Kadala Kotyc
Daughter of Mandalore
How long has it been since I returned to civilized space?... At least a year, right? Yet... I still haven't spoken to Gilamar. To father, I mean. Sure, we've seen each other. But he didn't recognize me under my armor... Makes sense I guess. Back when he... left mum and me things were a lot different. I was younger. Small, frail, might even have been considered an embarrassment for a Mandalorian child. By the Gods that was so long ago... Things have changed. And they will continue to do so. Speaking to Gil is top priority. He needs to know I am alive. I need to know why he abandoned me. Mistakes of the past will come forward for their trial. The truth will be revealed. Let's just hope I've grown up enough to handle it. Crying is not something one does in front of someone they're trying really hard to impress. Neither is having a temper tantrum. Though honestly I'd be more concerned about myself trying to sacrifice him to Hachinian. Which actually wouldn't be that bad if he wasn't my pa. He's proved himself as a warrior. Destroying him in the name of-... Right, not an option. No blood for the blood God today (as in no blood for the Chaos Goddess). Nor any skulls for the skull throne (or it's companion, the Iron Throne). Well I've wasted enough of my own time. Now I need to actually do something. Let's hope Gil isn't adverse to meeting someone of such a low rank. Not sure how 'Dad' works.
With one last glance into the dirty mirror, I pulled on my helm, turned, and left. My 'home' was the ruins of an old settlement. Pre-Gulag-Virus. Maybe it's not very safe, but I'm not ready to move in with the other members of my Clan. They know I'm here. They know I fight with them. Don't think any of them know my real name. Just this nickname I've been carrying around for years. Kadala... No, I need to forget him, the real Kad. He's been dead for years. I just have to make his memory proud. Shaking my head I started walking. There was a clearing not far from here where I kept my ship. The damn thing is pretty beat up. Somehow it still flies. Once I slip into the uncomfortable captain's chair I start turning systems on. First is communications. Calling in my meeting request will have to be done before I get there. And getting there requires knowing where 'there' is. Who knows where Gil is at the moment. "This is Kadala Skirata. I require an audience with the Mand'alor. Tell him that the ghost of Tome'Tayl misses him. He'll understand." Saying my old name sends a shiver down my spine. No one has used it in twelve years. Not since I lost the last person I loved.
[member="Gilamar Skirata"]
With one last glance into the dirty mirror, I pulled on my helm, turned, and left. My 'home' was the ruins of an old settlement. Pre-Gulag-Virus. Maybe it's not very safe, but I'm not ready to move in with the other members of my Clan. They know I'm here. They know I fight with them. Don't think any of them know my real name. Just this nickname I've been carrying around for years. Kadala... No, I need to forget him, the real Kad. He's been dead for years. I just have to make his memory proud. Shaking my head I started walking. There was a clearing not far from here where I kept my ship. The damn thing is pretty beat up. Somehow it still flies. Once I slip into the uncomfortable captain's chair I start turning systems on. First is communications. Calling in my meeting request will have to be done before I get there. And getting there requires knowing where 'there' is. Who knows where Gil is at the moment. "This is Kadala Skirata. I require an audience with the Mand'alor. Tell him that the ghost of Tome'Tayl misses him. He'll understand." Saying my old name sends a shiver down my spine. No one has used it in twelve years. Not since I lost the last person I loved.
[member="Gilamar Skirata"]