Private Mire of Misfortune

[Vyn Daldoure]

R Ryala Serona
Pick up the pieces.
Bilbousa, Nal Hutta.


The streets of Bilbousa were bustling with traders, people looking for work, and slavers pawning their goods. The air had its typical soupy feel like nothing had changed in the last 8 months, but that wasn't true, he shattered any semblance of the life he made here on Nal Hutta, yet Vyn was back attempting to gather up what pieces remained.

The Iridonia landed The Catch on the outskirts of the city in an attempt to avoid any obvious suspicion or recognition it would bring towards him like that mattered as several people had already interacted with Vyn, some welcomed him home apologizing and giving condolence for the loss, other a barrage of questions, and some even just looking for an explanation about the twins.

Ignoring all of them, he simply proceeded towards his old apartment close to the palace.

Reaching the gathering of buildings, Vyn eyeballed his rarely used apartment and jogged to the door while he began scouring his satchel for the access key, people were passing some glances and others just whispering, though he'd been in the city for less than an hour and Vyn was sure word would have probably spread through Bilbousa at this point. Finding his hand around the chit, he pulled it out, and began sliding it across the door several times, only to be met with a malfunctioning beep that kept sounding off as the lock malfunctioned repeatedly, the door to his left shot open and his neighbor called out "Vee is that you?!"

His free hand angled at his blaster while he kept nonchalantly swiping the card on repeat then looking over briefly "Hi there Baggs... listen now isn't the best time, but.."A confirmation sounded out as the door slid open "It's good to see you." Baggs simply nodded and waved while walking away, there was a ticking clock for Vyn that was going down every second he was on the planet, Vyn then slipped inside the door which didn't fully close behind him.

This apartment hadn't been touched since leaving the planet, dust hung in the air for but a second interrupted only by him swiftly grabbing a bag and rummaging through his stuff. there were very few sentimental items he owned, but leaving them here any longer just wasn't up his ally. Firstly, he grabbed several items of value that were made of precious metals, after that, a few trinkets he acquired in the special forces, then his old dress uniform, and a necklace the twins gave him. Standing up and taking a breath of dusty soup Vyn then peered around the room once more and began swiftly looking through boxes, making sure he wasn't overlooking anything. This would be his one chance to get what he needed, there was no coming back after this.

 

[Ryala Serona]

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Balbousa, Nal Hutta
Vyn Daldoure
'A final look'​

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People always said fate had a way of making circles, for Ryala that statement was coming out to be true. She told herself she knew she never wanted to step foot back on that infuriating world which brought her nothing but regret in her child hood. Her mother, father, and it was even the place that seemingly corrupted her adoptive uncle, making him in her enemy. Nonetheless, she found herself on her way to Balbousa city, she had received from some anonymous source of that a higher ranked guard, or.. well, enforcer, or some ex-guard was in the city.. sadly the intel she got was patchy at best so she was going in blind, she just knew species, and thats it. Although, that wasn't any help either since there could be any number of iridonians in this damn swamp infested planet.. nevertheless, she continued on.

As she landed on the planet, she decided to avoid taking her personal craft, not wanting to leave any trace of herself being on the planet.. while she was hunting someone down, ironically she was also a hunted and wanted individual especially on this planet alone. Moreover, this prompted her into using public transportation. Arriving on the planet via a passenger ship from coruscant where she recently was.

Entering the planet though, she took no care in hiding herself.. she was here for a reason, she placed her helmet on her head, activated its systems - and began advancing. Walking through the starport on the surface as she'd check through her weapons, as she only decided to travel with her blaster pistols for easier concealment.

But aside from this blind hunt of hatred and revenge against the people who wronged her family, she was feeling some early signs of her PTSD she had been suffering from, taking steps through the city began causing her to panic more than she had ever done so before, and as she was able to keep it under control, it was an underlying problem. Although, regardless of her problem, she entered the streets, heading in the direction of Vyn's apartment, but only by coincidence, as she had not spotted a trail yet, deciding to take everything slow.

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

The dust had settled once more, light shining through the small windows that let out to the main street wherehe could hear several individuals speaking, he turned his ears to their conversation through the breaks in the window and a small crack in the door.

"Does Lord Broka know Vyn's alive? At least Broka will have his most talented guard back!" "Is the boy aware the twins were well... and in his absence, oh dear?" "Poor kid, it's going to be a real blow learning that bit of info, after all those three were attached at the hip..."

