Blade Ice! (closed)

[Blade Bacquin]

Blade looked around the all-white room that seemed to go on endlessly. He had no Idea where the hell he was, it was a strange place. He stopped as pedestal just appeared before him with a big red button on it. He stared at quizzically wondering what it was and why it had just appeared out of thin air. The sith master had seen many things but this, this was new. Last thing he remembered before appearing here was lying down to sleep after a battle with a biker gang.

Maybe this was some sort of mind game Darth Sokar was playing with him. Then again Blade wasn't sure if Sokar was even a real or just a pretender with delusions of grandeur. Spun around to see if anything else had appeared he came back around to the button. His jaw dropped a bit as he saw the person on that had just appeared on the other side of the button. It was him a younger version that looked like he had before coming into this universe.

"What the hell!"

[Blade Ice]

Blade looked at the man across from him with confusion. He then reached up with index and middle and pointed at his eyes.

"Nice eyes, but who the hell are you supposed to be."

He then looked around first at the red button between him and the other orange eyed man then around at the endless whiteness everywhere else. He had no clue where the hell he was the last thing he remembered was lying down for a few minutes shut eye on his ship.

"And where the hell am I kid?"

His common insult to just about everyone to show them that he thought they were inferior to him. He looked around once more at the endless white waiting for an answer from the other orange eyed freak in the room.

[Blade Bacquin]

"You should know who I am," He paused for just a moment before adding an insult of his own. "Kid!"

The younger versions of himself had such attitude it was a wonder any of them survived as long as they did. Judging by the look and mannerisms of this other him he would hazard a guess late TSE era early Dark Jedi period. Probably about the point when Vega turned his back on him and TSE dropped him flat on his ass.

"I would say I'm having a dream and you just happened to stroll in to remind me where I once came from. Don't worry you’re at a crossroads things will get worse but you will survive like we always do."

Spoken almost like a father figure he thought to himself as he looked at his younger.

[Blade Ice]

"We and you're having?" He raised one eye brow at the other fella. "Things get worse but we survive?"

Blade just shook his head he didn't know who the hell this guy thought he was.

"Listen pal I'm not you and you’re definitely not me. I mean come on where is the trench coat and the dashing good looks."

On top that this guy had no rebel attitude he talked more like he was someone's father then a Dark Lord of the sith. Not a scratch or scar on him so he also lacked the warrior mentality completely.

"And don't give me that crossroads bullshit. Until you have been with the same girl on and off again for several years each time getting your ass downgraded to a sex toy because she found some blonde bombshell to shack up with. I mean seriously what would you know of life getting worse you don't even look like you have been in a single fight."

[Blade Bacquin]

The woman reference didn't make any sense it didn't fit into any line of events he remembered. Heh the dream must be playing tricks on him throwing in events he might have seen on holovid soap or something. Those soaps always had way too much drama but they were like a train wreck it was hard not to watch.

"The trench coat was burned as a sign of me letting go of the past. Plus this hooded jacket fits the new body better anyway."

He figured since he was dreaming he might as well answer his younger's questions. Nothing wrong with taking a little trip down memory road for old time sake even it might be mixed with old Holovid soaps he saw.

"I know bit about life getting worse. Got angering at my master Dalethria left made up with Vega if did the blood ritual of brotherhood with him. Then I came back to Dalethria after some time to think and finding my daughter just to be sucked into a vortex and end up in whole new universe where the rebel's never defeated the empire.

I mean it's not all bad I met girl Aria who became my master. I fell in love with her an....."

He stopped unable to continue.

[Blade Ice]

"And let me guess she traded you in for blonde?" He quipped with a bit of a bitter tone and a cocky smile on his face.

"Can't believe you would have made peace with that smelly dog. I mean lupines really do smell terrible."

That was a sure sign this guy was not him making peace with Vega was not even on his list of things to do before the next life. However the falling in love with the master part sounded close to reasonable for something he might do. Also getting anger at Dalethria you could check that on the list several times over already.

"Aria sounds like such a boring name."

[Blade Bacquin]

"She died." He finished his statement after the little boys rant about meaningless crap.

Was he really that smug and arrogant at such a young age. Hell he almost wanted to strangle himself.

[Blade Ice]

"Sorry to hear that."

The conversation went silent at that point as blade began to look around at the white landscape some more. He really didn't seem to care what this supposed other self's life turned out like. He had his problems to worry about not some poor saps dead girlfriend. It wasn't like he killed her or anything.

