“Homeless” (Attira, Mili)

Note #1: Mili is Malavai’s younger brother. He joined Attira (the Outlander, Warrior married to Quinn) in the Alliance sometime during KOTFE, after he was exiled from the Empire for his attempts to free his brother from prison.

Note #2: The story takes place after Chapter 2 of KOTET.

Note #3: THIS is why one size doesn’t fit all (same KOTET story for all classes)!


Attira was standing by the Fury, looking at the landscape of mountains. Mili approached her, and saw something on her face that he had never seen before. He hadn’t been even sure she was capable of that.

“They treated me like a stranger,” she said. “Like I didn’t belong.” Another tear rolled down her pale cheek. She looked up at him. “We built a home on Dromund Kaas. We got married on Dromund Kaas. I gave birth to Nil’awr on Dromund Kaas. We planned future on Dromund Kaas. Yet they treated me as if I was there the first time; a short-time visitor.”

She silenced for a moment. He couldn’t find any words. Being an exile himself, he fully understood it. He had been born and raised on Dromund Kaas, and received not warmer welcome.

“I’ve been rejected, again,” she whispered. He knew what she meant: her parents had abandoned her like a stranger. Now the Empire treated her like a stranger, too. Her own words. “I am not seen as a Sith. Or someone from the Empire. I’m treated like a separate entity. Like a potential enemy, who could become an ally for a while.”

Another tear slid down her cheek. His heart was breaking at her pain. He wished there was something he could do, but he had no idea what that could be.

She turned to him; her tears of sorrow turning into tears of anger. “Is that what I have to suffer?” she barked. “Five years of my life stolen. And now I’ve been thrown out of my own home! Why? Due to my absence?”

“Attira, they see you as a head of another state,” he said softly.

She snorted. “I don’t want another state! I want to defeat the enemy, and then go home!” She turned away to look at the mountains again. “This is not some kind of empire I’m building here,” she growled. “This is a bunch of deserters and defectors from the Empire and the Republic. Nothing more. Once the common enemy is gone, we go back to fighting each other. The Jedi will return to their goal of total Sith annihilation. What will I do then, hmm?” She looked at him again. “Where will I go? Where will… if I find him… where will he go? He’s still Imperial. He will always be, it’s in his heart.” Mili didn’t need to ask whom she was talking about. Malavai. “I’m — apparently — not any more. Even Vowraun treats me like a stranger, and addressed me ‘commander’. Vowraun! The Sith I consider the closest thing to my master!”

Mili wasn’t sure she was more furious or more morose. He knew for certain she was hurting, but had no idea how to help alleviate her pain. It was as if her parents abandoned her again, but this time it was the Sith Empire. It pained him. She had done so much for the Empire; she deserved more than this.

On the other hand he knew it was not lack of respect towards her. It was because Acina saw her as an equal, not a servant.

He smiled slightly. Unlike most of them, this Sith always considered herself to be in service of the Empire. She thought of it as her duty. He knew it was due to the influence Malavai had on her. She wouldn’t be like that if not his presence in her life. Now she was… homeless. Duty-less. His smile faded away. He knew all she wanted was to be done with Valkorion and his insane offspring, only to return home to start rebuilding it. She just had learnt that home didn’t want her back. That she had no home.

He felt for her, because he didn’t either. This Odessen place was not going to a be a temporary stop; there was a good chance it was the last stop.

“Maybe you can build a new home,” he suggested quietly. Also for him, which he didn’t add.

The look she gave him made him take a step back. “Not you too!” she shouted, gesturing angrily. “I don’t want to hear any more word about that nonsense of destiny and taking that foul seat! You hear me?!”

“Yes, loud and clear,” he said but his words were drowned by her rage.

“I want the enemy destroyed! Utterly and completely annihilated, so that they aren’t a threat any longer. I want them to burn. I don’t want their disgusting throne or worthless empire of people who wait drooling for their droids to wipe their bottoms or narrow-minded cretins praying to a serpent! You hear me?!”

She suddenly silenced, eyeing him suspiciously. “If I’m rejected as a citizen of the Empire, and not allowed to return, what will Malavai do? Where will he go?”

The question gave him a pause. He knew his brother believed his place was by her side. He was her husband. It was his duty to stand by her, and serve her.

But his service was first and foremost to the Empire. All his life, and it had never changed, even in spite of what had been done to him. For years, serving her and serving the Empire was one and the same. Would he face a choice of serving either his wife, or his Empire? He had disobeyed an order – again – and – again – for the same reasons: he considered it wrong. He stood up to her enemies even in her absence. In a sense, he chose her side over the official Imperial position. But Mili could not tell whether Malavai would choose the Empire or her, now that those were separate paths. His love for her was endless but his duty for the Empire woven into his DNA.

As he stood there opening his mouth, closing it, opening again, and still not finding words to answer her question, her suspicious look first turned into furious, and then sullen.

“You don’t know either,” she whispered dramatically, leaning on the railing, and looking back at the mountains. “If they force me to do what I don’t want to do, and if they don’t let me go home, he will have to make a choice,” she said dryly, not looking at him.

Mili was still silent. He knew she was right, and he also worried Malavai would choose the Empire over her, over his own brother, over people who cared for him for a state that for his faithful serving ruined his career twice, court-martialed him, almost executed, and now imprisoned.

Not the first time he wondered if it was the right decision not to tell her where he was. He worried she’d go on a rampage, leaving death and destruction all over Dromund Kass in her wake, trying to free him. Not only he could not allow her kill so many innocent Imperials, he was fairly certain Malavai wouldn’t forgive her so many deaths as the cost of his freedom.

He couldn’t tell her.

She pushed away from the railing, straightened, and walked away slowly, not looking at him.

He wanted to fix it. He had to fix it.

He had no idea how to fix it.

He watched her tiny figure walk away, feeling he had failed her.

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