Darth Quahoir

 Faiyaz + Darth Quahoir

Seeing her father tell him she won’t live up to his standards. 

Reasoning that Darth Ciniath is right, confront her house

Guards seeing her insignia, gossip from other force users of House Zimri. Stepsister, Vaqiza doesn’t like Faiyaz calling her former mother’s gravesite a ‘dust hole.” 

Faiyaz ignited her sabers, as did Vaqiza. Darth Quahoir interrupted the charade. “My children.” He cut his eyes at Faiyaz. “Father” (High Sith), Faiyaz kneeled in a formal bow. 

Rise let me get a good look at you. Faiyaz smiled nervously at him. He looked into her golden hues. Cupping her face for a moment.

“Zisla, prepare a banquet for the return of my firstborn daughter.”

“Father, I’m not here to stay.”

“Nonsense, you’re my daughter, ki saka, Zisla, go now.”

“No, Zisla." Faiyaz held up a hand to the servant. "Wisosûta, I’m not staying here. I can’t uphold your honor as a Zimri. Rather, I choose to follow my own path.”

“Is that so? What path is that? Stealing from your own father? I knew that it was you all along. You’re as sloppy of a thief as your mother was as a wife to me. I’ve learned about your studies at this Odacai Saarai. Do not waste yet another Darth’s time.“

Faiyaz clenched her fist and tears fought to surpass her waterline. She looked at him pensively. “Darth Ciniath has not wasted her time on me. I’m- learning from her,” she stalled in her speech.

“You’ve always been ignorant. I’ve spent endless time, money, and research on you and you think you’re going to comply so easily. Ha! The thought of it is infuriating!” He pounded the table and continued, “You will crave my approval and after all, I don’t blame you but only your stepsister Vaqiza can achieve it. You, however, are only a blood descendant of House Zimri, a bastard child. I’m giving you the chance to redeem your errors and birthright yet you’re throwing it away. Stay here and live up to my expectations.”

Your expectations aren’t fair! Ever since my accident, you blame me for all of the things that happened. Mother never-”

Darth Quahoir's force choked her, “Never speak of that woman ever again!” He slammed her against the wall as the small dust and light rubble from the wall fell over her head and shoulders. 

Vaqiza smirked as she went to walk towards her, yet her father held out an arm to stop her. “Get up, Faiyaz! Now!” Faiyaz stood up and rubbed her back. She tried to retaliate via the force but nothing happened. Vaqiza blurted out in laughter at her. Darth Quahoir pointed to the exit and looked away from her. Faiyaz dusted herself off as gladly stormed towards the exit. She was used to this kind of treatment though.