"So yeah how long do think this dream is going to last?"

[Darth Sokar]

A booming voice came from one side of the whiteness as both mean turned to its voice they saw a man in ornamental sith battle mask with a cloak cover the rest of his head. He sat behind podium with a gavel in his black gloved hand.

"Let be known to both parties this is the final judgment of Bladious Bacquin. His fate will be sealed upon the courts decision this day."

The orange eyes inside the mask stared down at both the Blades who looked up at him. One seemed outraged and the other more accepting of whatever befell him this day.

[Blade Bacquin]

"Sokarrrrr..."

He growled under his breath at the man who sat behind the podium. Whatever this trick this man had not right to put judgment onto him not even the younger him. Sokar was festering swore that needed to be popped, who the hell did he think he was.

"I do not take judgment from you; you are my lesser no equal or better. Whatever this trick of yours is I suggest you end it now."

[Blade Ice]

Blade looked at the supposed other him and laughed a bit because in that moment he saw just a glimmer of who he was. That rage at those who thought they were in authority when they really were not. That distain for people who thought they were better than everyone else. Just in that briefest of moment's he saw himself.

"Know this guy do you?"

He pointed up at the one the supposed other him was growling at. He obviously didn't like the guy in the fancy mask. He almost cared what the issue was but then again there was this thing about judgment being handed down to that sort of preoccupied his thoughts.

"So um guy in the mask is this judgment thing going to take long? I mean I got place to go and people to kill."

[Darth Sokar]

The Judge stared at the first Blade his orange eyes piercing right through the man of Ice.

"You will Take Judgment from me I am not this Sokar you speak of but perhaps he will be one of those that testify against you."

The Judge then looked to the other Blade the one who seemed bored by it all. To the Judge he was nothing but miscreant piss ant here to face his fate much like his other self.

"You have no other place to be now both of you be quite in my court room!"

His voice boomed with those final words.

[Blade Bacquin]

The booming voice did nothing to deter him he knew the ins and outs of illusions. He knew how they worked and how to break them he was master of the art after all. He closed his eyes and began chanting slowly and methodically. In his mind he saw the Illusion slowly ripping apart and shattering into pieces.

[Blade Ice]

"Are you kidd..."

He stopped as looked over at his supposed other self with a quizzical look of what the hell are doing. The other self was chanting something in sith almost as if he was casting some spell. He tried to concentrate on the words to try and make sense of what the other guy was doing but it all seemed to be gibberish.

"Just a moment ago we were discussing who had the crappier life. He wins he has clearly gone bat shit insane." He looked up at the Judge with a smile on his face. "Sorry for talking but truth be told this guy is mumbling non-sense you should just judge him now as clinically nuts and let me go home."

[Darth Sokar]

The Judge looked down at both the Blades then slammed his gavel down on the podium. The sharp sound snapped both Blades’ to attention looked straight up at the masked figure. Their voices stripped from them for the moment. The Judge glared down at them both if they could only see the stern look he was giving to them behind the mask.

"You will not make a mockery of this court. This is no illusion but your true fate being decided here. If the jury decides you unworthy you will be erased from existence and nothing of your pathetic lives will have happened. If the vote is split you will get a new chance at new life but your past selves will have never existed. If the vote is in your favor then you will be allowed to return to your lives as they were."

He gave silence for a moment as he stared both men down equally. He was deciding who the first witness should be. Maybe a man whom both men knew in there lives a Jedi who had been a friend to both.

"The first witness to your lives will be one Jackson Mcgraves."

[Jackson Mcgraves]

Jackson appeared in the front middle of both men so they could both see him equally. He looked up behind him to see a man in an ornate sith mask then back at both men. Both where familiar to him or at least an older version of himself from different time and place. Yet for some reason he could touch those memories and recount them as if they were his own.

"Blade." he turned his head to the other one. "And blade."

"It's been a long time old friend erm..." he was lost in the moment. "Friends I mean."

He was little confused he didn't know what to say or why exactly he was here. Last thing the newer him remembered was being on roof with a crazy man with delusions of the future. The older him the one who actually recognized these two men remembered being one with the force. He wasn't sure who the man in the mask in either case.

"This is a little weird why I am here?"

[Darth Sokar]

"You are here to speak for against these men."

The judge looked down at Jackson who was once again looking up at him.

"Once you have spoken each will get a chance to cross examine you if they wish and then you will be return to your time and place. You will have no memory of these events afterwards it will be like you never left."

