Eclipsed Unity: A Tale Of Sith And Jedi Siblings

Chapter 3: Shadows Of The Past

In a dimly lit cell, Yuki found herself confined, her hands tightly bound in metallic shackles. Her mind was consumed with worry for her son, Nate, who had been cruelly snatched away alongside Anastasia. Determined to free herself from the oppressive restraints, she struggled tirelessly until, suddenly, the cell doors swung open, revealing a mysterious figure entering the room.

"I see you remain unchanged, Yuki," the man uttered, his voice carrying a hint of familiarity. Taking a seat with an air of authority, he observed her intently.

Yuki's throat tightened, and she managed to muster a shaky response, "How do you know who I am?"

The man, his hands clasped together, began to rub them slowly, a sly smile forming on his lips. "You were once the esteemed Senator Amber's trusted bodyguard and advisor," he revealed, his words laced with a touch of menace.

The weight of the past bore down on Yuki, and she couldn't help but feel remorseful. "That feels like a lifetime ago," she admitted, her voice filled with regret.

As if to accentuate his unsettling presence, the man subtly tilted his head, exposing his Sith eyes. A surge of terror coursed through Yuki's veins, but she fought to maintain her composure. With a tone of unwavering determination, she mustered the courage to demand, "Where is my son?"

Rising from his seat, the Sith loomed over Yuki, his dark aura enveloping the room. "I believe you 'once' had a son," he taunted, leaving the statement deliberately vague. With an air of finality, he turned and departed from the room.

leaving Yuki's heart shattered into a million pieces. Her anguished cries echoed through the chamber as she fervently screamed, desperate to uncover the truth about her son's whereabouts.

In the corridors of the past, Noel dedicated himself to the study of Force techniques, seeking enlightenment in the face of adversity. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Nisbet, who entered with a tray laden with food.

Complaining about the obstacles he faced in the clonetrooper-filled line, he took a seat, seemingly oblivious to Noel's presence.

Noel, however, reacted with a loud thud, slamming shut his book, capturing Nisbet's attention. With a quirked eyebrow, Nisbet inquired, "What troubles you, brother?"

Wordlessly, Noel approached, forcefully presenting a discovered photograph, featuring Nisbet alongside Senator Amber. "Do you dare to reveal the truth?" he demanded, his voice brimming with accusation.

Nisbet's forehead glistened with a thin layer of sweat as he attempted to defend himself. "I am merely fulfilling my duties," he retorted, his focus shifting to the meal before him.

Noel, consumed by anger, scattered the tray across the floor, the clatter echoing through the room. "Tell me!" he commanded, his voice filled with a seething intensity.

With a sudden burst of aggression, Nisbet rose from his seat, shoving Noel forcefully. "I owe you no explanations," he spat, his defiance tangible in every word spoken.

Clutching the photo tightly, Noel contemplated his next move. "Very well then, I shall present this evidence to the council and let them pass judgment," he declared firmly, determination gleaming in his eyes.

As he turned to leave, Nisbet's grip tightened around Noel's arm, halting his progress. "Wait," Nisbet pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. Reluctantly, he relinquished the photo, preparing himself to reveal the truth. "Amber and I... we are married," he confessed, the words hanging heavy in the air.

Noel's world seemed to tremble at this startling revelation. He rubbed his temples wearily, struggling to process the weight of the truth. "I can scarcely believe it," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and disappointment. Meeting Nisbet's gaze, he questioned, "How long has this been going on?"