Raenlyn Athacorr
Mother's Little Bird
She could see the attraction of Concord Dawn.
The years and decades since the Sith occupation had been healed, for the most part, and it had once again become a simple farming world. It was a quiet place, and as her rented swoop bike raced over the fields, the wind rustled some of the grains under her. Occasionally, she could make out the distant shape of some farmstead and the evidence it indicated of a life of hard, if not rewarding, work. It was a planet mainly removed from galactic affairs for years now, a place for peace and retirement after years of war, and it would explain why the person she was seeking had settled here.
Not that she ever could settle in place this quiet, but she could see the appeal.
Her mom had never lost track of the woman, keeping a very quiet tab on her. Not that it would have been too difficult, as the woman and her husband had first become Journeyman Protectors of the planet before assuming... what did it mean to be a warlord over a planet when the planet itself was about rugged individualism and community. Nerra would love to know the answer to that question, and it was only one of the reasons she had volunteered to come to the world in place of her mom. One of the others was safely tucked away in the satchel secured on the side of her swoop, the one her mom had given her.
The HUD of her riding goggles indicated she was nearing the homestead designated as the Treicolts. With a deep breath and the curiosity inherited from her mom, she wondered just how this day might go.
The years and decades since the Sith occupation had been healed, for the most part, and it had once again become a simple farming world. It was a quiet place, and as her rented swoop bike raced over the fields, the wind rustled some of the grains under her. Occasionally, she could make out the distant shape of some farmstead and the evidence it indicated of a life of hard, if not rewarding, work. It was a planet mainly removed from galactic affairs for years now, a place for peace and retirement after years of war, and it would explain why the person she was seeking had settled here.
Not that she ever could settle in place this quiet, but she could see the appeal.
Her mom had never lost track of the woman, keeping a very quiet tab on her. Not that it would have been too difficult, as the woman and her husband had first become Journeyman Protectors of the planet before assuming... what did it mean to be a warlord over a planet when the planet itself was about rugged individualism and community. Nerra would love to know the answer to that question, and it was only one of the reasons she had volunteered to come to the world in place of her mom. One of the others was safely tucked away in the satchel secured on the side of her swoop, the one her mom had given her.
The HUD of her riding goggles indicated she was nearing the homestead designated as the Treicolts. With a deep breath and the curiosity inherited from her mom, she wondered just how this day might go.