The judge looked to both the men being held silent by his power over them.

"So say your piece Jackson."

[Jackson Mcgraves]

Jackson looked both men over after hearing what the mask man had to say. He reverted to his older self in train of thought since he was the one who knew them. Again he continued to stare at them as he tried to figure them both out then it struck him.

"You two are one in the same only split by time because two different choices were made."

He now saw a clearer picture of these two men much like Blade himself the older Jackson was an observer of the nature of beings. He could read and anticipate their reactions and next move quicker than most. Unlike either of the Blade's present he didn't use such a tactic for war or combat he just found life interesting when he was alive. He liked all the many situations people got themselves into and like watching how they got out or fixed them.

"I knew Blade Ice long ago, he was man with no memory of who he was or what he was. He was hired to kill me by a hutt working for my brother. I anticipated an assassin was coming to kill and so I set a trap."

He smiled as he remembered his first meeting with Blade. The young man was so belligerent and stubborn. He had seen something in the man but the anger and a rage that needed to be tamed. A rebellious streak that spanned thousands of lifetimes. Jackson had known what the man was from the moment he met him.

"The trapped work and caught the man." He paused for a second or two. "Or rather men before there two times split and they were still one."

"I set out to train them after some long belligerent dialog to convince them not to kill me and instead follow my teachings. I was not a Jedi in the traditional sense I believed in abstinence from the force. That one was to learn it but there responsibility was not use it except in extreme circumstances."

It was his down fall from the Jedi order because his beliefs and unwillingness to use it for war made him a rebel of the order. He knew the long standing history of the Jedi and there blood shed despite the fact they promoted themselves as peacekeeper organization.

"I taught him my ways and of the great potential in him but there was just too much rage and anger in him. It was driven by him not knowing who he really was. One day my brother came to kill me Blade tried to intervene but was taken down. My brother got to me but he left Blade alive and as Blade ran to me I whispered my final words to him. I told him to seek out the sith and gave him a location of where they could be located."

He hesitated for a bit not sure if he wanted to revel the last part something he had never told Blade that night. He looked up at the man mask who just nodded to him to go forward with the rest. So reluctantly he spoke the words of why he had sent Blade to the sith in the first place.

"My hope was that the sith would know what he was and destroy him. It would seem they failed."

[Blade Bacquin]

The hold over him dropped but there was a stern command in his head to stick to what was in front of him not what was on the podium. He tried to look up at the man he thought was Sokar and scream at him. Yet his head would not turn and nothing came out as he tried. He growled low under his breath. He wanted to fight this thing illusion or whatever it was but he couldn't it was too strong for him.

"I guess I will play along." He snarled.

He looked the man Jackson over he knew this man but a much older looking version of him. At first he thought about saying nothing to the man not even dignifying this man with a question. If he was the Jackson he knew then screw the old coot and wanting him dead. The old man was failure in life and death if this was indeed him.

"Why did you want the sith to kill me? Why couldn’t you do it yourself you pathetic piece of garbage?"

[Jackson Mcgraves]

He looked at the first Blade with a curious look. He would have thought his old student would be smart then this. He thought Blade would have realized that at his Jackson was a Jedi but would not kill yet knew evil when he saw it. He couldn't Kill Blade it was against his nature but the sith had no such moral guide as he did.

"Because I said I saw you for what you were from the day I met you. I tried to teach you the right way but it didn't seem to work, you were still guided by your rage."

He tone was not one of anger but one of sympathy. He saw the darkness in Blade and he knew it would consume the man and destroy his life. He had sent him to sith in hope of mercy killing not out of anger or spite. He knew Blade's life would be painful, full of regrets, misfortune, and loss.

"The sith decided to use you rather then destroy you. But I ask you do you have any regrets?"

[Blade Bacquin]

Blade went silent as the last question left Jackson lips. Rage welled up but there was more to it. He wasn't angry at this man before him. He was mad at himself the one person he could never beat or kill. Those words of "Do you have any regrets?" rang in his head over and over. He had so many that he had left locked away in the back his mind and now they all came flooding back to him.

He could have done this or that differently and maybe his life would be in a better place. Maybe if he had done this or that he could have everything he ever wanted. Just maybe he wouldn't have forgotten who he was in the first place had things been different. Maybe Aria would be with him or maybe he would with his master Dalethria who gave him a place to call home training his daughter Tegan. Then again maybe him and the other Blade never would have diverged down two different paths and he would be who originally was supposed to be.

