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Home is Where the Heart Breaks [Sarge]

En Route to Kuat - Hydian Way - Just beyond OP Territory


These visits were becoming harder.

A transport had left the spaceport of Exocron several days prior - not one baring any ensign of Moross, but a private shuttle flying under the designation of an ally. The trip had been long, so far as it's main occupant was concerned, but relatively quiet nevertheless. Following the Rimma Trade Route, and once well out of Crusade space, the ship took on the designation of High Priority Kuatian Royalty, and was joined shortly after passing Eriadu by a small contingent of hired-on Protectorate escort freighters. There they jumped onto Hydian Way, and rode the route along the spine of Omega space, no questions asked.

At Denon the detail switched out for that of Republic and Kuatian forces, who eagerly welcomed home the far-traveled Kuatian Princess.

Kefka was with her again, and after a heartfelt reunion on Exocron the Noghri Warrior looked over his charge the entirety of the trip with the equivalent of reptilian concern, which was to say - he looked savagely perturbed. After several days of traveling silence whilst he allowed the woman her rest, when she finally emerged from her bedchamber to greet the contingent of Republic escorts by holovid, Kefka did something out of character. He stopped her.

"Sagira, you do not look well."

Amore could only smile somberly at this, and nod, "I do not feel well," she replied, looking to him and his predatory gaze; expectant as if waiting to move for a kill. She knew him well enough not to feel threatened, it was simply his way of being protective. He wanted to know why, but likely wouldn't push for it and Amore wasn't going to offer.

Sometimes it was best to keep some things to oneself.

She placed a hand on his armored forearm, "It will be fine." Her voice wasn't as reassuring as she hoped.

Amore engaged the comm and holovid to the Republic escorts, thankful that the details of holograms weren't entirely true-to-life. The smile she placed was practiced, but honest in its warmth.

"Your Highness," the bust image of an escort Captain flickered to life, "it is an honor to stand as your guard on your journey home."

Four more images glimmered before her. Two she thought she recognized. They murmured agreeing consent and enthusiasm to her much-awaited return.

"Thank you all, it is wonderful to be coming home. I must say I am a little overwhelmed - to be escorted by so many fine Republic and Kuatian ships. Has the protocol changed?"

She wasn't aware of any troubles between the Republic and Mandolorians, or anyone else for that matter.

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