Private From One Generation, To Another

[Delsin Shaw]

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Varanin/Jacobs Summer Home

This was a rather unique encounter. So many written depictions of who these people were. Only having met them really in passing. Like knowing of cousins you met at a family reunion, only to never see them again. They were there, but not really. As an act of good faith, I reached out to this particular "cousin." of mine. A unique individual who was a descendant of Spencer Jacobs, and Ashin Varanin. Former Empress of the Sith Empire, and Former Queen of Eshan. Quite the resume of parents to look up to. Of course, my father somehow had connections with them. Mostly what was written was about his accolades with the Sith Empire in removing power from an Emperor in a coupe de grace. More over, fighting other Sith for the right to have his mother freed from slavery. Which while it had been given to him, was also the explanation for why he had the mark of Naga Sadow on his chest. A Blood Trail that forever marked him as an asset of Ashin.

While that mark had not been handed down to me, I still took that application to heart. More so, both Spencer and Ashin have shown a grace and benevolence to Darren that he never accepted. Never made mention of thanking them. Of procuring such things like his armor, his love of Alchemy and teaching him to use the force in such unique ways. As such, I bare the sins of my father to them. However, not directly. Instead, hoping to provide a better arrangement for which I could move from. So that our two legacies could meet once more.

Quinn Varanin is a unique individual. Only meeting her in passing here and there. Knowing that her Sister is the current queen of Eshan, and even if its a world within Galactic Alliance space, they were allowed to remain there as an aspect of respect towards this family and legacy that had done so much within the confines of this current galaxy. My hand tightened in a white-knuckle grip around the case. The handle pressed heavily into my palm as I walked up to the abode. While I had reached out, and confirmed that I was given the prior consent to arrive here under the notion of meeting with this princess of the Echani, it was a little vague for fear of something getting lost in translation.

"Good foot forward."

Voiding this to myself, I reached up, and knocked on the summer home.

Quinn Varanin