His nerves lowered, and a pit formed in his stomach, 'is that what they thought...' Vyn figured that's probably how it seemed to everyone, him suddenly leaving for something drastically important only to not return any contact. Assuming he was dead was far more logical than simply assuming he disappeared from his charges while underemployment of Broka the Hutt. However Just because his neighbors and the vendors assumed he was dead, didn't mean Broka was thinking the same, after all, he didn't just disappear entirely the last eight months and plenty of people knew he was alive.

Picking his father's military medals out of a box, Vyn gave them a glance before tossing them into a forgotten corner of a room, then he found his mother's ring and hairpin slipping those into the sack. Crawling over to a box that held tags of military members and several old Sith armor pieces he had ripped from their bodies, briefly peering inside to make positive all was accounted for, he slid that box over to the door of the room and sat the bag of sentiments next to it.

A low hum then filled the room as he unsheathed the Vibro blade and dropped to his knees looking at the floorboard, digging the blade into the panels Vyn started prying them away from the floor, beneath was a safe. After sheathing the knife Vyn entered a code as the latch opened revealing enough credits to pay off a bounty hunter or two, he moved the chits out of the box and into another bag which he tucked beneath his vest and reached into the hole once more retrieving his bug-out blaster.

"Right... good riddance Nal Hutta" He stood up grabbing the larger bag and stuffing the smaller box of tags and war mementos inside, he then proceeded to brute force his door open and stepped onto the street, he then looked up at the palace, specifically to the wing where his actual apartment was, and then to the balcony where the twins and he use to sit and discuss varying topics. Vyn stood in the street and for the first time in almost ten years a singular tear welled up in his eye, unnoticeable to anyone but another looking him straight in the whites, as he disregarded his time restraint and simply stared.

R Ryala Serona

 

[Ryala Serona]

As everything was taking place on the inside of the apartment, Ryala was having a bit of a moment walking through the streets. Stopping for a moment as she walked past a spot where she got into her first fight as a kid.. remembering her father stepping in to fight back some teenagers from beating her jaw in. While she was on a mission, this planet was more of a weakness to her than any blaster round could be.. at least a blaster round would shut her down quick, walking through these streets for her was some sort of cruel and inhumane mental punishment.

As she rounded another block, she saw one of the places she fought gardako, her 'adoptive' uncle, when they had their major face off.. she was also realizing that these streets never truly brought her any solid happy moments. Only memories she was happy to escape from.

Moreover, as she passed by her final turn before arriving at the apartment areas where she was heading towards, she found herself at one last area that her memory was dragging around. The place her father taught her how to fire a blaster.. she never got dolls, or playsets.. but her dad would constantly let her toy around with his old weapons. It was the one place she felt happy on this entire trip.. remembering the good times she had with her father, and looking down the alleyway where he had set up props to act as a shooting range. But she shook her head and kept walking.. she missed it, but, she had a job to do - and she was not going to let memory lane stand in her way.

However, luckily it seemed that fate was set to finally turn in her luck as maybe her first steps in her revenge quest were falling together, she saw a trandoshan stepping out from an apartment and entering the street. It was almost as if coincidence was bringing the two together.

In a quick moment without any major hesitation, she grasped one of her blasters and after maneuvering through a crowd she approached Vyn, standing 30 feet away from him. She knew not to get close, while she was an excellent fighter in hand to hand combat, battles are battles, and its always better to have an advantage at long range compared to some death brawl up close.

"Hey, buddy - are you.. Vyn, by any chance?" The woman clad in a mix set armor with a beskar chestplate and mandalorian helmet stood aways from Vyn, blaster already in hand, and taking no measures to hide her identity. She prepared herself as she looked him down, not raising her gun until she was sure who she was staring down.

Vyn Daldoure

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Noticing his eyesight blurred up Vyn began rubbing away the ocean water, taking a breath, and scratching the base of his horns. There was no room for regret, after all, he made his choice after he willingly didn't come back, it was just pitiable and far too late at this point.

Still staring up, his attention was fought when a voice rang out from behind him, a girl around his age, but perhaps a bit younger. What could they want, after Vyn lit up the market while protecting his charges, people had always been asking for help or trying to get him to pay for things that were caught in the blast out, he could only imagine this was one of those.

