Private Life Begins...

[Priscilla Tel'Lightstalker]

After the captain was released, the other woman had cleared the databases of any mention of Scilla and had then disappeared. She didn't know why and didn't think it was that important. Aren had helped, and that was all she knew. Clearing out her cell, the men Vulpesen had brought along carried her stuff to their ship. Throughout most of the process, she sat silently as the life she had known was demolished. Darum was her companion and comfort. Anything else wasn't important, but he insisted that everything get brought along for her.

Cleaning up didn't take very long, and she was taken aboard his transport. Once again, she sat on the cold deck and cuddled her dog. The men were leaving her alone except for one, who was keeping an eye on her. Even he wasn't speaking to her but watching her. Why? She hadn't done anything. Never mind, yes, she had. She had totally scorched her keeper and ended his life. She had murdered a man, and she didn't know if he even had a family. Had she taken from them a father, brother, or husband?

This was something she would have to live with for a very long time, but she wasn't going to let it eat away at her soul. That was something that belonged to her, and nobody could take that. The blemish would fade away eventually, but right now it was still firmly burning away.

"Where are we going?"

A question to know and learn. Whatever the answer, it probably wouldn't mean anything to her, but she asked anyway.

Vulpesen

 

[Vulpesen]

"A place where people are used to new beginnings. Veradune," Vulpesen said as he stepped into the main rotunda of his ship. He waved away the soldier that was standing by, and wordlessly, the Zorren stepped away, rejoining his companions at a dejarik table. "I know you'd really have much, but we're used to that kind of story. We have the resources to get you started. From there, you can stay or go. But I think it may be wise for you to hang around, at least for a bit. You might learn something."

His back pressed against a wall as he took some of the weight off of his feet, his eyes occasionally darting to the cockpit. The Novalight had gone some ways away from Veradune when its troubles had began. And shortly after those troubles, Vulpesen and his crew had been among those who had sought for a swift evacuation and a cancellation of their vacation plans. As an inconvenience, it could certainly be worse. But it did mean that the ride back to Veradune had been going on for quite some time.

Priscilla Tel'Lightstalker

 

[Priscilla Tel'Lightstalker]

As she expected, it didn't mean anything to her. Watching as her guard was dismissed and walked away, she turned her blue eyes to Vulpesen. Listening to him silently, she had already made one decision, and that was to travel with him. It wasn't as if he had given her too much of a choice and had removed her from her cage, from the only life she had known. With that removal, though, he offered her something new. A change from being in a prison almost of her own making.

"I will stay with you for a while."

Making it sound so simple, both of them could only imagine how hard it would be for her to adjust.

"If you are as old as you say you are, then it seems we both have a lot of time to spend learning. Where do you plan to begin, Mister Vulpesen?"

Running her clawed fingers gently through Darum's fur, both of them looked at him with some expectation.

Vulpesen

 

[Vulpesen]

"First, you'll need housing. My estate certainly has enough rooms for you to rest there for a time, at least until I can get the old political machine up and running to find you some other type of housing." That was one issue he hadn't thought of until just now. Veradune had once been the victim of a crippling population crisis. Fixing it had been the work of a veritable miracle through the force, and decades of labor. But those decades had come and gone. Zorrens, once, freshly resurrected now had homes and jobs, often times even careers. Critical infrastructure had long since been repaired and now, most reparatory construction had to do with things such as historical land marks. Veradune had needed systems in place to care for the billions of denizens who had immigrated from death itself. Those systems had worked. And now they were no longer needed. There was the occasional Zorren, lost to centuries of hiding that might return, but for the most part, the emergency that Vulpesen so often alluded to, had ended. And with it, the programs that he promised Priscilla Tel'Lightstalker .

Of course, that didn't mean that he intended to drop her off at the nearest star cluster with nothing but five credits and an apology. He was the Valde, and one of the benefits of his position was the ability to reach into his government's proverbial attic to retrieve what he needed, so long as he was willing to do the legwork. "While we get your living situation sorted, I and my sect can teach you to control your abilities in the force. Show you its intricacies so that you needn't work purely off of instinct. I can't promise that any of this will be easy for either of us, but I think it'll be worth the struggle."