Mother
He stood in the shadows of the foyer, watching. His mother walked into the living area from the direction of her bedroom, her dark brown eyes flickering over each piece of furniture. She sighed as she realized that his father wasn't in this room, and he could feel the depression rolling off of her.
His ice blue eyes flashed and a cold, sickening feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He could taste something metallic and acidy as he swallowed.
Movement. His eyes snapped to his mother. Her haunted eyes stared out the large windows watching the streaming traffic.
Father
He looked up at the broken neon sign and sighed. This was the fifth bar in down-level Coruscant he had visited tonight in his hunt for his father. It was his turn to find him and drag him home from whatever hole he had drunk himself into.
Sighing, he stepped into the dimly lit bar, pushing past the bouncer and the droid checker to see his father sitting at a table. Sitting on its pock-marked surface was a half-empty bottle of Corellian whiskey and an empty tumbler.
Guilt crushed his heart as he stared at his father's cold, empty eyes.
Sister
The simulator screen flashed white, and he pushed back his seat, yanking off his helmet in the process. Fiver whistled a dirge at him and he chuckled. He saw Jaina sitting in her simulator, watching him; a smirk tugging one side of her lips.
"What?" he snapped at her, more harshly than intended.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing, you just used to give me a better workout than that."
He snorted laughter. "Well, that was before you went and joined Rogue Squadron."
A mischievous smiled twisted her lips. "You sure it doesn't have anything to do with that little blond?"
Brother
Two sabers crashed against one another. One was a sharp green, brilliant and alive. The other was indigo, the color of a Tatooine night sky.
He watched his older brother as the swords separated, his blue eyes flickering over Jacen's joints, waiting to see where the next movement was going to come from; both of their chests were heaving with exertion.
Jacen pulled his saber back into a mid-guard, and started pacing to the left. "Tell me Anakin, what is the point of the Force?"
He shrugged his shoulders as he moved right.
"Does it really need one?"
He struck.
Friend
He lay on his bed, the fear of his nightmare evidenced by the bile he could taste in his mouth, the stench of night sweat that hung in the air. He sat up, and looked around his room, surprised that he wasn't on Yavin IV.
Then he saw the picture, a still image of Tahiri in a physical frame; an anachronism in this day of holographs. He smiled; such things were just like her.
Just the sight of her soothed him while simultaneously sending chills down his spine.
She was his best friend, and who he saw in his nightmares
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