Mikkian Seer (Character Profile)

Every Mikkian is as diverse in color and head tails as our world’s many biomes. Each one of us is an individual snowflake, or sand sculpture. I see the world the Order ripped from my mother. I see the paths her parents' feet took across the grasslands and mountains and oceans.

I see my mother. I see her devotion to the Order, the fling that saw me produced, and her determination to entrust me to her people and avoid me as much as possible.

I see the moment the silent droid midwife put me, already soundless and bright-eyed, into her arms. The matching blues of our skin as she stroked my face. Her fingers drifted over stubby head tails that were the same type and texture as her own. I laughed, although I cannot hear it. Her impossible duplicate. Her daughter.

I intrude on that memory often because it softens her absences. She can’t be with me always—answering my questions, bathing me in her soft, anxious love. It’s me, and the droids.

And the crowds. I feel the dark heart of Coruscant within me always, and it empowers my mind and lets me roam in sleep. Perhaps I should tell Mother where her precious temple sits, that keeping me close so that she can peek in without too much difficulty during her duties fills me with the font. That I need no holocron to learn things. That I know what a holocron is.

Mother has not taught me about the Force or the Order or the Sith. When I ask the droids about these things, they ignore me. Forbidden,  as though it is the black language I hear while sleepwalking. I should tell her about these things; she loves me so much. And I love her, but not enough to betray the truth. To be locked somewhere else where her duplicity can be safely hidden, where I will truly be locked away.

Each time she leaves for this trial or this duty I wonder if she will be back. I have seen her death at the end of a red lightsaber, but I wonder if fate is unchangeable. If she died, no one would know to tell me. Would I feel it? Would I feel a pulse of pain as my progenitor passed? Would she visit me, as I sometimes see shapes of light or shadow as I pass otherwise unmarked through the streets? Would I be able to leave if my face was only my own, if no other member of her order saw me in her?

When the dark empire ignites, will that free me?

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