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OC Kiss Week 2020: Day 5 (Ma’at and her sons)

Day One (Balic/Elara) • Day Two (Fynta/Jorgan) • Day Three (Theron/Zolah/Vector) • Day Four (Fynta/Jorgan)

Sadly, I have not commissioned any art with the Techtmar children yet, so this will have to do. Enjoy some fluffy, family antics. If you aren’t familiar with our massive, poly Sith family. Nuada (who belongs to @kunoichi-ume) is the son of Tuathal (also hers) and Techtmar heir. Ari is Ma’at’s son through Talos. The boys were born less than a year apart because oops, even Sith make mistakes. 

Prompt: Cold Word Count: 535

Icy crystals bit into Ma’at’s skin as they slid beneath the collar of her shirt. Her hair was soaked, freezing in unattractive black strings instead of its normal fullness. She ducked behind a rock wall, boots slipping on the hardened layer of ice beneath the snow. She considered calling out to Tuathal, but feared giving away his position to their relentless pursuers. 

One of the twins kicked, taking Ma’at’s breath and causing her to gasp in surprise. She lost focus for a mere second and lowered her defenses. It was enough. 

“I found her!”

Ma’at considered running but in her bulbous state, it would likely hinder her more. She’d have to fight. Pulling on the Force, Ma’at commanded a snowdrift to collapse as the sound of rushing feet grew closer. Someone yelped, followed by sputtering and a vague curse that she’d keep in mind for later. 

Sure that she’d bought herself time, Ma’at stepped from the shelter of her cavern wall and was blindsided by the sting of snow hitting her cheek at a rapid speed. She staggered and nearly fell. 

“Got her!” 

Ma’at braced herself against the wall with one hand while wiping her eyes clear with the other. Nuada stood in all of his childish glory, basking in the accomplishment of having found his mother through using his wits and instinct. Ari scrambled from a pile of snow not four meters back, grinning the same way Talos did when he’d made a breakthrough on a tough project.

Ma’at made a show of limping along, luring the boys closer. Neither were jaded enough to interpret her trap. "Mother?" Ari asked, casting a worried glance towards his brother. When they’d neared her, Ma’at yanked her sons with the Force until they were trapped in a firm embrace. They cried out and complained while she smothered them in kisses.

Nuada attempted to break her hold with the Force but Ma'at overpowered his attempt and dumped snow down their backs. High pitched squeals echoed off the canyon walls. Only then did she release them.

“That’s cheating,” Ari complained, dancing around to shake the cold from his clothes. “You were tagged. That means you were down.”

Ma’at laughed, rubbing her stomach when one of the girls jabbed at her again. “Never underestimate your opponent. Even a wounded man can still kill.” The boys deflated, sending a pang of guilt through Ma’at for stealing their victory. She closed her eyes, searching for Tuathal's hiding spot. With a conspiratorial smile, Ma'at leaned between her sons and lowered her voice. “I believe you’ll find the Emperor’s Wrath in that direction. Work together, and you may take him by surprise.”

They wouldn’t, not unless Tully allowed it. A shiver of playful betrayal traveled along her bond with Tuathal and Ma’at laughed. He knew the boys were coming, she could sense his plan forming even as they rushed headlong into an ambush. 

Taking a breath, Ma’at rubbed her stomach. They’d perform these exercises with the twins one day too, honing their skills through games that would hopefully keep her children alive long enough to begin families of their own. It was all a mother could ask for while war raged throughout the galaxy.

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Fictober/Whumptober: Day 13

I’ve been running like crazy and haven’t gotten nearly as many of these done as I’d have liked. But, I had some time today, so have some young Sith learning how not to use the Force.

Prompt: Fictober “I never knew it could be this way.” Whumptober “Adrenaline” Genre: Suspense Word Count: 411 Characters: Young Ari Drellik, Nuada Techtmar (belongs to @kunoichi-ume) & Ma’at Stasma Story/series: Sithy Bunch Timeline: While Tully is trapped in carbonite. The boys are eight years old.  Fandom: swtor

Dromund Kaas Estate of Darth Imperius

Ari pressed the attack, embracing the Force as it boiled through his veins. His heart pounded, adrenaline and the Dark Side blurring his opponent’s features until they no longer represented his brother and best friend, but a thing that needed to be destroyed. Red crept into the edges of Ari's vision, blotting out everything except his target.

With a cry of rage, Ari channeled the Force from his core, down one arm, and into the chest of his adversary. The form buckled, rolling away in a stunned heap that gave Ari room to advance. He rushed forward, practice saber raised to deliver the final blow. Then, the world snapped back into color a moment before Ari struck the floor three feet from where he'd been. His breath left in a whoosh as shadows raced past.

Ari jumped when one touched his face, blinking to realize that it was his father. Awareness slithered back into his mind, clearing the fog of battle to show his mother kneeling next to Nuada. Ari’s throat tightened with fear and he scrambled to their sides.

Ma’at let out a relieved breath and pulled Ari into a fierce hug. Her warmth seeped into him, soothing any vestiges of anger that had seemed so important moments ago. “My sons,” she whispered, pulling Nuada in with her other arm when he sat up. Ari met his brother’s gaze, unsure of how to apologize or explain his actions. It was all a blur, hazy memories that slipped away with every passing second.

When their mother pulled back, she cradled each boy’s face in her palms. “You do not ever access the Dark Side of the Force without me, Jeasa, or Ashara to guide you, is that understood?”

Both boys nodded, but Ari knew her admonishment was directed at him. “I--” he stumbled over the words, seeking answers that his mind couldn’t comprehend. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would be like that. I thought I could handle it.”

Ma’at dragged the boys against her again, arms tight around their necks. “Promise me.” Ari and Nuara obeyed, their words muffled against her shoulders.

Fear raced through Ari, not only at how easily he could have harmed Nuada, but of the anger that had come with it. He needed to examine it from every angle, to understand where the hatred had come from. Until then, Ari vowed not to touch the Force unless his life was in danger. Maybe not even then.