The Private Life Of Darth Kitari Nox

The Flying Game

Since she'd decided to train her daughter, Darth Nox had encountered nothing but problems. Her daughter was just not Sithlike, in anyway shape or form. She was too...nice.

Still, Kitari Zalia-Revel-Kallig-Nox was nothing if not stubborn. She never gave up. Besides which, it was only yesterday that she began Avrria's training, the Dark Lady told herself as she slipped out of her bed and glanced down at the toddler resting against her husband Andronikos's leg. In spite of herself, she smiled. Her child may not be a terrifying, psychotic, potential Sith just yet, but she was adorable.

Sighing and pulling on her black dressing gown, she left her two dearest family members (not that she'd necessarily call them that aloud) to sleep, and left her bedroom.

Outside, she headed to the stairs, which led her to the dining room and kitchen. There, she found Ashara busily cooking up breakfast, a process which, despite it's trivial nature, was enough to reduce Khem Val to complaining, as the Dashade was standing and ranting at Ashara about how the 'vapid, tasteless, slush that was what Humanoid's these days called Nubian cuisine disgusted and offended his digestive system with it's mere presence.'

Kitty smirked. It was rather amusing to see a hugely powerful ancient Sith monster being so overdramatic about something as minor as what was on offer for breakfast.

Meanwhile, Xalek, Nox's actually Sith and not a toddler Apprentice, was informing Talos Drellik about Kaleesh artefacts.

Just an ordinary morning then, the Dark Lady shrugged as she took her place at the head of the breakfast table. A few moments later, Andronikos emerged, looking sleepy-eyed and mildly irritated, with a small, dark haired Sith clinging to his leg and wailing. "Uh, Sith, we have a problem. And it wants you." Was all the pirate would disclose before allowing his wife to scoop her daughter off his leg and stumbling back to bed.

The 'problem' instantly transferred her clinging to her mother, whining. "Mummy!" The infant Sith squealed. "Blanket fly!" She added in surprised and slightly scared tones.

"Blanket fly?" Kitty curiously enquired, frowning as she struggled to decode her daughter's words. Avrria merely nodded unhelpfully.

Kitty sighed. If no one was going to help her out, she was going to have to delve into the toddler's mind. Closing her eyes, the Sith concentrated. Mind reading wasn't exactly an easy Force ability, nor one she regularly practiced. But the mind of a child was easier, less protected. Especially her child's mind, made easier to access by their close bond.

Avrria didn't seem to notice, still babbling nonsensically at her mother. But Kitty was elsewhere, tracing over the thoughts of her daughter, rather than her words. The young girl's mind showed her what she needed to know, the scene in her bedroom a few minutes after she left. Avrria had felt the pull on the covers as her mother had moved them, and had reached for them again. The covers had risen into the air, hovering above the bed, and flown into the grip of the startled child at high speed, causing Avie to yelp and shake her father awake in alarm.

As she pulled back from her young daughter's mind, Lady Nox gave a small chuckle. "Avie, darling, that's not a problem."

Avrria tilted her head curiously at her. "But...Fly!" She complained again.

"I know. And it isn't really natural. But it's just the Force." Kitty tried to tell her. Her daughter's utterly bewildered face answered her. "Like mummy's powers. You know, what makes the nasty Hutt police not bother us anymore, even if daddy parked his speeder on that slug's tail." The Darth explained gently.

"I has magic?" Avrria asked, wide eyed.

Trying very hard not to be frustrated with her daughter, Kitty stifled a sigh. "That's what I've been trying to explain for the last 24 hours..." She groaned.

Following the revelation that she did in fact 'has magic', Avrria had been running around, making things fly. These objects included:

A datapad that had been left lying around

The breakfast of a rather disgruntled Talos

Her father's favourite blaster, which was what finally got Andronikos permanently out of bed and up to the table, where he sat cradling his blasters protectively and cursing the fact that he now had a not only mischievous but force sensitive daughter to deal with.

A bottle of wine that Kitty had put on a high shelf 'out of her reach', causing more entertainment for the Dark Lady's crew as they watched a six foot Dark Council Member chasing a flying wine bottle across the kitchen in her dressing gown.

It was after the wine incident that Kitty picked up her daughter and began trying to explain that her force powers weren't just for playing pranks and making things fly, along with the point of her attempted training.

However, even if you are a Darth, having a serious conversation with a three year old and expecting that to work is like telling an axe-wielding manic that killing you would be really rude and expecting him to listen. In a word, stupid.

The toddler frowned. "No wanna leccycoot people an' Sithie stuff. Want fly." She retorted.

Her mother paused, trying to figure out what she'd just said. Andronikos chose that moment to join the conversation, probably a very bad choice. "Sorry Sith, I'm with her on this. I love you and all that, but I don't want to be dealing with two Sith."

Now it was Kitty's turn to frown. "She's my heir. My force sensitive and very powerful heir. She'll be a good Sith one day." She paused, thinking back to Avrria's attitude on that subject. "...When she's older. The training can wait for now."

Andronikos looked slightly concerned. "And until then?" He asked nervously.

"Fly!" Avrria chipped in.

There was a unified groan from the entire crew as they realised the game of flying objects was far from over.