held a handful of holos for her. The top image was taken when Jaina was around six years old. She was sitting at the edge of a pond with Anakin, a look of annoyance on her face. Jacen was touching a bird.
The image reminded Jag of one from his own childhood. Davin and Chak had taken him to a small pond. Syal had snapped a holo of the boys feeding the wild water birds.
37. Money
Syal handed a check to the clerk at the orphanage in Coronet. She hated the money she had made off propaganda films for the Empire. She decided it was best to give the money away. She had decided the orphanage would be a good choice. She didn’t know if her brother had ever been forced to go to an orphanage after their parents died. She wanted to help the children. Maybe, she thought, if she could help these children she could begin to make up for not coming for her brother. It was a large price she would never repay.
38. Uncle
Soontir stepped out of the lively living room and onto the balcony overlooking Coronet. His niece, Syal, stood with her arms wrapped tightly around her. The balcony had been a frequent spot for her after the war ended. Iella and Wedge had told Soontir and Syal that their niece’s fiancé had been killed in the fighting.
Soontir hesitated, and then place a comforting hand on Syal’s shoulder. Tiom’s parents had left an hour ago. Syal looked at him, tears in her eyes. She suddenly flung herself into his arms. Soontir rubbed his niece’s back soothingly until her cries died down.
39. Gizmo
“Reconnect the hyperdrive,” Jag instructed.
Cem nodded as he followed his brother’s instructions. Unlike his siblings, Cem couldn’t attend the naval academy. Jagged was home for a week break. He’d offered to teach Cem how to repair a Clawcraft. Cem took each lesson seriously. He wanted to fly. Those opportunities only came when Jag was on leave. Cem sounded enough like Jag that the Chiss wouldn’t think anyone else was in the cockpit.
Later that night, the brothers would slip into the simulation rooms at the naval barracks. Cem would use a generic guest code. Tomorrow night, he could fly.
40. Tales
“Did the princess live happily ever after, Daddy?” Cherith asked.
“Yes, she did,” Soontir answered, pulling the covers up to her.
Soontir removed the toy bejeweled tiara from her blond curls and placed it on the bedside table. Cherith insisted on wearing it every day.
Fifteen years later, Soontir clutched the plastic tiara as tears coursed down his cheeks. The flimsy headpiece snapped in two in his hands. With a shaking hand, he placed one broken half on his fallen princess’s head. The other piece he carried with him.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a happily ever after, princess.”