Cold. That was all they were supposed to feel. It was all they were raised to feel. They were raised to be cold and hurtful. To be powerful. To be deadly. To be a sith. Yet, things were never as black and white as they seemed.
Arc always knew that...
Cold. That was all they were supposed to feel. It was all they were raised to feel. They were raised to be cold and hurtful. To be powerful. To be deadly. To be a sith. Yet, things were never as black and white as they seemed. Arc always knew that. He always had. He knew things weren't always as what they were told. Siths weren't the best people out there. Jedi weren't always the bad guys. They probably never were. People weren't always kind or nice. He knew one other thing to.
He wasn't a girl. He was never a girl.
Yet, that never stopped anyone from calling him one for years. Not even his own father called him a boy. All he ever heard from him was that he wasn't as good as his brother and that he'd never be worth anything if he didn't stop it with something called kindness. Something that never existed in the world to him. Though all he ever wants to hear from him was that he loved him. Or at least to hear him say that to one of his siblings. Yet, the inquisitor only ever said it to his wife. A wife whom he killed when she tried to keep him from turning their kids into monsters. It was sad to say his mother failed and that he became what he was today because of that. She tried so hard to protect them and failed. Even after death he knew his mother was grieving over how much more broken he became over the years. Dad used to get mad at him a lot. A lot more than how he got mad at his other siblings. He used to lock them in a closet whenever they misbehaved. In the end Arcann was sent there seven times a days. At first he hated the darkness and the feeling of hunger creeping up on him. Soon though he got used to the dark and pain. Once he even went looking for it. Yet, he never got the kind of pain he wanted when he was 10. Pain that lead to the relief of a life time. He never got to die and go where he knew he'd be loved. Instead, he stayed where the world seemed to hate him. Now again he did try to rebel against it in any way he could. At first it started with dressing like his brother. Then he used to cut his hair and dye it colours he knew his father would hate. Afterwords it was spray painting buildings with messages speaking out against the thing he hated most in the galaxy. His father and his works rule over the galaxy. Soon after he began to sneak out to parties with his siblings ever once in a while. Then it began becoming a regular routine to do these things to basically tell the galaxy, 'fuck you!'. Though all these actions didn't stop him from become an inquisitor. Or from being abused by his father daily. Yet, it made his bond with his siblings stronger. So strong that sometimes they could read each other's thoughts. That is until one was killed by a rebel. One day his brother never came home. Instead his father came home being a bit more pissy then usual. He eventually told him his brother was dead....ten days later. Ten days after searching and begging for his return. After that, his sister broke. She became fully cold. Fully heartless. She no longer cared who she hurt or what they did. She was a full blown sith. Instead of doing this Arcann act out more. Which cause him to party more. Like nightly. Soon he even had a few new people to go with for fun. It was fun and helped him forget the pain. Then one day he woke up. Literally. His head was throbbing as he rolled over in the bed to look at where he was. Something hurt like hell. Something known as his entire body. The music from last night was still blaring in his head until he saw it. He was naked. Full blown naked. Plus there was blood coming from somewhere. The male's heart stopped thinking about what happened last night. All he could remember was a male handing him a drink. At first he decline but, one of his friends talked him into drinking it. Everything was a little fuzzy afterwords. Yet, he remembered saying no every chance he got and trying to push the guy off of him. That morning he just rolled over in pain and cried. As for the res of the day, he acted normal. Soon time passed. As it did he got sick a lot. He ended up losing everything he ate every morning when he woke up. Despite barfing and feeling sick so often, he was hungry all the time. Which was weird. Yet, he learned to deal with it thinking it was a sign he was going to die. A sign he was going to go somewhere he would be loved again. That is until one of his friend did something about how chubby he was getting. Which was even weirder. Especially when he realized it was a bump. Soon he found out what you've probably guessed by now. That was a baby. Soon he found himself kicked out of his own house by his father and his sister being missing for two weeks. Which forced him to live on the streets for a few months now. Until he woke up in a random jail cell. A cell that belonged to who the fuck knew where with another women. "Mierda. Esto duele." He whimper gripping his outfit trying to hold back a scream of pain. He was wearing a ragged dress which he hated with a burning passion. The male was now sitting right in front of a large puddle of water he left on the ground a few hours ago. Tears stung at the corner of his eyes as the women dropped down next to him. "I know it's gotta hurt darling. It's not gonna get any better. Are you sure that you don't want me to call the guards?" She asked looking at him. The women sat down next to him slipping her hand into his. The male shook his head looking up at her. "¡No! ¡Se llevarán a mi bebé! ¡Quiero que mi bebé esté a salvo!" He stated a bit louder in language he knew she understood. It was also the one thing