"That's all the questions I have." He nodded to Jackson but his thoughts where on the what ifs then the situation at hand.

[Blade Ice]

As the other pseudo Blade was once again frozen in place the real deal as he thought of himself unfroze from the grip over him. He didn't even attempt to look up at the masked man he had decided to play this game while the other Blade was speaking. His thoughts to where on regrets but he had dwelled on them so much before that it was really nothing new to him.

Unlike the other Blade he blamed his regrets on the other those who defaced his name and legacy. His only real regret not killing ever single bastard that conspired to ruin him. Then again he still had time to accomplish that so long as the jury didn't vote him out of existence. Then why would they do that he was a charming guy with so much to offer the worlds. So he stared at Jackson with his cocky grin.

"Unlike the excuse for me over there I will not dwell on my regrets until I need the rage to fight a real threat."

He continued to stare Jackson up and down.

"You look well for a dead man Jackson I got to say, death suits you, you look more alive than when you were alive. I just have one question how long did it take you bleed out after I left?"

[Jackson Mcgraves]

"You hide your disdain and hate behind jokes and cockiness."

Jackson saw this other Blade as man more in constant pain then the other. The other had regrets but this one used those regrets and turned them into pain to fuel his rage. He could tell deep down this man was hurting for because something had struck him deep at his core. Something or someone had torn this man apart and made him into something he despised even more then had before. Jackson didn't know what it was but he had seen destroyed men before they would hide what they really felt behind jokes and arrogance.

Destroyed men where the most dangerous because they had nothing to loss and would take gambles on their lives and others. The destruction they could cause didn't bother them because they had already lost anything mattered to them. Although people with nothing where easy to read their rage was unpredictable.

"What was taken from you or was lost to you to make you such as you are?"

[Blade Ice]

"Heh pathetic."

He stared at the man hard he wasn't going to play this mind game of words with some dead old guy in child’s body. Yet it ate at him as if the man could read him deeper than he could read himself.

"To answer you I took a gamble on forgiveness and promises all things Jedi believe in. I took a chance on love something all Jedi look forward to and got burned."

He tone witch had been somewhat cheery to that point turned to anger and bitterness. He let his weakness show openly for the first time in a while the part he wished he could cut out of himself. The part of him that was formed or molded by himself but outside forces he could not control. Outside forces who destroy who and what he stood for.

"I had everything and I gave everything!" He screamed at Jackson. "I opened myself I let someone get close. I let the anger and rage fade."

Tears began to flow from his eyes as he screamed at the man who had told him once that these where all good things. These where things to look forward to and that they could heal all wounds. But the wounds left behind cut deeper than the old ones that had healed.

"I wasn't good enough for her and so she destroyed me leaving me smoldering mess of something I don't want to be. Yet what I hate myself most for is the fact that I still love her. If this Judgment erases me from existence it will be doing me a favor in all honest."

His anger allowed him to fit the force holding him in one direction and he managed to look up at the masked figure. With his lips quivering. Tears rolling down his face, and rage filled eyes he screamed at the masked man.

"Send him away I'm done!"

[Darth Sokar]

With that word said Jackson was gone both men put back in there holding positions. One dwelling on the what if's and the other caught up in his own rage of taking a chance. Both men who once where the same person molded by different choices made in life forming into to separate beings. Both shattered by their fates both men chose love one felt loss because of it and the other got burned.

"I call the next witness Tegan Bacquin to testify."

[Tegan Bacquin]

Before the two men a young woman appeared. She stared at them both as cocky grin resembling Blade's own appeared on her face. Her personality split between two different versions of herself each knowing the two blade's very differently.

One of the Tegan's despised the Blade she knew the father that abandoned her and never cared to look for her. A man she wanted to see dead at her feet bleeding out. The other tegan knew a very different Blade a man who came in search of her when he realized she was still alive. A man who lost his faith but could become the man he was once again.

They in the same body looked up at the masked man on the podium. Their response was pretty much the same for both voices.

"What the hell is this?"

[Darth Sokar]

The judge looked down at the woman who was the spitting image of her father in attitude. It didn't matter which one cause deep down both Blade's where the same man from the same beginnings. Even if they acted different now that was more do to the social statuses but at their base nature they were the same.

"You are here to judge your father. Each of you will be given a chance to express your feelings about the man who is your father. You will tell them how they shaped you and made you what you are."