He pivoted on his heel speaking simultaneously "Yeah... I know it's a miracle I'm alive, but sorry I'm in a bit-"His emerald eyes locked immediately onto R Ryala Serona and the Mandolorian bucket she had on.

This wasn't good any bounty hunter that Broka would ever think of sending Vyn should un-undoubtedly know. His mind raced eyes darting to her blaster then back to her helmet, she knew the game, but he couldn't place her, perhaps she was a kid of one of his former Special forces team members?

Wondering was pointless right hand hung at his side next to his own blaster, but he didn't reach, her armor was Mandalorian the chance of it being Beskar was high, Perhaps he could clip her arm or legs, but as he wondered about her lack of armor coverage something unexpected of him happened, he dropped the sack to the street and raised his hands slightly

"Yes, I'm Vyn Daldoure, though typically most people introduce themselves after asking that question- I'm sure we can solve this peacefully"

Was he really trying to talk this person down while they had a blaster in hand? Perhaps the violence was getting to him, that or dealing with a Mandalorian just seemed like a hassle.

 

[Ryala Serona]

She gripped her blaster with intent, her face nervous under her helmet as she feared she was making some blasted mistake. But, in her head she had one mission, it was getting revenge for her father, and bringing the Hutts down and the crime they bring with them. And if this man had any insight or information regarding the Hutts or information she could use, in her mind, this was the right course of action.

"My name is Ryala Serona, my father Deacon was an Enforcer for Hutts across this planet, I need information from you." She'd raise her blaster and aim it towards him. Not wanting to reveal too much yet, even though... sadly for her, all of this could've been solved by simply some words.

She examined the Iridonian though, inspecting what visible weapons he had, and his figure to see what threat he imposed against her in a possible confrontation. Deep down though she knew all she needed was information and picking a fight would be absolutely meaningless.

"I ask that you step back into your apartment, so we can.. talk." This came with a rather serious tone as she aimed her blaster still, not realizing how poor she was doing at being diplomatic.. However, being diplomatic wasn't a part of her plan to come here. She trusted nobody and especially trusted nobody on this damn planet after everything this world put her through.

But on the outside, if anyone was to look at Ryala, she was not in her normal form as she was shaking more than usual, and her form was off as she was aiming to the side of Vyn Daldoure .. clearly, the emotional weight of being on this planet was waying too much on her mental state and throwing herself off in all physical aspects.

Nonetheless, at the moment following what she said she focused her eyes on her 'opponent' as she deemed and prepared herself, hoping for some positive outcome but believing the worse was to come.

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

A stern look crossed his face when she raised the weapon, the name Decon almost immediately ringing a bell, he had heard the stories from the twins, though those events happened far before Vyn was employed for the Hutts. That also clued him in, the ceiling in one of the palaces had been brought down by the little spitfire, he could use that, but for now, Vyn figured to play along.

Immediately R Ryala Serona would notice the blaster hanging from a holster on his right thigh and thermal grenades affixed above the weapon on his belt, besides that Vyn appeared unarmed, there was nothing else readily visible to the naked eye. His posture was defined, a built but slender man, standing up straight and letting his shoulders relax into their natural position, the only muscles visible were in his arms, from his wrist to his shoulder they defined even through the cloth of his rolled shirt, only stopping where the leather of his vest began to cover the majority of his torso.

She calmly barked her request for Vyn to step back inside, to which he nodded reluctantly and with a stiff neck mumbling out "Alright then miss, you're the boss"

He observed Ryala back, and the woman was unsteady her blaster didn't move, but according to her other hand looked like she was fixing, he then noticed the pistol drift, and for the realization hit, he knew what he was looking at, mostly because he'd seen it stare back in the mirror. Vyn at this point was cooperating out of curiosity and mostly to get her in a more confined space in case she got serious.

Slowly lowering his non-shooting hand, grabbing the bag by one of its straps, and lifting it off the filthy street floor, Vyn started making careful steps back into his apartment while keeping eye contact as he moved. He needed a way out of this, the longer he was on Nal Hutta, the more he had to worry about then some girl with questions, but for now he figured talking her down would be enough.

He was in the small apartment once more, now leaning against the furthest wall from the door. "Well, ask away- I'll try to answer what I can."

 

[Ryala Serona]

She followed Vyn Daldoure back into the house, holding her pistol in her hand, but still shaking and wavering her aim. The planet had made its mark on her and she was paying the price in this unfortunate moment. But she knew she needed to hurry this process up, she also didn't have the privilege of time as she was definitely not welcome on this planet after the crimes she committed against the Hutts almost a year prior. So she walked into the apartment and closed the door behind her.

