I miss Rossa ! Share something with us? A snippet? A headcanon? Anything? 🥺
Ask and you shall receive!!
I have been working on this forever and I'm still not happy with it so I can't promise when I will have it ready to be published. But how about when Rossa reunites with her father!?
“After all this time! Now you show up!” Rivkah was yelling as Rossa hurried into the hangar, Theron at her heel.
The rest of the personnel in the hangar had gathered to gawk at the near brawl that was playing out. Aygo had Rivkah held from behind, hooking his arms around hers to keep her from lunging forward. Hylo was standing in front of a light haired man wearing a long dark coat. Her hand kept him away as she nervously glanced between the two. Rivkah’s face was flushed with anger as she thrashed trying to free herself from Aygo’s hold on her.
“What is going on here?” Rossa said loud enough for her voice to carry over the yelling.
The man turned to face her, “Why hello there, Sunshine.”
She knew that voice. It echoed from long ago, from fields of gold and bright days. Of someone picking her up and spinning her over his head. Now before her stood a man; a masculine patchwork of her and her sisters’ features, but aged and weathered by time. Deep laughing lines divided his face and his hair was so pale she couldn't tell if it was platinum like hers or white. In his stance and the smirk, he wore smugness with the ease of a seasoned maverick. She knew this man. Before her was her father, Enoch Skyfall.
Rossa had only read about what had happened to her family second hand from a file in the Jedi archive. Not a unique story of yet another broken family. The galaxy was full of those. It was still a tragedy every time it happened.
Shortly after Rossa had been sent to the Jedi, Enoch had abandoned her sisters and mother to a life of poverty. Etched in anger and resentment, her sisters had filled her in on the rest. The fighting between their parents had gotten worse until Enoch had left in the middle of the night without bothering to say goodbye. It had become extremely hard on their mother to support them. Rivkah had left home at a very young age to find work and Billi had done the same shortly after. Desperation had made both sisters turn to jobs that weren't entirely legal.
“Don’t you dare call her that, mother fucker,” Rivkah growled.
There was a smirk at the corner of his mouth, “You’re not wrong about that.”
Rivkah's face twisted in rage. She threw Aygo off her right arm and drew her blaster. Whether she was actually going to fire or not didn’t matter; the blaster was sharply pulled from her hand across the room to Enoch’s outstretched hand. He did a flourish twirl of the blaster before holding in front of him in folded hands. A shocked silence blanketed those gathered as everyone held their breaths waiting to see what happened next.
It was Rivkah who broke the silent first, her voice an angry hiss, “You're a Jedi?”
Enoch’s laugh was humorless as he made himself comfortable again leaning against a nearby crate still idly fiddling with her blaster as if it was an amusing toy. “No one's mistaken me for one of them for a long time.”
“Did you know?” Rivkah’s shout shook Rossa’s attention back to her eldest sister.
Dumbfounded, Rossa could only shake her head. She hadn't felt his connection to the Force when she entered the room, but then she really hadn't been looking for one. Her father was Force Sensitive? How come she had never been told? Did the Jedi know? She vaguely recalled her parents arguing about her last night before being sent to the Jedi, had that been the reason?
“You can still look surprised. The Jedi didn’t completely drill all emotions outta ya, did they?” Enoch said with an edge to his voice.
Steadying herself she lifted her chin, “It is a great misunderstanding of the Code to believe that a Jedi is not allowed to feel anything.”
“Is that so?” He pushed himself off from the crate and took a couple steps towards Rossa.
Perhaps he didn't mean for it to look threatening but it was interpreted as such. Rossa didn't have to look to know Theron's hand had dropped to his blaster holster. She heard the faint click of him thumping the safety off, but not the sound of him drawing, not yet. He was ready to protect her, it didn't matter who it was against or at what cost.
Hylo had followed his lead. Her hand went to hover over her belt, a bit closer to her own holster.
Enoch didn’t fail to notice the very real threat on his life. His eyes flicked off Rossa long enough to glance around the room before coming back to her. It made him hold his ground and lay Rivkah's blast down on the crate that had been his leaning post.
“Your Order didn't much care for me for being with your ma. When they found out we had a youngin on the way, I was shown the door. So no, I don't have a high opinion of them or their damn Code.”
Rossa regarded him silently for a moment, trying to understand what angle he was playing. He was a stranger to her just as much as any new arrival to Odessen. The difference being that most ventured all the way into Wild Space looking for purpose with the Alliance. They didn't come to antagonize its members. Not if they ever hoped to leave again not as a prisoner or in a body bag.
"Why are you here?" Rossa asked softly.
Enoch gave a big smile and opened his arms out wide, "Why to see my baby girls, of course!"
Rossa took her eyes off only long enough to glance over to Rivkah. The tension in every muscle in her body hadn’t eased, her suspicions very clear.
Turning back to Enoch she said, "We have a cantina upstairs with rooms. I would like you to please explain your presents here in more detail." She paused and looked at the audience they had earned. "Somewhere more private."
Everyone had different options all at once, but at least when she raised her hand her people quieted and Rivkah and Enoch fell silent a moment later. The authority she had sometimes came in handy.
Only starlight fade for you. Only carry me slowly my sunrise. Each day you'd rise with me. Know that I would gladly be. The eucharist to your certainty, oh my. Sunlight, sunlight, sunlight. You strap the wing to me. Death trap climbed happily. Wax melted I need to see under. Sunlight. sunlight, sunlight. All of your love is sunlight.
From Ossus With Love [full nsfw version on Deviant Art - Twitter - Pillowfort (female breasts)]
When they weren’t under radio silence, they messaged back and forth updating each other on their progress and how much they loved and missed the other. Rossa had even sent him a scandalous yet tasteful picture of herself that he now has hidden behind several layers of encryptions for later use.