He looked at both the Blade's he then pointed at the one designated Blade Bacquin for the process of this hearing. He allowed the Tegan he knew as his daughter to come forth and speak for or against the man.

"He will afterwards have a chance to cross examine you if he wishes."

[Tegan Bacquin]

The first Tegan moved her sights to the Blade that was her father. Slowly she approached the man and reached up and touched his cheek. This man was an inspiration to her someone she wanted to live up to and never let down but she saw he had lost his way. Her hand drifted away as she began to speak.

"This man had lived for thousands of years and in those thousands of years he only ever had one true family. That family came from his first life; he had a wife and daughter. He had been adopted into the family of a chieftain and had family there a father, mother, and two brothers."

Tegan new the story as her father had told her because it had all come crashing down the day she was born. In a way she thought of herself as a bad omen on Blade's life, even though her father never thought that.

"One of his brother's grew jealous of him as he saw his adoptive brother rise to prominence in the tribe. He saw the Blade was destined to inherit the tribe one who wasn't a true blood. So on the night I was born he slit my mother’s throat and sold me to another tribe. The rest of the tribe knowing his treachery still covered it up and told Blade his wife and child died in birth."

The story of her birth one of bloodshed that lead to more bloodshed that would lead to Blade's life of self-destruction and passion for war. Tegan was born in blood and in a way her father’s real life started in that same blood.

"He uncovered the lies and slaughtered all of the elders of the tribe that covered it up along with his brother. He took up the station of chieftain and with his other brother set out to defeat the army of the old sith empire. Together him and his brother joined several of the tribes together and took the old sith to retreat. On the eve of one of the biggest battles Blade and his brother stood on a hill looking down on the battle field scattered with many bodies from both armies.

Blade's brother turned to Blade and saw the bloodlust in his eyes and realized his rage and pain would not end in the defeat of the sith. So Blade's brother looking down on the battlefield with Blade turned to him and with a flick of his wrist stabbed Blade in the chest. My father looked up at his brother and asked why and he said onto my father this has to end somewhere."

That was the first time Blade would be reborn and one of the few times with memories of who he really was. It was weird to Tegan that Blade suffered like that in some lives forgetting everything and in others remembering too much for his own good. She never suffered from that in her many lives but then she wasn't a pure blood of whatever Blade was.

"My father was reborn into a body of one the almost dead sith soldiers. Confused at first he wandered back to the sith camp but he soon realized he was giving a second chance. Knowing the tactics of his brother he countered everything the tribe through at the sith army. He rose quickly through the ranks of the sith army and defeated every single tribe on the planet except one. He ordered it be left in peace and that tribe was the one I was sold too."

She smiled lightly at the thought that her father managed in that moment to control his blood lust and not wipe that final tribe from the face of the planet.

"He knew I was part of that tribe and knew with him I would never have a relatively normal life. He did not at that point know I shared his curse of many lives. Heck at that time he thought it had been an omen for him a second chance, he was not aware it would plague him forever. He later came to find that I was like him and he saved me from some hutt slavers that had scientist lined up to dissect me."

That day was the day Blade had become her true hero, it was the first time the man shot lighting from his hands. Out of pure rage he slayed all those that had laid hand on her. From those that raped her to those that fed her not single person was left standing in the auction house.

"What can I say about this man he saved me, he wanted me to survive and live normally. When he realized I was like him set out to train me as his legacy. I was the only family he had and he was the only family I had. We were separated again but I went in search of him to find he lost his warrior way and since I have been trying to secretly bring him back to the man he once was. So now let him question me if he wishes it wrong to hold a free man in bonds like this."

[Blade Bacquin]

He was freed from the hold over him his thoughts of regrets quickly faded the moment he saw Tegan. The one thing he did not regret in all the universes and lives. In a way she was his constant the one thing that could drag him from even the deepest darkest hole he put himself in. Except in his current life he didn't have her and Aria had taken her place as the one thing that could pull him from self-destruction. Yet for the last year he had neither only his regrets, hate, and rage. Seeing her here, and hearing her say she came looking for him lifted him up.

"You came looking for me?" gulped back a small lump in his throat. "You found me but why didn't you reveal yourself?"

[Tegan Bacquin]

"I did in a way reveal myself to you."

She pointed up at the man in the mask of Sokar. Not the Judge but the person behind the real Sokar mask was her. She had played the part of the villain to spark the warrior and rebel in her father. She knew it would be a dangerous game but he need to be elevated from his stagnancy.