However, as she walked into the apartment a wave of past memories hit her as she remembered the second home she lived in when her villa was destroyed by pirates as a baby. Memories began flushing into her head and reminding her of her father.. the same father she wore the helmet of on a regular basis. The same father that taught her everything she knows. But, she prevented herself from zoning out as she stared the man across the hall down, examining the blaster, and the thermal grenades near the blaster.

"I want to know who you work for, or worked for, what you know about them, ways of getting your boss, everything." From that statement alone it was clear what her objective was. A childish blind hatred for the Hutts was her mission as if her primal instincts could only see direct action as the only action, and she clearly didn't know what to ask you. She just wanted details but didn't know exactly how to get said details as she came into this with no plan at all.

Nonetheless, she kept her blaster up, and her left wrist in a ready position, as she would try and sneak bringing up her wrist tool. In the hopes of subtly activating the record function on her wrist datapad with the information she gains. But, due to her anger and lack of fortitude right now, her action could possibly be discovered in the process.

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

After a moment of listening, Vyn had become somewhat confused, why was the little spitfire looking for the twi- and after a moment though, a very a brief moment, Vyn deciphered what was happening. She wanted justice, or some self version of it against one of the Hutt families, Yet here R Ryala Serona stood seeming to have a misunderstanding about how the Hutts worked, but that isn't rare unless you spend time in politics.

Vyn knew most of the slugs hated each other and only bothered to keep the peace for practical reasons, yet explaining the intricacies was beyond his care, so he'd keep it in the lines, for the moment.

Instead of standing there, Vyn finally crossed his arm, if she was going to shoot him, the likelihood she'd miss was high, and he wasn't going to stand there like an idiot with his ligaments in the air if it happened. "To be specific I was a bodyguard under the employ of Broka the Hutt, though it's more accurate to say the slug simply just paid my credit account"

He could only imagine how this sounded. This scared and angry girl was looking for revenge, and if her actions in the palace years beforehand were any indicator, she didn't care what form it was dished out in. But it was much more complicated than telling her where the Sleemo was mostly since the truth wouldn't be what she'd want to hear. So for now, he answered her question exactly as it was asked

"My Job purview was to protect a set of forces using human Siamese twins who were like nieces to the Hutt-"
He paused as a look of regret washed into his eyes. "I rarely left their side, and that's why this apartment looks so unlived in, I stayed in an adjoining room in the palace."

He got off the wall and started pacing his raspy voice cutting through the room once more "Now Ryala, your questions get harder. if you're asking what I know about the Hutt, I'll give the short answer for the moment 'extremely little outside some inner working of his business, and other partners of the Hutt Republic at large.' and I honestly have no idea where you'd find him, best guess is here on the planet in the city of Jiguna, or somewhere on Nar Shaddaa, We've been out of contact for the last eight months.

Figuring the best option at this point was to clear himself of suspicion, He sat down on the edge of his never-used table pursing his lips and folding his hand in his lap, all with slow and careful movement trying not to provoke the girl "Now if you're asking what I knew of the twins, my short answer is 'everything from their personal life and love interests to what their jobs were in the Hutt republic and the intricate details pertaining to it.' In fact, I probably knew those girls better than myself.

He let all of that begin to sink in for Ryala. perhaps it was the fact he brought up the twins, but now Vyn felt he had to convince her to let sleeping slugs lie.

 

[Ryala Serona]

'What in the world am I doing?.. What was my plan even coming here?.. What was this going to resolve? Oh my.. Ryala, think' all these words cycled through her mind as she began fitting up with more anger and confusion. Stuff was barreling through her mind as her typically composed and prepared composure was falling in on itself. She was having a moment of self-doubt as she simply got more frustrated with herself more than anything, this man was innocent from what she could perceive and she had no quarrels with him, he wasn't her enemy, just like that, her whole plan fell to bantha crap.

So, she looked to him and listened in to what he had to say, regardless of the situation she was in she needed to keep a level head and watch Vyn Daldoure , and take as much information as she possibly could... 'What if what I'm doing was wrong.. why am I doing this..' Her inner voice continued to speak to herself as she began speculating about her actions. She knew her blind rage was simply.. burning her, and hurting her for the future. She had killed a Hutt in the past and what if that was enough. No, it cant be, wouldn't that make all this pointless?

