~Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
[Noel's godchildren have been threatened. He's picking them up and escaping, which coincides with a summons by his semi-estranged grandmother.]
One nice thing about the independant spirit of dantooine is that I didn't need to hide my approach as I landed. Colin was sleeping in the back and I didn't bother waking him. I was pretty sure this was the last bit of flying I'd be able to do for a while. Z. wouldn't tell me who was threatening the kids... probably because she knows I'd tear the place apart tracking them down. Dosen't matter... tactically B. is a good man and he'll follow the intel where I can't. I hated leaving Devia, but I'm not sure where this is taking me and I can't risk her being held by my blood relatives as yet more leverage against me... she made me promise to give her a day without the troubles of the war when I get back... "An idea to keep you warm out in the rim," she said, "and to make you hurry back." Hurry back I will...
Gran summoned me to actually meet her. Demanded really, though it was couched in formal language from a century ago. It will be the first time I meet her face to face. The contact I've had with the clans has always been a bit strained as my family has removed themselves from Iridonia. I claimed the titles of my parents, but never had the legitimacy that a blood elder could give me. Now I have found that the eldest of my clan is a manipulative, aging, calculating crone that has pulled the strings since long before my parents died. Nicolye says she's pushing 220 cycles, three times the average life expectancy of our kind... if true I wonder what price she's paid for that. I tried to record her holo the last time she contacted me... but the encryption level was like nothing I'd ever seen, and I've sliced the best. They've given us a berth...
The sky is dark, which is appropriate... Z. handed over the young one, the eight year old picked up on the mood but was happy to see Colin again. I think he sees more flying lessons in his future. I quietly offered to put all three of them on The Crucible and go use the tactics the Alliance taught me when I was young, but she silenced me quietly, thanked me and watched us take off. A few weeks in the debris field... I'll come back in my fighter if I can. She trusts Colin enough that I can probably leave them in his care once they are comfortable. But the difficulties with my Gran mean I have to make sure of where his loyalties lie. I won't put E. in danger of being manipulated either.
The nursery droids are on board.... she watched the whole time, barely responding to my assurances and the kiss on her cheek.
Mentally I said, "I'll keep them safe, sis.... always."
One nice thing about the independant spirit of dantooine is that I didn't need to hide my approach as I landed. Colin was sleeping in the back and I didn't bother waking him. I was pretty sure this was the last bit of flying I'd be able to do for a while. Z. wouldn't tell me who was threatening the kids... probably because she knows I'd tear the place apart tracking them down. Dosen't matter... tactically B. is a good man and he'll follow the intel where I can't. I hated leaving Devia, but I'm not sure where this is taking me and I can't risk her being held by my blood relatives as yet more leverage against me... she made me promise to give her a day without the troubles of the war when I get back... "An idea to keep you warm out in the rim," she said, "and to make you hurry back." Hurry back I will...
Gran summoned me to actually meet her. Demanded really, though it was couched in formal language from a century ago. It will be the first time I meet her face to face. The contact I've had with the clans has always been a bit strained as my family has removed themselves from Iridonia. I claimed the titles of my parents, but never had the legitimacy that a blood elder could give me. Now I have found that the eldest of my clan is a manipulative, aging, calculating crone that has pulled the strings since long before my parents died. Nicolye says she's pushing 220 cycles, three times the average life expectancy of our kind... if true I wonder what price she's paid for that. I tried to record her holo the last time she contacted me... but the encryption level was like nothing I'd ever seen, and I've sliced the best. They've given us a berth...
The sky is dark, which is appropriate... Z. handed over the young one, the eight year old picked up on the mood but was happy to see Colin again. I think he sees more flying lessons in his future. I quietly offered to put all three of them on The Crucible and go use the tactics the Alliance taught me when I was young, but she silenced me quietly, thanked me and watched us take off. A few weeks in the debris field... I'll come back in my fighter if I can. She trusts Colin enough that I can probably leave them in his care once they are comfortable. But the difficulties with my Gran mean I have to make sure of where his loyalties lie. I won't put E. in danger of being manipulated either.
The nursery droids are on board.... she watched the whole time, barely responding to my assurances and the kiss on her cheek.
Mentally I said, "I'll keep them safe, sis.... always."
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