"I came looking for you to see you had traded in your ways of adventure and excitement. You turn to running, hiding, and playing house with something that claimed to be a sith master. She was so afraid of her own shadow unwilling to do anything that might compromise here ability to pretend like she didn't exist."

Tegan did not like Aria, she saw her as a pretender. A master of the art with no true idea of what it meant to be sith. The woman didn't even strive for power all she seemed to want was complacency to grow fat and lazy. Even sith that struck from the shadows playing chest games had more fun than that thing her father had taken a liking too. Tegan like her father was the heads on kind but saw the value of playing chess with an opponent but to her Aria did not have concept of either way. Aria was not a sith she was nothing with allot of power in Tegan's mind.

"She made you weak Blade and I had to put a stop to that."

[Blade Bacquin]

Pure shock came over Blade's face at the revelation that his own flesh and blood had taken from him that which mattered. Tegan had played the part of the man he wanted to strangle to death for ruining him. As he thought on it he had no words to convey what he was feeling.

His own flesh destroyed him took Aria from him. His own flesh forced him to play a game of domination over a planet. His own daughter took and held her half sibling hostage. There was rage but he couldn't take it out on Tegan because she was his child. She was his Family something he had so little of in all his lives. He stumbled on his words as he dared to ask his next question.

"So y...you." He didn't want to say his daughter couldn't have done this to him. "Y...you killed A...Aria?"

[Tegan Bacquin]

"No."

She spoke almost with uncaring tone as she answered her father’s questions. She had not killed the thing in question. Even though she had been half tempted to when she kidnapped that abomination that was supposed to be her little sister. Tegan felt no kinship to it because it was came from the womb of something she viewed as inferior.

"Your plaything is very much alive. Not likely she will come out of her safe little hiding whole to search for you or her child though. She is content at remaining in hiding no matter the circumstances. I mean seriously don't you think if she really cared she would have come out and sought vengeance on those that stole her daughter. You sought vengeance on those that took me from you. You were and maybe still are willing to seek vengeance on those that separated you from her and your abomination."

Tegan didn't think Aria would ever show her face again because most people had instinct to protect their children and loved ones but Aria seemed to lack any sort of drive at all. In fact if Aria did show her face again Tegan would gladly allow her a chance at vengeance because the act of just showing face would be enough to prove Aria might actually have a sith instinct and drive.

"I gave you the drive father and I gave it her too. Yet you are the only one who came out of hiding fighting. She does not have what it takes to be a part of this family but maybe with the right training and enough beating your hell spawn between with her could be shown the right path."

[Blade Bacquin]

Blade had long argued with Aria over the running and hiding thing to a no win situation. He himself had given up and given into what Aria wanted. Yet unlike Tegan he did not see her as just something. He thought of Aria as sith but one of faith not war like him. Their views on the force would always be different and at times very contrast to each other.

Yet it was those differences that made him fall for her in the first place. He could never see the force alone the way she did no matter how hard he tried. Yet through her he could see it the force as so much more than just a tool. He may never be one with the force but through her he could touch it feel it, feel for moment what mortals felt when they slowly became one with it in age.

"That abomination as you say it is your sister. That thing as you call her is Aria my wife in a sense. Do not assume she won't come hunting for you there is warrior in her. She is a sith like one of us, she just lead a very different life than either of us. It may take her sometime but she will come and my daughter her fury will be more than anything you have faced before."

He felt sorry for his daughter Tegan because she couldn't see what he did in Aria. There was in relief in knowing Aria was indeed alive and out there somewhere probably searching.

"You are my blood and I will bring you no harm and will try not to let others bring you harm but I doubt even I will be able stay Aria hand when your Judgment comes. What you have done is very foolish child."

[Tegan Bacquin]

"The so be it, if she comes I will enjoy it even if I take my last breathe because of it. If she shows she will have proven herself worthy."

With that she nodded to the mask Judge who put blade back in his holding position. She didn't like the thought of man with his will being put in bonds like that but there was nothing more for them to discuss. He had made his choice he wanted Aria. With that her twin mind shifted the other Tegan.

The other Tegan awoke with a very mischievous look on her face. It was a cruel and twisted look as she looked at both the Blade's. This was better than Christmas to her two versions of the man she despised and wanted to kill. They were both at her whim to being held in place by the benevolent being in the mask. A squeak of joy came out of her lips just then.