Though hearing about the twins somewhat threw her off, as it made her now feel bad.. maybe, all the Hutts weren't bad, and she was on some species hate. They definitely did care for their own, but.. that was aside the point. She had a few questions as her mind began analyzing vyn, rather than the hutts now. Being more interested there.

With that, she looked at the bag and back at him. "As a former bodyguard, or.. whatever, why are you packing up here than with that bag.. why are you leaving as well." She'd ask while putting her blaster down, as she had let her guard down and felt calm about the man in the room. "And.. I apologies now for my actions, I- didn't mean to hold you at gunpoint.. I guess I was just, in emotion." She had a rather hard time opening up about these things, and, in her minor explanation then she was just trying to explain her poor actions.

Along with all of this, she visibly took her guard down by putting her blaster away, while seeing Vyn as armed she didn't entirely see him as a threat since he had not attempted to evade any of this and seemed to simply want to talk things through. Hopefully, that was the honest truth and her little faith wasn't misplaced just like her blaster in her holster.

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Cracks in porcelain, that's all he saw when watching her, typically whenever someone threatened the Iridonian, they ended up dead shortly after, he'd simply get them confused before drawing and putting a few blaster bolts in. Instead, he sat there with the dead fish look he typically had on, because deep down he knew another truth, Vyn was sitting across the room from himself a few years younger, Filled with hate and anger and revenge just different experiences. R Ryala Serona eyes darted, first to the bag, then up to him a question followed by an apology

"Well, you're not exactly pointing your blaster at me still. so that's counting for something.- I accept. and then there's the fact I'm familiar with your father's story, if it were me I'd do the same thing."

Taking a long breath of air he nodded, she deserved the explanation at least. "My job was to protect the twins, and I did exactly that for nearly half a year. Now these girls were very powerful in precognition, to the point they could see exact futures. but they were terrified of their own, because of what they saw, someone trying to take them apart as in well... un-conjoin them, I mean imagine that... even for non-force sensitive conjoined twins they'd lose a very special connection.."A look of regret washed over him "Then they predicted a savior, so I went looking," This was a lot to be sending her way, but he felt this girl would probably benefit from the story, that or she'd call him a monster without a heart.

"But when I went looking instead of a man I found a creature... a force-sensitive one and after I saved its life, the thing showed me every single possible outcome of their life, three hundred and six different ones to be exact. In three hundred and five of those futures I was there trying to protect them, but every time, one or both of them died. Except for the one time I wasn't there, that's when they both lived through it." He waved his hand and grimaced like he was trying to convince himself mid-story. "So I for the first time I did what I thought was right, Instead of what I was told. They were family to me. and staying around them would always result in me losing more family. so after the creature showed me the vision- I simply vanished to the edges of the outer rim, until I knew they were gone."

"And now you know why I'm here, I left those girls and Broka without a word to them. I can't kill Broka, he's one of the few Hutts who care about the Outer Rim and the people, and even If Broka does let bygones, I couldn't stay here not with the guilt, to top it off I need money to survive, the only way that happens in this cluster is by working for the Hutts. so I really have no choice but to leave."
Now she knew the truth, maybe not the entirety and that was just the last year of his life, but it would give her the answers he then figured that telling her about the Hutts was essential.

he adjusted his seating arching his back slightly with a few pops, the war wounds were flaring up."I want you to stay calm about this Ryala but you need to know, The Hutts have a very fragile alliance, most of them don't interact let alone like each other, in fact over the half-year I was actually around other Hutts tried to kidnap the twins on more than one occasion. In truth, you probably already killed the most responsible party..."
That would be the hardest part for her to hear, but in Vyn's mind, it was better for her to know than making enemies of the few slugs actually trying to make a difference.

 

[Ryala Serona]

Hearing these words sent a shock through her spine. She had been dealing with some mental struggles, but, this somewhat put a nail in the coffin. She sealed her mood by covering her blaster pistol, sealing the holster it was in. The hate in her heart was gone by that moment, but, it was replaced by an emotion she wasn't used to... sadness? confusion?.. some weird empathy? regret? she couldn't tell as she was just in a hailstorm of emotions deep down. So, she continued to listen as saying something might've just made her break down.

