Letter's Home.

[Wes Redtree]

Primeday, Ensi Fourteenth, 845 ABY

Dear Oneida,

Hello kiddo, it's me again. I can't remember if I wrote you since taking the last job aboard the Star Destroyer as security or not but having my contract finished and my life again spared, I stole time to write. I have been moving around a good deal, as you know, and have made enough to run a small ship and take some time off. With that in mind I am buying passage on the next cargo ship and coming home to see you. I know I may not be your favorite person at times, and I have been probably the worst father you could have the misfortune of seeing but it's been so long and I want to give you a present in person.

Tes, wanted me to buy a suit and take you out but I since being out with an old soldier is not always what you young ladies enjoy, especially when they are your father, I thought we could take a trip for a few days wherever you like. I have enclosed some credits for you to use on whatever you may like and have paid your school tuition for the next few months, so you need not worry about it and can afford to take time for yourself. I hope you're doing ok in school, and if you are anything like your mother I know you'll do great. I'll be in the system by Zhellday, Ensi twentieth. Talk to you then. Love you sweetheart.

Your father,

Wes Redtree
Staff Sergeant
2nd Platoon, UFS
Outer Rim


p.s. 20 days sober and counting. See you soon.

 

[Wes Redtree]

Dear Mr. Redtree,

Hello, father. Thankk you for your letter and the credits you sent. I, however, regret to inform you that I am in no way interested in a visit at this time. You have been gone for the better part of the last fifteen years and when I have seen you it has been only after you've run out of "Work" to do. I would have loved to have a father for the last fifteen years but instead I had to live here alone clutching a holotransciever wondering if the next message would be to tell me you were coming home in a durasteel box. I'm not a little girl now father and I'm tired of living in fear that the next I hear of you will be in some obituary. Maybe when you retire from your life as a soldier we can try being a family again but until you decide to put me ahead of other peoples wars I don't want to deal with it.

Sincerely,

Oneida Redtree

p.s. sober eighteen years and counting.