"Oh this is just so thrilling, I thank you mister masked man. This the best present any man has ever given me."

She stepped to the other Tegans father first standing up on her tip toes to look into his eyes. She then reached up with one of her pointed finger nailed fingers and pushed it into the man’s forehead just enough to cause a slight bit of pain. She noted the man wanted to grimace but was unable to due to the force bonds on him.

"Aren't you such a sweat man your daughter loves you. She wants you to strive to be the man you were meant to be. A bastard child abandoner that's all you are and ever will be. She see's such a twisted version of events."

She pulled her finger away and turned to the other Blade the one that was supposed to be her father in event of timelines. However she never saw the man as father or a real man for that matter. She saw him as self-absorbed piss ant more worried about what his next family would be like then caring about the family he left behind.

"As I see he choose not destroy the village not for my benefit but for his own. He was weak he couldn't even destroy one of his many mistakes and so instead of owning up or destroying he just left it. Abandoned so he could go about doing what he wanted and unlike this other thing."

She pointed back to the other Blade.

"He never cared to look for his past. Oh but how he would sulk over cry over being scorned by a woman who looked like my mother."

She fained a pout at the one that was her sperm donor.

"Boo hoo Dalethria didn't want you. She made a promise to you each and every time and you came crawling back because you were so pussy whipped. Then like any descent sith should do she flushed you down the shitter when she found something better."

A cruel cackle came out after that.

"Honestly she should have just left you there the first time but I guess she just needed something to fill the time till anything better came along. I thought it was great how all your sith allies would laugh at you and called you nothing but her plaything. You became nothing more than a pathetic joke all because you where to dumb to walk away."

Again she cackled at her own insults at this excuse before her eyes.

"You got played by someone who could never love you. No one could love you your just some poor sap that fell for a woman who was far too good for you and she knew it. You are the punch line to the lamest joke anyone has ever heard and disappoints me that you are even in the same gene pool as me. Let the shit talk if he wishes judge but I suggest if really want to judge him you should bring Dalethria before him I'm sure she could make a great case for his worthlessness that would make you vape him from existence without a second thought."

[Blade Ice]

He dropped out of the bonds that were holding him unlike the other Blade he wasn't so shocked by the appearance of his daughter. Her miss placed anger didn't surprise him either truth be it he had thought she lived a mortal life and passed away just like everyone else in his life. As for her comments about Dalethria those cut deep but those wounds where all the way to the bone already.

He knew Dalethria had left him a broken man and didn't seem to care. He knew she only used him when she had no other shoulder to rest her head on. Other than that he was nothing to her a toy to put in the closet when company or something better came along. He had heard it all it was no secret that is all she ever really thought of him because to many people choose use that to define who he was.

"You have figured it all out kid. I mean why do you think I left the sith in the first place? Why do you think I sent my one apprentice packing?"

He didn't even wait for her to answer before he answered the questions for her.

"Because what Dalethria portrayed me as to everyone else is all I would ever be seen as. She was on the council and none of them would ever rebel against them like I would they were sheep. So whatever Dalethria said or believed I was, was law? No one would step in and tell them otherwise because she made it so."

He did not deny that Dalethria had ruined him and judged without ever giving him a chance but he loved her despite how much he wanted to kill her. She was his weakness a part of him he wished would die more than anything else. If she had never played with his life he would have been far better off but that was just it he was at much at fault for the choices made.

"I left because I had nothing left, I was turned into nothing. That which I respected, that which I loved, and that which I trusted more than anything or anyone is what destroyed me. In my time of need she turned her back on me and out stretched her hand to someone else that was floundering. She left me starve and die. No matter how much I begged and pleaded for hand her gaze never again turned my way."

It was weird but Blade could be a bit poetic in the drama department when needed. That and since tears had already flown from his face in an early rage he could add that extra level sadness to his message.

"I learned only one lesson from her in her years as my master. Don't give your loyalty to anyone but yourself. I should have left her to die in starve and die in her own self-pity the day I met her. Yet I didn't and that was my mistake so I deserved everything I got and doubt she would say any different. So bring her forth to Judge me if she so wish, she already condemned me once she can't hurt me more than she already has."

He looked up at the judged his eyes still full of tears.

"I'm done her nothing I could say would convince my daughter that I did indeed care about her. Nothing I say can prove that I'm very glad to know she is alive. That at least I didn't fail at everything because she is proof of one successful accomplishments in my life full of failures."