Then hearing about the story of the twins though hurt her on the inside, these poor kids and what they went through. As well, learning about Broka also deeply upset her as it made her feel like she was truly just using the loss of her anger the betrayal she had across her life as a reasoning for her hatred for everyone... And moreover, what if her whole plan of causing damage to the Hutts was really just going to cause more damage to innocent people, some of those innocents including the Hutt's themselves.

Her heart then began to sink though as she truly felt feelings that she had locked away for too long. It was like the child inside of her was breaking out, and she was feeling somethings that she had berried away. Maybe it was her Zeltron side, with her natural empathy coming out and feeling for Vyn, but maybe it was just a suppressed emotions finally coming out.

The first of those things that she was feeling was a feeling of empathy towards Vyn Daldoure , feeling.. sorry for this person for everything that he had gone through. The loss he endured, and seemingly the feeling of guilt that was hanging over him.

But, after hearing the last thing, the 'Responsible party', it put into scope the reality of everything. The reality of her mistakes, how foolish she was for doing what she was doing for so long. So.. she began to do something that she had never done in public before, Cry. With a sniff, and a tear running down her cheek, she tried to keep the noise down, but she let out a fairly distinct cry.

Her hands would shake as she'd slowly regain her composure before looking at him from under her helmet. wanting to rub her eyes and cry more but feeling to insecure about that to do so. So she for a moment looked away and just thought to herself.

With that she looked away and spoke up. "First off.. I'm," She'd let a sniff out "Sorry for everything you've been through. I know for fact they couldn't hate you for what you did. And you shouldn't hold this guilt above yourself for what you did.. since you did it since you cared for them." She looked to the apartment around her before looking back to him. "Family is complicated.. but you definitely made the right choice. You clearly loved them, and if they could that um.. 'precognition' thing, they definitely would know you loved them." She would say all this, wanting to in some way give any help she could to Vyn since at this point she felt bad for the way she acted, treated him, and others before that she didn't give a chance to.

"I'm also sorry for.. treating you like this, forcing you into talking, holding you at gunpoint.. acting like some brute like mercenary." She'd let everything out, as it felt the 'Bounty Hunter' in her somewhat washed away for a moment. Her merciless nature left and she was the kind child she once was before.

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Looking back at the door of the room while she let out her emotions, Vyn simply gave her a second of composure, while he was good at listening and being a strong shoulder to literally cry on, dealing with said emotions however wasn't up his alley, he barely let himself feel emotion but when other people did it, he typically turned into a scarecrow, smiling, nodding along, and saying it was alright.

Everything he had been through, what she said was very kind, and while it gave him some sense of relief, his chapter with the Hutts was a fraction of what he'd endured at this point. After all that he had been through in the Imperial army and during the following years, Vyn wasn't sure why he could feel anything, he typically wouldn't, but this felt much different, he felt guilty and understood why Perhaps Ryala was right, they had been like sisters to him, or at least that's what he imagined it was like to have siblings, they had changed him for the better.

"Thank you that's... I've had my demons long enough to co-exist with them, still that's very sweet of you."
She was sincere, whatever he said must have gotten through in some way or another, Vyn was glad, it felt good to help someone in a way that didn't involve killing.

The R Ryala Serona apologized again, in reverence to her actions. "Now I won't have any of that, That is a skillset worthy of someone who's killed a Hutt, never apologize for being good at a job, and as a bonus you're alive! Ya know most people who threaten me don't typically keep their lives." Giving his best smile, which looked more like a smirk to most people and pulling his spare blaster out of his vest and stuffing it in the bag."Ryala You have no reason to feel like a monster, your Father was killed and you wanted revenge without full knowledge, all you can do now is move on, and that is something that I understand better than most."

Hopefully, that had helped Ryala have a bit of closure, Vyn looked out the small window at a fairly normal street, if Broka was going to send anyone he would have done it by now, he most likely wasn't worth the trouble, though now he'd have to figure out what he was going to do for employment.

 

[Ryala Serona]

She kept looking down, still in personal awe from everything she had heard. From the comments about the hutts, and learning that maybe.. they weren't all bad, to the story of the twins; her whole objective up to now had been finally broken. But at the same time, it felt as if a weight or burden was stripped from her shoulders, as if she felt more like her and less like some agent seeking revenge for the actions of her passed father and all of those whose life had been taken by the hutts that crossed her family. But, Vyn Daldoure helped show to Ryala that maybe she had already avenged those who needed to avenge.. and made her realize that, she needed to forge her own objective. Survive, prosper, whatever.

