Arla Ordo
Mandalorian Redhead
It was not what was suppose to happen. It was not what she had envisioned in her head. She was suppose to go home to Mandalore find a member of her family be reunited with them, have them teach her and accept her for everything she was.
NO. Did not happen. @[member="Arrbi Betna"] had taken her from Tatooine, she had even manage to get him to do weapons training with her, and then gone. She knew he was a sniper, that he went where the work was. And @[member="Verz Horak"]. The Mand'alor he had been defeated in combat and was no longer Mand'alor. He had been her friend her teacher her......she smiled. He had done something that no other living soul had done. Arla laughed. Anyhow Verz had hugged her. It was innocent, but a single act of compassion had stayed with her and when she felt herself falling into a deep dark place she thought about how the hug had made her feel. For those brief moments, someone cared.
Everything had changed, and so quickly, and she had begun to struggle alone. She had done the one thing that she probably shouldn't have done, run away. Bright Lights Big City, what to do here.
Grown girl like her running, why? It wasn't like she couldn't do something. It was being alone, on a planet of so many she felt alone without people she knew. Even here on Coruscant she felt out of place. She looked out of place too. But the one thing Arrbi had said stuck with her, when people saw the armor they gave you a lot of room. She had a lot of room. Verz had said mandalorians took care of each other, come to think of it so had Arrbi.
Arla picked up her drink, she wasn't a drinker but she was beginning to understand why people drank. She was thinking on her plans of what to do..where to go...
NO. Did not happen. @[member="Arrbi Betna"] had taken her from Tatooine, she had even manage to get him to do weapons training with her, and then gone. She knew he was a sniper, that he went where the work was. And @[member="Verz Horak"]. The Mand'alor he had been defeated in combat and was no longer Mand'alor. He had been her friend her teacher her......she smiled. He had done something that no other living soul had done. Arla laughed. Anyhow Verz had hugged her. It was innocent, but a single act of compassion had stayed with her and when she felt herself falling into a deep dark place she thought about how the hug had made her feel. For those brief moments, someone cared.
Everything had changed, and so quickly, and she had begun to struggle alone. She had done the one thing that she probably shouldn't have done, run away. Bright Lights Big City, what to do here.
Grown girl like her running, why? It wasn't like she couldn't do something. It was being alone, on a planet of so many she felt alone without people she knew. Even here on Coruscant she felt out of place. She looked out of place too. But the one thing Arrbi had said stuck with her, when people saw the armor they gave you a lot of room. She had a lot of room. Verz had said mandalorians took care of each other, come to think of it so had Arrbi.
Arla picked up her drink, she wasn't a drinker but she was beginning to understand why people drank. She was thinking on her plans of what to do..where to go...