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Family is More than Bloodline: In the Heart of the Demon Moon

Gilamar Skirata

Skirataridge Farms Remembers
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It was early, much earlier than he was used to getting up. But he had to, not for himself, but for her.

The two were on Dxun, and had landed days away from the clan strong hold of the Williamia, their shuttle also days away now. They had reached the middle of their long journey through the treacherous jungle moon Dxun. He himself had made this journey when he was ten with his own father when he was under going survival training. Neither of them had armor, Gil holding the simple things like a couple of sporks, a pan and other utensils. These of course were for himself, after all, he wasn't the one going through survival training and the Mandalorian rations didn't need to be heated. He was surprised that Tali still had them after this long. When he had reached this point, he remembered some nights he went hungry because his traps didn't catch anything or the cannocks at whatever he caught.

Tali had been given a blaster pistol, she was still too small to use full sized rifles and too weak to use slugthrowers like the one he now held. That along with her knife, rations and whatever else she could fit into her pack were the only things given, the rest she would have to do on her own, Gil was just there to make sure she didn't die.

The moon still hung in the sky, and his warm breath formed clouds in the cold morning air. Sitting up in his bed roll he looked over to Tali, her small form rising and falling slowly under her bed roll. A faint smile inched its way across the grizzled man's face, but his smile was quickly washed away at the sound of leaves rustling. Nudging her and reaching for his own slugthrower he got up quickly. "Wake up Tali..." he whispered. "Time to go."
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Matila Arkh

who knows?
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Everything had happened so quickly and without warning. It still confused her that she had been so readily accepted into a home, a Clan as they referred to them as, despite having nothing of their noble heritage. Never had she felt so accepted, so encompassed and flourishing. Regular meals had been difficult to adjust to, in fact... Practically all of it had. But it was a positive, something she knew she would be grateful for in the near future when it stopped being a difficulty and instead grew to be common place. Gil' had been great to her, teaching her the basics, showing her the ropes - he had even permitted her to keep her knife! That definitely wasn't something she had expected.

Suddenly she was awake, all it had taken was one single word from Gil' to rouse her from her sleep. Living on the streets for the majority of her life had helped with this sort of thing, keen senses and a swift reaction. It was that or, in most cases, risk your life. Rubbing her eyes she was more or less fully awake within a few moments, her gaze settling around to figure out exactly where they were. She'd slept little, but all the same she felt rejuvenated... Probably another pro to her rugged life style. She had survived in difficult conditions with next to nothing to sustain herself. The supplies she had brought had barely been touched, yet some how she managed to have enough energy to keep going.

"Morning, Gil'" she said, not sure what else she ought to call him, voice ever so slightly whispered; she didn't know what or who was about, after all. The darkness was something she hadn't quite adjusted to, given that Mandalore had always been so bright - at least in the undercity-areas she had called home. She reached out to grab her backpack and settled it upon her shoulder, then checked to ensure that her pistol was securely in place in its holster on her belt, examining it briefly; Tali knew better than to treat a weapon poorly. Finally she took up her water skin, took a small drink to whet her mouth, and nodded to Gil', she was ready to begin today's trek.

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Gilamar Skirata

Skirataridge Farms Remembers
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With a nod of recognition Gilamar started to roll up the burlap blanket he had used for warmth over the last night. Looking over to her and then to her own sleeping area he sighed. "C'mon, let's get ready to move." he said with a grunt, shoving the tightly folded burlap into his pack. The treeline was thick, but from what he could see through the dark treetops was not welcoming. They needed to get to the next zone, it looked like a heavy rain was on its way. It was strange that the rain had only just now come, considering Dxun was one big rainforest. She was a survivor though, made for this kind of living. Maybe it had been the years on the streets, maybe she just had that instinct that so many lacked. He liked to think it was a little of both.

With a grunt, Gilamar slung his pack over his shoulder, tightening the loose straps so that the pack sat snugly against his back. Checking his Ripper before sliding it into its holster, he stood up straight again and waited for Tali. His eyes were starting to adjust to the dark and he could barley make out her form. Something rustle the brush around them again. Drawing his combat knife looked to Tali. "Could just be cannocks." he muttered.
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