Along with that, she began to smile.. and even removed her helmet, something she had not done often in public due to her not wanting to reveal her face to many. Taking this time to clear the tears off her face. And, truly being more shocked than anything by the factor that she had made such an emotional breakthrough with the help of, someone she had never met before, and before walking into the apartment was planning on blasting if she didn't get the information she got. And while she didn't get the information she planned on receiving, what she did receive was a lesson in.. humanity? or just possibly emotions.

She nodded in response to him thanking her, also being happy about everything that had happened in this conversation. Along with that, as he joked about her being alive, she also laughed a bit, a rare noise out of her in these situations. As the last comment was said though, she froze up, not angry.. but shocked hearing that. "Move on.. Yeah, I believe that is the best thing I can do." She would respond as she would put her helmet back on.

This was.. most likely the most sincere or, real experience she had ever had. She had not felt these emotions in a long time, and hadn't cried since she was betrayed by her Uncle Gardako. It had seemed that this man infront of her with a few key words helped destroy or fix years worth of trauma, almost a decade. "Vyn, I want you to know I'm thankful for this conversation.." Saying as she'd look him in the eyes, and letting him know with her most honest tone. "I want you to know, and I don't say this to anyone, but I needed this talk. I want you to know that you helped me, and that.. means alot." Saying with quieter tone as she was still having a hard time not being so locked down, but.. this alone was proof of recovery.

"You're a good man. You should know that. And I hope we can meet again, they always say its a small galaxy." Letting this out, she was simply hoping to let vyn know she truly was thankful. It was a short interaction, but, sometimes the way to help doesn't need to be an hour of talking. Maybe sometimes all It needed to be was some well put words.

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Secluding himself over the last eight months had re-affected his psyche, everything the twins did to open Vyn to his emotions had been voided by his seclusion, shutting them out as a way to deal with the guilt, until now he was almost sure they were gone for good, that wasn't true and whether he was aware at the moment or not, most of what Vyn said to Ryala was helping himself.

"A Zeltron- well, that would explain it, my crippling weakness, you're quite a lucky one miss, who knows what would have happened." Vyn joked while playing with the communication on his wrist. his eyes looking up and down repetitively while standing and putting the pack on "I'm glad I could help, a bit of advice I use to receive from my mother, I believe she said to me... 'The truth can set you free.' I've found that little tidbit to help on more than one occasion- This is also for you" Swiping on the wrist-com one last time and sending over his contact info.

Vyn blushed slightly at her last comment though it was hard to tell with the pigment of his skin " 'A good man'... you're the second person in my life to call me that, thank you. If you ever need an Iridonian, just give me a ring." Looking outside the window once more Vyn check the street ends and opposing roofs, nothing was amiss from what he could tell. hitting the door panel with his elbow it shot open while making a disturbing grinding noise against the rail. Walking out of the room Vyn turned once more looking at R Ryala Serona Sure he had given her some insight, but having it actually come from his mouth was bigger than she probably knew "be safe Ryala."

Giving a slight wave Vyn walked out of the room and proceeded down the road of Bilbousa making his way back towards his ship.

 

[Ryala Serona]

In the end she felt, a kind resolution to this outcome. Funny enough it felt like alot of her life recently was based around resolving things. From fixing things in her armor that she had let gone broken for years now, to well, fixing things in her heart that she had let go on broken for.. years now. One thing was for sure, it felt different to instead of blasting someone on a mission, she made an honest friend, or at least thats what she labelled him as after that.

From the zeltron comment, she was slightly confused, as nobody had addressed her as that, mostly thinking she was just a normal human.. but, she could tell her had a keen eye, and moreover, she was rather happy with being called that, as it reminded her of her own mother. After everything though she happily took the contact information into her wrist datapad, gave a smile, "You stay safe as well" Giving a wave to Vyn Daldoure , and watching him leave. What a wave of emotions, everything on the spectrum and.. ending on happy.

As he walked away though, she put her helmet on, and made her way back to the starport, knowing she probably needed to get going and leave this planet as soon as possible. But on her way back to the civilian freighter to fly back to Coruscant, all she could think about was what Vyn said; 'The truth can set you free'. That mom of his had a pretty good quote, one that really spoke miles to her now. So, she boarded the ship, and prepped to head back to Coruscant, hoping one day to meet again. As she said, its a small galaxy.