The nice Vanagor died, now you get me.

Crait
Old Rebel Base
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This place…
It was salty… put him in the mood for cured meats.
Buster was having a BLAST playing with a couple of Vulptices, running and hopping around. That made the trip worthwhile, but it was clear he was going to have to find another location. Nothing here was pointing to the person he was looking for… someone who had once called so many here…
… no… not

He wasn’t a weak kid anymore. He did not look at her as “Auntie Romi”, no not anymore, he had no hatred towards her, or even ill feelings, but really just someone slowly breaking under the state of the galaxy. No, not the wars, not the constant threats, Connel was losing something in himself.
Maybe that is why he is out here… finally keeping his father’s promise…