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*Lead Scout’s Cabin, Adem Bol’era’s Quarters*
*The Broken Blade, somewhere in the Dajorra System*
*2347 hrs*
An insomniac Adem Bol’era kneeled on the circular rug set in the center of his quarters. He took his lightsaber in hand and fed tendrils of the Force into it, twisting the beautiful weapon apart until it was floating before him in three sections. The emitter and the grip orbited the crystal chamber, as if it were a bright yellow star. The Umbaran Knight exhaled slowly through his nose; this would surely calm him down.
Seconds or hours passed, and Adem heard a slight crack. A small noise, but enough to disturb his ritual of relaxation. In seconds, he reassembled his weapon, and the lightsaber filled the room with a warm glow. His blood froze when he heard his own voice speak from behind him.
“Ooooh, jumpy!” he heard himself laughing. A different cadence to the voice, though. Unrestrained, eager, arrogant.
“Solis.” Adem whispered, his voice razor sharp.
“You *do* remember me!” The voice came from the mirror behind Adem. His reflection remained dark in the yellow glow, and with a flicker of the lights, he saw his brother standing within the looking glass in his stead. Solis had his brother’s face, as do all twins, but Solis wore his hair differently. Shaved on the sides, pulled back into a ponytail, some loose strands dangling over his eyes. The lights flickered again, and Adem saw his face that wasn’t suddenly twist and gnarl from the right eye down the cheek. Scorched flesh, the vague impression of finger and palm prints linked by a web of visibly blue capillaries.
“Like it? Your handiwork, I believe. I suppose you’re the handsome one now, but I think it makes me look distinguished.”
“I’m not afraid of you, not now. Not then, not ever.”
“Half truths. But I do understand that it isn’t me who scares you these days.” The scarred brother walked out of the mirror, and Adem followed him into the hallway to see it wreathed in flames and littered with the charred bodies of the dead and dying. “Your masterpiece.”
“Not likely.” Adem swallowed, his heart a rock in his chest.
“True. This is a nightmare, after all. For argument's sake, imagine that you rammed the *Broken Blade* right into a ship I was on. Didn’t turn out well for some of the crew. Crushed the port side, pretty sure Mirus and Nashiro were in there…”
“Not a chance. This is my home.” Adem was beginning to choke on his air, the stench of burning flesh a thick miasma above his head.
“Mmm, I see cracks in your wall now.”
“Lies.”
“Are they? What would Bo think? Siobhan would likely do the same herself. Were Shozyie alive, what would she say?”
“You have no right to say her name!”
“Don’t be so dramatic. A frail Mirialan girl and two vagabonds expired for two reasons. They were weak and had thus forfeited their right to life, and more importantly because you refused to follow me!”
“I am *not* responsible for the life you chose! You stole our paradise, from me and yourself!” Adem screamed into the void as the ship broke apart and fell away from them. Solis mockingly waved at the wreckage before turning to his brother once more.
“Well, yes and no. Those halcyon days were bound to end the day Bo put lightsabers in our hands. They were bound to end when you betrayed me, refused to take what was ours. I chose to claim the power that came naturally to me, and forced you to do the same.” Blue sparks danced along Solis’s fingers, while Adem’s did the same as his anguish twisted with the Force and crackled across his knuckles. “We could have been kings, Adem. The families that kept us under their boots would be scrambling to kiss ours in a matter of days.”
“We’d have been enemies still. It would never be enough.” At that, Solis simply met his brother’s eyes one last time and shrugged.
“A moot point now, I suppose. It’s been fun brother, but I think you need to get your rest. I want you at your peak when I see you again.” The phantom dissipated, and Adem found himself awake in front of the mirror, this time his own haunted visage held within. He stared for a few moments, and shattered it with the pommel of his lightsaber.
*I’m never losing another home to you.*