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Competition: "My Favorite Color is Dead Parents"

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"My Favorite Color is Dead Parents"

Everyone, without exception, comes from somewhere, and that somewhere is usually from some sort of parental figure. Perhaps your character knew their birth parents, or perhaps they did not. Perhaps they were adopted, or grew up alone, or went from stem cells to teenage horror in a cloning tank. Perhaps your character loved and adored their parents, or perhaps they despised them with a passion. Perhaps you rebelled under your parents' expectations, or perhaps they were hardly even there to set any. Perhaps they parted on good terms, or perhaps they left without saying goodbye. Perhaps they never got the chance. In a riot of countless possibilities, one thing remains the same: you came from somewhere, and where you come from affects you, as does every experience thereafter.

But it does beg one nagging question: what do your parents think of you now?

What if your character could ask them? What if they didn't have a choice?

By some confluence of circumstance, or the plot-breaking will of the Force, your character's parent(s) - whether or not they were previously alive or dead - have shown up for a surprise visit! In a minimum of 500 words, no maximum, tell the story of this particular encounter, relaying what your character's parents think of him or her today, and what your character may think of their parents in turn.

Is your character overjoyed to be reunited with the mother they mourned? Does your character relish the opportunity to stab daddy dearest 37 more times in the chest? Is your character shocked into silence at meeting their family for the first time? Or can your character not even stand to meet their eyes out of shame?

Rules:

  • 500 words min; no max
  • The Voice Fiction Rubric will be used for grading.
  • Any entry format will be accepted.
  • You may use any Primary Character, Alternative Character, or NPC with a valid CS.
  • If you feature any other member's character, be sure to ask their permission first.
  • If it goes past PG-13, uncheck the publish box!
  • Have fun, my little Batmans.

Competition Information

Organized by
Augur Atyiru Caesura Entar Arconae
Running time
2017-05-16 until 2017-06-05 (21 days)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Fiction
Awards
Second Level Crescents and Clusters of Ice as per VOICE guidelines
Participants
26 subscribers, of which 10 have participated.

Results

1st place
Seer Kordath Bleu
Member
Seer Kordath Bleu
File submission
DeadParents.pdf
Placement
1st place
2nd place
Vanguard Turel Sorenn
Member
Vanguard Turel Sorenn
File submission
DeadParents-Turel13830.pdf
Placement
2nd place
3rd place
Raider Qyreia Arronen
Member
Raider Qyreia Arronen
Submission
Raider Qyreia Arronen opted out of publishing her submission.
Placement
3rd place
4th place
Mystic Tali Sroka
Member
Mystic Tali Sroka
File submission
Mother_knows_best.docx
Textual submission

What better way to spend a short layover at JFK than writing about Tali's mom?

Placement
4th place
5th place
Battlemaster Reiden Karr
Member
Battlemaster Reiden Karr
File submission
Favorite_Color_is_Dead_Parents_(10106).pdf
Placement
5th place
Battlelord Bentre Kairn'tel Stahoes
Member
Battlelord Bentre Kairn'tel Stahoes
Textual submission

"The prisoners are through this way, sir." The Mirilian Commander motioned to the door. "The ship had a registration we could not trace. When we stopped them they insisted they were looking for someone. After they were contained, we started searching the data contained on their computers. There was *a lot* of information on Orian, sir. We thought it was best we call you."

Bentre looked at his Warhost comrade for a few moments, licked his lips and then drew a slow breath, his features twisted in thoughtful scowl. "Why didn't you think to call Sanguinius about this while you were at it?"

"Well, sir, I thought that you would want to speak to them first. I think you will understand as soon as you speak with the pair of them."

"There are two of them?" Stahoes growled the question. "And you kept them together?" Looking off to the side, the Sith clacked his teeth together in frustration. An angry flush filled his cheeks as he glanced back at the soldier. "We will have words about this later, Telum."

"Aye, sir. May I be dismissed?"

"Go," The Corellian Sith did not look back to see if Cephas obeyed the command. Pushing the doorway open violently, he stepped briskly through the doorway. As his eyes adjusted to the lights, he saw an older woman, her brown hair tinged with lines of grey. Her companion sat beside her holding her hand. The older man tilted his head questioningly as he considered the Sadowan.

"Welcome to Orian space," Bentre adopted a falsely cheery tone, "I hope that my good friends in the Warhost have been keeping you very comfortable." He smirked as the man's mouth twisted in a display of displeasure. "Though, there are a few things that we do need to-" Stahoes motioned in the air as though reaching out to grasp his next words, "clear up. Minor details, I assure you. If all goes well, you might even be able to leave our system.Eventually."

