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Feb. 2nd, 2010 09:17 amGreen Lantern Stewart has approached me and expressed his intent to create a strike team to Thanagar, and bring Kommand'r to "justice." The Lantern thinks a jail can hold her, and while I can appreciate the sentiment, I doubt this journey will end in anything but death.
It will be hers or mine.
Twice before I have saved her against my better judgment - once on Okarraa, the other on a Psion ship. I had plenty of reason to wish her dead; six years of the most degrading slavery unimaginable to human minds, her arrogance causing the destruction of my people's adopted home, causing untold deaths, her tarnishing of the House And'r name with her criminal acts, and her "warning shot" against my little boy which led to the death of my husband.
Part of me has been waiting for this day, and part of me dreads it. Kommand'r has been half a galaxy away, out of reach, while I grieved alone for Hugo's death. My tears have dried, and my little Luum continues to thrive in Earth's sun, but I watch him so carefully, as he is all I have left of my husband. I also have the child of my soul and heart, Mar'i, who has returned from the Dream King's service so recently.
It is not for myself I do this. Hugo would not approve of me taking a life, even if it is that of my monstrous sister, but he no longer lives to restrain my hand and cool my anger. Ah, he was so good at it. His cooling influence and quiet nature live on in Luum.
If I were to fall in battle, I do not fear for my little boy. He has a large family at the Tower who will raise him, train him, and fuss over him. It would still be a hole missing from his heart, the same hole I see in Mar'i's that reminds me that I was not the one who carried her.
But it is for the sake of my children that this must be settled. Otherwise, she dangles like a sword above our heads.
It will be hers or mine.
Twice before I have saved her against my better judgment - once on Okarraa, the other on a Psion ship. I had plenty of reason to wish her dead; six years of the most degrading slavery unimaginable to human minds, her arrogance causing the destruction of my people's adopted home, causing untold deaths, her tarnishing of the House And'r name with her criminal acts, and her "warning shot" against my little boy which led to the death of my husband.
Part of me has been waiting for this day, and part of me dreads it. Kommand'r has been half a galaxy away, out of reach, while I grieved alone for Hugo's death. My tears have dried, and my little Luum continues to thrive in Earth's sun, but I watch him so carefully, as he is all I have left of my husband. I also have the child of my soul and heart, Mar'i, who has returned from the Dream King's service so recently.
It is not for myself I do this. Hugo would not approve of me taking a life, even if it is that of my monstrous sister, but he no longer lives to restrain my hand and cool my anger. Ah, he was so good at it. His cooling influence and quiet nature live on in Luum.
If I were to fall in battle, I do not fear for my little boy. He has a large family at the Tower who will raise him, train him, and fuss over him. It would still be a hole missing from his heart, the same hole I see in Mar'i's that reminds me that I was not the one who carried her.
But it is for the sake of my children that this must be settled. Otherwise, she dangles like a sword above our heads.
