Private Free and Clear

[Liin "Tera" Terallo]

Things are moving ahead better than I had anticipated. At least on one front. My decoy laboratories seemed to have worked. For I no longer feel as hunted as I once was. And that had given me the freedom of choice to stop running. But I did not just stop anywhere. I had secured myself my own private laboratory and sanctuary in Diarchy space. No more backwater worlds and ramshackled buildings. No longer starving myself in order to pay for my travels. No more running. A debt repaid for a debt well spent.

Speaking of debts; it is about time that I repaid my own. This has been the only time that I have been indebted to anyone and I do not wish to keep it longer than I should. I said that I would repay the debt as soon as I am able and I plan on doing just that.

Sitting at my desk I write up an encrypted holo-letter. I may not be on the run anymore, but that does not mean that I am not under surveillance.

Mister Dashiell,

Good news. I no longer require your salvaged vessel and the loaned pilots. Please let me know when and where to drop them off and I will do so. Along with my repayment of the loan plus interest.

Thank you.

Liin.

I send off the letter and then put my datapad away. A sudden thought strikes me, however. In the last message Mister Dashiell had invited me to a family dinner. Would I be walking into that? And if so, would Balun Dashiell be there? I am not so sure of how to handle that. Not with the rumors going around of young Mister Dashiell and I being lovers. And then there is another thing that I should be wary about too. Would young Mister Dashiell be able to sense that I had experimented on myself? And if he does; how would he react?

I will do my best to keep myself composed, otherwise one of my abilities could accidently be triggered and I would be left with a horrible side effect and publicly humiliated. No I must try to pretend that everything is back to normal. And keep my head held high.

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[Balun Dashiell]

FREE AND CLEAR.
Dashiell Residence, Tirtha Cove, Joiol.
Judah Dashiell & Liin "Tera" Terallo .

"Da, what happened to your face?"

Kellan Dashiell stared up at his father with wide eyes, his little blue head tilted sideways with intrigue as he had never seen his father's skin so dark before. The three-year-old aquatic Son of Balun had never seen the result of violence, having been sheltered from any hint of it since coming into his father's care. Nouqai had at one point almost ruined that for Balun, yet Kellan had still been an Infant, not yet learned to walk and safely secured within Balun's ship the day she had tried to kill the boy's father. Today, however, Kellan was seeing firsthand the result of Balun's choice to enter the First Galactic Kaggath.

"I'm alright, kiddo, it's just a bit of bruising", Balun replied, sugarcoating his injuries with as gentle a tone as he could manage. The truth was that Balun had not made it past the first round, having faced off against the Mandalorian warrior Fenn Stag , a man of clear experience and martial prowess that had, in the end, proven too much for the younger Force User.

Stag had broken Balun's nose, bruised his cheekbone and fractured his jaw. Medical assistance had been provided following the conclusion of the fight, and Balun's nose had been set back into place, now leaving him with the need to take regular pain medication for some time while his wounds healed up. Miraculously, the severity of his jaw hadn't been so great that it had imposed on his breathing, forgoing the need for any serious surgery; however, he had been given strong antibiotics and painkillers to see him through.

He was on cloud nine with the wealth of meds he had been given.

"It looks sore! Did you hit your head on something?" Kellan asked, fixating on Balun's new look as though it were some fashion choice. Were it not for the risk of pain, Balun might have chuckled in response, considering the thought that quickly came to mind: 'A Mandalorian'.

"Yup, sure did, Kell", Balun replied, forcing a smile and doing his best to hide the pain behind it; "Dad was a bit silly. Wasn't paying enough attention at the time", he answered. And from a particular perspective, he wasn't lying.

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Sitting on the couch in Balun Dashiell 's cottage, there was a small smirk as he listened to his son trying to explain away the injuries. Engrossed in his work, he found it an amusing sidebar. He had personally thought his son an idiot for joining such a thing, so hearing his grandson interrogate Bale was the bright spot. Punishment in itself so to speak.

As he checked his messages, one from Liin "Tera" Terallo popped up on his screen. He hadn't expected to hear from her so soon. Last he knew she was on the run for one reason or another, the details of which he was very murky on. Not that it was his business to pry, more he just found it an odd situation.

Mister Dashiell,

Good news. I no longer require your salvaged vessel and the loaned pilots. Please let me know when and where to drop them off and I will do so. Along with my repayment of the loan plus interest.

Thank you.

Liin.

Miss Terrallo,

Feel free to drop them off at any Salacia Consolidated location. I'm not sure of your current coordinates, so I have sent along a list. As for the loan repayment, please see me in person at my home on Joiol. I owe you dinner after all.

-J. Dashiell

 

[Liin "Tera" Terallo]

The reply arrived sooner than I had expected it to. Unfortunately his request came with a bit of a hiccup, for I had assumed that I would be travelling with the salvaged vessel. But no matter. I am sure that Diarch Reign would not mind it too terribly if I were to borrow Varlo for a couple of days as an escort. The old guard and I have gotten along pretty well; and Varlo did say that he would be there for me when I needed him to be. And this is one of those times.

Quickly I type up my reply and sent it through:

Mister Dashiell,

Thank you for the information. I shall be there in a couple of days.

~Liin.

Dinner at his place. Either it will go very well, or it will go very poorly. I cannot guess as to which. Perhaps it will even be a bit of both. It could start out well and then end poorly.

Oh, but I am clearly overthinking things! I need to stop that as I have far more worse things to worry about. A dinner is the least of my worries. So I shall endeavor to make the best of it.

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[Balun Dashiell]

FREE AND CLEAR.
Dashiell Residence, Tirtha Cove, Joiol
Judah Dashiell & Liin "Tera" Terallo

At three years old, Kellan Dashiell took the story surprisingly well. Balun had expected an interrogation from the little Sith-Spawn and some fearful response to his father's battered appearance, but the boy's trust in his father was without question. In truth, Balun wasn't sure whether to feel guilt or relief, glad that Kell was at least experiencing some sense of continued peace and not disturbed by his Father's dangerous hobbies.

Distracted by a plate of sandwiches that Balun had made and removed the crusts, cutting them up into triangles for his Son, Kellan wandered back to the lounge where Vesha Daruun was awaiting him. The Zabraki Woman was probably a bit of a mystery to Judah Dashiell, Balun having somehow fabricated a gifted caretaker and nurse out of thin air for assistance in caring for his son. As far as he had told his Father, he had some advice from Makai, which was true, but his Father didn't necessarily need to know that she was, in fact, a droid. He had a particularly irrational fear of droids...

With the conversation with his Son out of the way, Balun decided to make himself a cup of stimcaf before moving outside of the living room onto the terrace, setting his cup down upon the nearby table. At the same time, he fished for his cigarra packet and lit up a smoke. All seemed to be right in life, especially when Balun was back home on Joiol. This was his family's home, and a place of peace and comfort for Bale, who had been introduced to it first by Judah back when he felt he had nothing to offer. It was his first home. A true home.

Drawing in a mouthful of smoke from his cigarra, Bale allowed his mind to wander to business with Dashiell Retrofit™ and Jhaessa Prime. Meridian, the capital city of Jhaessa Prime, continued to expand gradually outward. The heart of trade that would become Jhaessa Prime's staple in the Galaxy, putting her on the map, and at the same time, Balun had already begun preparing to house Dashiell Retrofit's headquarters there. It was a massive undertaking...-Truly bigger than anything Balun had attempted to do previously, and he was thankful he had his father's support. Especially as the paperwork piled up and Balun's time seemed to be growing shorter by the day.

"Speech"
'Thought'​