BBC 40
You hold your son in your arms, feeling him squirm. Tellus has strong arms, is strong, kicking. You are a proud mother, proud and strong, and no one will take that away from you. Putting your son in his crib, you give him a bright smile. "Mommy has to go talk to some people, and she'll be right back. Okay?"
He nods, beginning to nap. Dec will be back long before Tellus will be getting up, you know that for sure, just as much as you know for sure that they will not take your son away from you to be some modern aristocrat, some elitist son-of-a-bitch. Grabbing your sniper and your bag, you pull on the old armor, sheathe yourself again in the old ways. You slip into your speeder, press a few buttons, and the whole thing disappears. You pull the off the beaten paths, as the rain begins to pours. Its soothing to old muscles, soothing to hear your knee pop, as old wounds have finally settled.
Leaping out of the speeder, your grapnel gun fires, and sinks into the wood of the park trees. Embraced in the branches, you pull your sniper and aim. One shot, nothing more, nothing less. That's all you need.
Your heart slows.
You catch a view of what you're aiming for.
You breath deep, inhale.
A bead of sweat drops from your forehead.
Exhale, shoot.
The cap explodes, undetected in the minutes before takeoff.
You head home.
You turn on the Holo. You see the Explorer catch fire in the atmosphere as unprotected fuel lights aflame. You see as the pilots lose control. You see it plunge to the ground, killing five Jedi, and destroying the records that contain Tellus' "Midichlorian Count" whatever trickery that is.
You sleep soundly, knowing your little boy is safe.
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So yeah, the Othello family has issues.