he knew that no guard could understand or have any idea what he was saying. He gripped the women's hand tightly holding back more tears. Yet, the women bit her lip holding in a scream of pain refusing to leave him alone. A few seconds later the pain got worse which made him grip the women's hand tighter holding back a scream. Then the building shook a bit making a loud noise. The women looked out of the cell to see nothing other than a few prisoners screaming. They began screaming five seconds after the explosions rang out. That was when an idea hit her. "Darling when I say now you scream and push, okay?" She stated looking down. The male nodded his head as he bit his lip. He gripped her hand a bit tighter for second waiting for something to be said. A second later the women looked back down at the male quickly. "Now." She said quickly. The male let out a loud screaming as the building shook for a few minutes admitting a louder noise. A few other screams were heard again from the other side of the building. He stopped screaming for a minute holding back another scream. He kept trying to get the tiny creature out of him quicker. "Sacarlo! ¡Sácalo de mí!" The male begged gripping the women's hand tighter. She sighed looking down at him. All while trying not to scream in pain herself. "I know it's gotta hurt but, at least wait a few seconds for another noise. Okay?" She asked looking at him. He nodded his head bitting his lip a bit tighter while tears of pain began pouring out of his eyes. "Now." She repeated as the building shook again. He let out a loud scream the same time another women screamed. The second everyone in the cell block heard his scream they knew exactly what was going on. Seconds later another sound bursted through the building causing it to shake. Another scream left the male's lips as he continued crying. The second it left his lips other prisoners let out fearful screams trying to cover up his pain so that the guards didn't come and take his child away from him. He eventually was laying there while his body throbbed in pain as he pushed in silence with nothing to do but, squeeze a women's hand. "yo-yo c-I can't do this any more. It hurts so fucking much." He stated tiredly gripping her hand tighter. The women bit her lip looking at the lower half he couldn't see. "Hey, it's just gonna hurt for one more minute then, you're gonna have a little baby to look after." She smiled. He sighed letting out another scream as the building shook. All he felt for a second was light headed as he felt all the pain pass through him. A tiny cry was heard for a second as his vision got blurry. "Hey, would you look at that. It's a little boy." She smiled picking up the baby who was a few minutes old. The tiny child began to cry as his large blue eyes meet his father's. Arcann waved for a minute at his son before his vision began to darken. "Arcann? Darling, are you okay?" The women asked looking at him. He opened his mouth to speak only to be consumed by darkness. All he heard was his name repeated over and over again before there was nothing but silence and darkness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "What do you mean you just found him?" Kanan asked looking at the tiny child in Ezra's arms. Ezra tried to shush the child as he began crying. The tiny baby who was now more then a few hours old snuggled into the warmth of the Jedi while sniffling. "Okay, look we went into the cell. All we saw was a guard dead on the floor with a passed out person. Then was this little guy who was hidden under a corpse of a random women." Ezra stated rocking the baby back and forth calming him down a bit. The tiny child stopped crying loudly and began napping in the male's arms. "Well was the dead women his mother?" Kanan asked. "Kanan she was a twi'lek and he's 100% human. You do the math." Ezra smirked looking at him. He held the tiny child wrapped in his coat closer to his chest as the wind began to pick up outside of the ship. "Okay, first of that's not based on math. It's biology. Unless you're talking about the statistics." Hera sighed. Ezra sighed. Hell if he knew. He didn't know the difference between math and science apparently. "Secondly, chances are he's got a parent in that place that is or at least was looking for him. I mean he doesn't look more then a few hours old." Hera stated. The tiny child whimpered a bit in his sleep. Hera opened her arms and Ezra handed her the child. She bounced him a bit cooing at the smile child saying everything was going to be fine. He cuddled into the women's chest liking the feeling of warmth. "We're going to have to keep him with us for a bit. Or at least until we find out who his parents are." Hera stated looking up with a tiny smile on her face. Lord he was so cute. She wanted one of these so badly. "Hera you can't be serious. What if he somehow gets us caught on a mission or something." Sabine snapped. "Aww come in Sabine. Have you seen him. He doesn't even look like he can stay awake for five seconds none the less give away a hiding spot when we're supposed to be laying low." Hera smirked looking down at the bundle in her arms. Sabine rolled her eyes as Hera began to walk over to a few survivors they rescued to talk to about the baby along with Kanan. While she did this the young child yawned and opened his eyes seeing Sabine. She awed a bit waving at the child even though he couldn't make out much or see that far yet. Zeb laughed a bit looking at her. "What's so funny?" She asked glaring at him. "Nothing it's just you call me a softie and meanwhile you're awing over this random baby." He smirked. Ezra laugh a bit as Sabine smacked Zeb. She walked off. "Wait, where the heck are you going?" Zeb asked. "To go see if he's got a family or if he's stuck with a asshole." She smirked walking off. "Hey!" Zeb yelled back. He tried to look a little hurt. While Ezra laughed. "Actually I was talking about Ezra." She smirked running off. Ezra yelled at her before chasing her down for a hug tackle. Zeb followed behind to keep them out of to much trouble. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Arcann groaned opening his eyes. He was still swore all over and everything was blurry. Yet, he realized that there was lights in the room. Then he remembered his cell didn't have a light. Only the med bay and torture rooms did. He sprung up despite the pain running through his body as his eyes began to fix to the light of the room. As he looked around he realized he definitely wasn't in the same place as before. Which made his heart race faster. Maybe they might have sold him or had brought him to a new med bay. Yet, he didn't care about that. The only thing he could think of was his son. Where the fuck was his son? His eyes flew around the room in a state of panic as he saw people he didn't know walk by in strange outfits. They were talking about some rescue mission he could care less about. With a groan he climbed out of the bed causing his body to scream in pain. He gripped the side of his bed trying not to lose his balance holding back a scream. His eyes flew down to see a little bit fat still there and the fact that he was wearing a dress. Again. With a sigh he raised his hand trying to get his saber which he assumed these people took for money. His old captors may have broken the crystal in it during their experiments. To his surprise he heard the blade turn on from a few feet away. People screamed as a red blade flew over their heads leaving scourge marks on the wall to a med bay room. Luckily no one was hit but, Arcann did get his blade back. Which wasn't a good thing seeing as he no longer was to tired to do anything. Especially for who ever took his son. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "No one knows. Are you being serious?" Sabine asked. Hera nodded rocking the tiny child. "They had fucking clothes for him. How could nobody know who he fucking belongs to?" She snapped. "Sabine you watch you're language!" Hera snapped back holding the tiny child in her arms. He yawned snuggling into the warmth again. "Sorry. It's just why would they have all this tuff is no one knows who his parents are. It just doesn't add up." She sighed dropping into her seat. Zeb took another large bites of the fruit he was currently eat. Ezra sighed looking at her. "Maybe no one wants him." Ezra mumbled. "No. Kid don't say that. He's to cute not to keep." Zeb stated looking at him. Hera but her lip holding the baby closer to him. Kanan sighed getting up. "I hate to admit it but, I think Ezra might be right." He finally admitted. "What? Why wouldn't they want him?" Sabine asked looking at the tiny boy. He looked so cute and he had no health issues according to the med bay droids. He even had a cute little toothless grin that Sabine loved. Why wouldn't anyone want him? "I don't know. Maybe no one wants something to remind them of that place." Kanan stated. He had no idea if it had to do with looks or anything seeing as he was blind. Yet, something told him it was about that place. Either that or something that sensed off about him. Something force wise. "Well then we could keep him until the people in the med bay are ready to talk to us. It might also be one of their kids." Zeb stated hopefully. Hopefully this kid wasn't gonna be alone anymore. "Or maybe his parent was one of the people we didn't save or they died from a while back and they just gave it to that women to look after because she liked kids?" Ezra asked. He wasn't a hundred percent sure. Kanan opened his mouth to say something when the air got cold. Really cold. As cold as winter nights. Ezra jumped a bit knowing that meant a Sith was in the area. As for the baby, he began to fuss a bit. "Hera, take the baby and run." Kanan stated pulling out his lightsaber. Her heart beat a little faster as she slowly walked out of his way to a door behind him with the rest of the crew. She held the tiny child closer to her as he began to fuss even more over how cold it was getting. "Why are you digging that out?" Sabine asked getting up. Ezra slowly walked behind his master digging out his own blade. Zeb's eyes bulged out of his skull as he realized they only did this when Siths were near by. "Kanan, that's the exit." Zeb stated standing in front of the baby and the women holding him. Sabine stood next to Hera as she slowly dug out her guns prepared to fire when ready. Meanwhile Kanan swore under his breath trying to think of something else they could go instead. "Then take the kid to the cockpit and if I yell call other rebels." Kanan stated. Hera nodded as she slowly made her way out of the room leaving behind a tiny baby rattle she was given from one of the prisoners. Zeb opened the door for her a few seconds later. She raced into the cockpit holding the child tightly as he began to fuss as loudly as possible while looking like he was going to cry. Zeb followed her slowly. Sabine entered last pulling her guns out. The second she stepped foot in the door way the opposite door in front of the Jedi opened. A male with yellow eyes full of furry entered with his damaged blade held in front of him. He took one step into the ship only to get shot at by Sabine. Zeb grabbed her pulling her into the room and looking the door behind them. Arcann growled running forward despite his body screaming more in pain from the sudden movement. Kanan blocked the blade looking into the eyes of the young teen. "What are you here for?" He asked trying to spit venom at the male. He got a glare back from him. The boy kicked the Jedi back groaning in pain a bit regretting the sudden action. The second