"As we told your thugs, we don't have any real interest in your space, we just-"

"**Why**," Bentre punctuated the word with a near-yell, "then do your navicomputers contain so much information on our system?"

"Well, we are trying to tell y-"

"Do you want to know what I think?" Stahoes interrupted again, jabbing a finger accusingly. "I believe you are working for the Inquistiorius, prepared to fell those resisting *Pravus*."

"Who is Prevus? For that matter wh-" the older man started.

"Or *perhaps*," the Versea Patriarch chortled, "you are yet another agent of the Dominion, as they struggle to remove the rightful masters of our space."

"No," the male prisoner's words were now pleading, "we are looking for-"

"Secrets or intelligence?" Bentre interrupted again, his words growing cruel.

"No!" The female prisoner yelled, "we are looking for our son!" Her voice broke with the last few words. This stopped Bentre Stahoes stop completely for a moment. He looked more seriously at the woman, some of the cruelty gone from his eyes. "We lost our son many years ago. He disappeared from our home city, and we have been searching for him ever since.

"Too bad that you decided to stumble into our space."

"We had tracked through all sorts of space." The woman shook her head slowly as she spoke, appearing to be stressed by the memory. "We use some professional connections, and we finally got word of him on a planet. We traced appearances of our son and used what little information we had on departures and the like and then finally we triangulated several departures to find your space." Bentre nearly interrupted again, but he wanted to hear the end of this tale. "All we want is to find our boy, We lost him so long ago."

"You mean, we abandoned him." The old man's voice was bitter.

"Garhas," the woman's tone was reproachful,"you know we had no choice in what happened."

Bentre's gaze slipped between the pair, realization dawning in his eyes. "So you are Garhas," he pointed to the man before pointing at the woman, "which would make you- let me guess- Damasa?"

Real fear could be seen in the woman's eyes. "Who are you," her voice became a near whisper, "and how do you know who we are? What have you done to our boy? What did you do to our Bentre!?"

"Lots of things have happened to your son. He lost an eye to a monster, an arm in combat and then soon enough, he saw the light."

"What do you mean? What did you do!?"

"Don't worry, man and Lady Stahoes." Bentre let loose a nearly childish giggle. "I have done far more horrible things than my parents could ever cope with. You will have plenty of time to learn, however." Confusion filled both prisoner's eyes. "Don't worry your head though, mum. You and Dad will see in time."

"You cannot be my boy," the man shook his head, "he would never do the terrible things we have heard of. The murders alone are unthinkable of our boy."

"Oh, that is just the beginning da'." Bentre laughed at this point before he continued, his eyes becoming wide with a mania, "Would the two of you like to hear about some of them? Or are you prepared to deny leaving Corellia without me?"

The older woman took a quick breath. "You really are my little Benny?" Tears began to fill her eyes. "What has happened to you in all these years?"

"Went to war for my new family, got married into a new family, battle scars, madness, had a baby of our own," Bentre listed off the items seemingly nonplussed, "but don't worry mum, we will have plenty of time to catch up. I promise you that."

"Really?" Her words were hopeful, and the hopeful smile pulled at the corners of Damasa Stahoes' mouth.

"Oh yes, just let me take care of a few things, and we will have lots of time together." With a slight bow and a knowing smile, Bentre turned back for the door. He closed the door softly behind him, then pulled a commlink from his pocket. "I have spoken with the prisoners in holding point CP-33, and have determined they may be a threat. I want them moved to a proper holding cell with all the necessary equipment. The Proconsul is going to want to interrogate these prisoners at length, personally. Give it fifteen minutes, and then follow through with the transfer to the cell. Proconsul Stahoes, out."

Putting the commlink back, Bentre smoothed his clothes out thoughtfully. Few children got the chance to find long last parents after so long. He really should have been more thankful he supposed. Perhaps he should have at least had a meal with his parents before getting into the festivities. He could not forgive the pain they had caused him, but they were his parents after all.

Reunions could be so complicated.

Placement
No placement
Savant Tisto Kingang
Member
Savant Tisto Kingang
File submission
ColorofDeadParents.docx
Placement
No placement
Warden Celevon Edraven Erinos
Member
Warden Celevon Edraven Erinos
Submission
Warden Celevon Edraven Erinos opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
No placement
Augur Xantros
Member
Augur Xantros
File submission
Augur_Xantros__11518__My_Favorite_Color_is_Dead_Parents.doc
Placement
No placement
Seer Kelly Mendes
Member
Seer Kelly Mendes
File submission
Dead_Parents_comp.docx
Placement
No placement