Joran Del-Finn
Smuggler by day. Snuggler by night.
[member="Nei Laa"]
Joran ignored her use of Mando'a. In his youth he would of corrected her disrespect but now he was beyond caring. He had done this far too long to be bothered by the truth of who and what he was. Dar'manda. Soulless. He was a man without honor, distrusted and hated by those who once stood as brothers, sisters, fathers and uncles.
"Not far, Love" he answered as they walked through the ship yard. The hangers here on Voss were not a fifth the size of any of the ones on Nar Shaddaa but the other differences were few and far between. the familiar sound of dozens of different voices in a dozen of different languages buzzed around the hanger. there were spacers trading jests, traders peddling their wares and an uncountable number of workers going about their business.
It didn't take them long to cross through the small hanger and reach Joran's ship, "The Perseverance". mid sized and unassuming, Joran could not help but smile at the sight of his ship. His home since he was sixteen years old and his favorite place in the entire galaxy. Joran lowered the boarding ramp and took a few steps up before turning back to Nei
"Let's be on our way."
Joran ignored her use of Mando'a. In his youth he would of corrected her disrespect but now he was beyond caring. He had done this far too long to be bothered by the truth of who and what he was. Dar'manda. Soulless. He was a man without honor, distrusted and hated by those who once stood as brothers, sisters, fathers and uncles.
"Not far, Love" he answered as they walked through the ship yard. The hangers here on Voss were not a fifth the size of any of the ones on Nar Shaddaa but the other differences were few and far between. the familiar sound of dozens of different voices in a dozen of different languages buzzed around the hanger. there were spacers trading jests, traders peddling their wares and an uncountable number of workers going about their business.
It didn't take them long to cross through the small hanger and reach Joran's ship, "The Perseverance". mid sized and unassuming, Joran could not help but smile at the sight of his ship. His home since he was sixteen years old and his favorite place in the entire galaxy. Joran lowered the boarding ramp and took a few steps up before turning back to Nei
"Let's be on our way."