he did this Ezra charged at him. Arcann dodged the blade by moving to the side. Ezra charged at him again only to have the male drop to the ground. He spun around ready to attack again when he heard the male whimper in pain as his pants began to bleed red from a certain area. "Ewww." Ezra mumbled. Arcann took a deep breath grabbing his blade ready to charge at the male again. The second he faced him he knew something was off. He was just about to charge when the older male ran towards him again. With one swift movement Arcann moved out of the way and used the force to push the male against the wall. This knocked Kanan out cold within a few seconds. Arcann let a whimper through the pain for a second. Then he was in an attack formation ignoring the blood pouring down his legs through the pair of pants he stole from a random guy. He moved forwards to go charge at the boy only to have his leg finally gave up on him sending him tumbling forward. His body hit the ground with a loud thud making his body hurt more than what it already did. "Oh god. Are you okay?" Ezra asked turning his blade off running over. Arcann whimper a bit before trying to push the male off of him. "¡No me toques!"He growled. Ezra jumped back a bit trying to think of what he just said. He bit his lip slowly making his way back over to the whimpering male. Arcann held his sides trying his hardest to to scream or cry in pain. "Look, just let me help you. I can call the md bay and-" "No! No! ¡No hasta que encuentre a mi hijo!" He begged trying to get the male off of him. He wasn't leaving or going anywhere until he saw his son. Or until he held him just once. Or even named him. All he wanted was to hug his baby closely to his chest and tell him how much he loved him. Yet, the galaxy loved to just fucking screw him over didn't it? "What? I'm sorry I don't understand you but, if you just let me call the med bay, I'm sure I can get you what you need." Ezra stated looking at him. Arcann bit his lip. This male definitely wasn't a guard. They usually yelled at him. He also definitely wasn't a prisoner seeing as they all learned to speak Spanish to communicate without the guards knowing what or who they were talking about. Arcann felt his hands gripping the sleeves of the male's outfit. "My son. I want to find my son before I'm sent there." Arcann begged through the pain. Ezra jumped a bit. This wasn't that baby's dad was it? Oh god, that meant they had a Siths kid............They all were so dead when he got them. Probably. "I-I only saw him for a few seconds but, I know what he looks like. I am not going back there without at least naming him." Arcann stated. He knew he was probably on the verge of tears right now infront of this guy. Yet, he didn't care. He just wanted to hold his baby. He just wanted to see his tiny baby one more time. "He was born today wasn't he?" Ezra asked. Arcann nodded his head trying not to scream in pain as he moved one of his legs an inch. He felt tears fill his eyes now. Had he seen him? Had he seen his son? Ezra sighed turning his head to look at the door behind them. "Hera, I think I found his dad!" Ezra yelled loudly. You could hear a loud scream of someone saying what. He could sense the panic in the next room over. Then very slowly Hera made her way out of the room holding the tiny baby to her chest. The tiny baby yawned a bit having suddenly calmed down. The second she took a steep forward he sensed it. Arcann just knew it was his son. As for the baby, he just began laughing having a warm, happy feeling wash over him. It was like he was being showered with sunlight all over again. Ezra helped the male to his feet as more blood ended up on the flor. Zeb had ran over to Kanan to see if he was alright while Sabine called the med bay assuming Kanan had a concussion. Hera panicked a bit seeing the blood before sitting the male on at the table saying to trying not to move or it was going to get worse. Eventually after she had stopped panicking she lowered the child down to the male's arms. His eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. "Take him. He's been missing you all day." She smiled. Arcann held his arms out for his son. Then a few seconds later, he was finally holding his son for the first time. He smiled looking down as the tiny creature began to fuss snuggling into his chest. Then a tiny toothless grin was on the babies face as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Hera watched with a smile as Arcann began grin from ear to ear. "Hi, baby. It's nice to finally meet you." Arcann laughed kissing his son's forehead. The tiny creature whined a bit opening his eyes to see a blurred image of his father before going back to sleep. Arcann laughed a bit more seeing his son. God he was perfect. His perfect little rebel. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~#~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Birth Gender: Male First Name: Braxton Middle name: Johnny Jr. Last name: Unknown Date of birth: June 16th **** Planet born on: Lothal Born: Force signatures lab weighs: 6 pounds 7 ounces Look as of birth:
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Mother: Arcann Ligero unknown last name Age: 18 Birthdate: August 20th **** Father: Unknown Age: Unknown Birthdate: Unknown Arcann smirked placing the birth certificate he was given to a chair to the left of him. He smiled as his eyes landed on his son. He began whining for his father causing the women holding him to laugh. "Aww. Do you wanna go see daddy?" She asked looking up. The baby whined again for an answer making Hera smirk. She handed the baby back to the male. God this little guy was to cute. Even for her. Arcann smiled taking his son back. "Hi Braxton. How's my little rebel?" He laughed kissing the baby on the head one last time.
