Unwanted

Summary: About the mother of Mitth'raw'nuruodo. Meant to be a oneshot but if you like I could add more chapters later.

Rated: PG-13 for topics of abortion, implied sexual situations, etc. Not suitable for small children.


Risa Nuruodo studied her profile in the convex mirror. She was a beautiful Chiss, her blue-black hair spilling past her shoulders in rolling curls, her elegant figure like a fragile flower. Her eyes were exquisitely shaped like those of the wild felines of Shiveron, framed in thick black lashes. Her mouth was luscious yet dominating, set beneath a petite nose.

Her lip curled downward as she stared at the one anomaly in her figure, which was slightest protrusion of her lower abdomen due to her pregnancy.

She had told Ra’sskan, her secret lover, that if she became pregnant out of their physical joining her prestigious family would shun her and the place she was striving for in society would forever be misplaced. But it seemed Ra’sskan had barely tried to halt their antics to produce a baby.

Risa lived in a prestigious family, filled with noble values concerning what was proper. What would they say once she knew she had not only slept with a man, but an officer of the Chiss Defense Fleet and was carrying his child?

She slipped back on her dark green to black garments of femininity, sweeping her flowing hair back and pinning it down with several silver pins. A blue foot reached out of habit for the steel black heels she wore around social events. She knew what she had to do. With the prospect of an uncertain future and being shunned by her immediate family, she would have to schedule for an abortion. It seemed to be the only right coarse at the moment and no one would have to know she had even become pregnant with the monster.

Risa clicked the red switch by the spherical door. It rolled diagonally in silence.

“Risa Nuruodo,” she heard an all too familiar voice say. Ra’sskan. How convenient that he had come all the way to see her during the Gathering. Now all around would begin to have thoughts going toward the fact they were a couple and yet not together by ceremony.

She allowed herself to have no expression, merely bowed, and said in a polite voice, “My greetings, Commander Ra’sskan of the Defense Fleet! I am glad that you are here. Come, please allow me to show you to the refreshment facilities.”

“What is wrong, beloved of my heart?” Ra’sskan asked, his brows lifting in a show of slightest concern. His handsome face was otherwise unclouded by any unnessecary emotions.

“Please come, Commander Ra’sskan, let us retire in privacy so that I may give you my gift as a token of our comradeship.”

She gave another slight bow of the head and waited for Ra’sskan to lead her to a section of the immense dwelling with very few Chiss, and those few were scattered abroad.

Once in private, though slight, she allowed her cool aloofness dissipate.

She was torn between lunging into Ra’sskan’s arms and drinking in his deep, intoxicating kisses, and clawing his handsome face with her nails. She did neither.

“’Beloved of my heart’?” she repeated in a low, acidic tone. “Tell me, since when does the commander of the CDF decide to proclaim his love in public?”

Ra’sskan reached up a blue hand in a motion to tenderly caress her face. Her hand halted its journey and she glared up at him through black lashes.

Her lips twitched upwards into a semblance of a bitter smile.

“Thanks to our joining I am pregnant with your child. Which, in regard to that subject, I shall be scheduling for an abortion,” she whispered coolly.

Ra’sskan’s hands gripped her shoulder, his body pinning her with gentleness against the intertwining pillar, his eyes blazing red.

“You will not have an abortion. I will retire from the CDF and we will become lifemates by ceremony. This child is ours and something precious.”

“You fail to understand what I am telling you. This thing will cause my life to be ruined and it will come between you and I in our love for each other.” Risa released a measured sigh. “There is a certain thing called sacrifice. You know this. You put yourself on the line to defend the virtues and freedoms of our kind. And it is our child we must sacrifice to ensure that our relationship together remains unchanged.”

“My lady, there are things that one must not sacrifice. Children is”—

“And I suppose sending men, young men, to battle is much different?” Risa murmered.

“The men you speak of had a choice in the matter; our child does not.”

“What is the difference between sending young men off into battle to spill blood at the defence of the Chiss and having an abortion for the freedom of one individual?”

Ra’sskan’s eyes narrowed into neat red slits.

“You don’t know what you speak of, Risa,” he said. “You would rather sacrifice something precious our joining has created in order to remain a part of your family. If you consider aborting, I will not only let your family know, but I will allow our relationship to end.”

Risa slapped him hard across the face, making sure her nails left furrows, cool anger becoming a heated fire. How dare he say such things? How dare he?

She watched in morbid satisfaction at the blood that trickled from the cuts.

“You are unique from the other women, Risa. You have been endowed with more spirit, yet that same spirit is what misguides your actions,” Ra’sskan said in a gentler tone, reaching into his belt to put medicine on the scratches. Then he lowered his head and caught Risa’s lips with his in a deep, enticing kiss, turning her into a melting pool of blue.

“Please…not here,” she whispered, but even as she said it her hands were acting as though they had a mind of their own. They caressed his chest, danced over his back, traced his familiar face and the fresh scratches.

“Remember what I said, Risa. I truly meant it. This child means a lot to me,” he said, his warm breath making heat rush to her ears, causing a pleasure filled shiver to run down her body. He kissed her again, making her feel warm and vulnerable, and then abruptly released her and walked away.

Risa, breathless, leaned against the pillar.

Perhaps this would be the best course. Even if she was shunned by family, she would still have Ra’sskan. She would suffer the pregnancy and giving birth to the bothersome leech in order to make him happy, in order to have him always in her arms and heart through the years together.

Lifemate. She was to become his lifemate.

Eight months later…

Risa Nuruodo groaned on the birthing bed, her blue fingers drained of blood clinging tightly to the metal framework. Anguish filled her. She and Ra’sskan had become lifemates but ironically she had just heard news that he had been killed from a speeder crash! Now she would be chained forever to this child! And, of course, now it was too late to abort her pregnancy. The gods of Fate seemed to be laughing at her.

It seemed she had been on this wretched medical bed for an eternity, her muscles contracting and constricting. The pain was intense and only a shot of strongly based anesthetics could sooth it.

“My lady, you can do it,” a voice said.

Why can’t they remain quiet?

She groaned as a wet, slick body slid from her orifice and was picked up in a pair of gloved hands. Her ears picked up the terrible sound of that creature wailing, a pathetic sound. It was that thing that she must live for, that thing that she must care for!

It was fitting that she would give birth to It on Csilla, on the frozen wasteland of a planet.

“It is a male,” someone proclaimed in a clear voice.

Someone, perhaps the same person who had run a diagnostic check up on the infant, placed it on the mother’s stomach. At one glance of the ugly, wrinkled face, squinty red eyes, and purplish blue body, Risa wondered how she could ever love such a creature. It peered at her with curiosity, and then, as though knowing her indifference toward it, began to bawl.

“He’s hungry,” the same someone who had spoken before said.

As if I had not known that before, Risa thought contemptuously, but said nothing on that matter. She lifted her hospital gown to bare her full, milk filled blue breasts.

The baby continued to make that annoying, pathetic squalling up until she placed a nipple into its mouth. Once its voracious hunger was being satisfied, it became placated and silent.

A nurse asked her what she wanted to name the child.

What should I name this thing? All things have a name, whether it be a tree or a rock. At least I should give It a name.

A name came at the tip of her tongue, flowed in the back of her mind. Something that spoke of the child’s wretchedness.

"Thrawn."