Loreena Arenais-Valhoun
Owner of Dar'manda Industries
Lori drew back the string of her bow , a normal arrow knocked in place. Her line of sight followed along the length of the arrow, her cheek resting ever so lightly on her hand. The target in question? One of a half dozen that she had erected earlier in the afternoon. Each bore the upper torso of her enemies: One being





And that was what it had all boiled down to. The Sith Empire had ruined everything that her family had stood for. It had destroyed everything that they had loved, just as

Arrest warrants had been put out for her anywhere within Eternal Empire space, and so if there was anywhere that Lori could spare a moment to breathe, it was well outside of it. The Mid-Rim was as good a place as any. Especially Dahgee. This was where she had cultivated her lightsaber crystal, giving it a unique blade with a jagged tip. That lightsaber was stolen and corrupted by Eskk after he had arrested her. She vowed to get it back from him some day. Yet it wasn't so much the crystal that she had coveted, but the hilt itself, created from pieces of her Dad's Star Destroyer, as well as other bits from her homeworld of Commenor. It was a memento of where she came from.
A few weeks ago Caedyn had informed her of their parents' will, which included some family secrets. Lori didn't want to share them with anyone yet, including with her fiance

That was what her target practice was for. In this day and age, who would be on the lookout for an arrow zipping through the air? They didn't quite catch the same attention that a blaster did. And best of all, they were silent.
Releasing her breath, Lori focused on the target with Eskk's face. She imagined him standing right there in front of her, gloating about how he had corrupted her lightsaber and that it now belonged to him. Instead screaming out her frustrations at having lost the most precious item that she owned; Lori instead released the arrow.
