Laurent Costeau
Griffon of Ghorman

|| THE WEIGHTS OF RESISTANCE ||
Love Lost - Chapter 1
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REFLECTIONS/PASSAGE
ATRISIA
The serene landscape of Atrisia reminds Laurent of Ghorman. The people are kind, yet principled. The architecture highlight a perfect mash between technological advancement and respect for tradition. The bountiful nature preserved, a reflection of the temperance in their heart. A quick exposure to the homeworld of the Lightsworn instantly shed away most of the prejudice Laurent had of the allegedly militant Jedi Order.
Perhaps they weren't so different after all.
Laurent's participation on the raid of Balmorra was never an impulsive act of angst nor it was of desperation. It was a calculated risk taken by the Old Griffon for two reasons; to disrupt the Empire on their own backyard and to establish a link to the Lightsworn. The rise of an Empire in the core is an existential crisis to Ghorman. Sure, the government is officially a part of the Galactic Alliance, the Front has their own network of resistance, and he had established relationship with The Jedi Order. Yet he is a man who desperately needs to have control over his own sphere of influence; in dire times like this he needs options, he needs all the cards he can get for when the inevitable comes. That's why he hauled a significant amount of equipment from the Balmorra armoury and flew away. The Enclave is rich, and he is not in a good term with the Ghorman Front, he doesn't need the tools. He just knows that the act would get him an invite to the Lightsworn homeground.
And there he is, right at the doorstep of the Ashina Estate. He left the loot on his ship, completely unguarded; a sign of trust and good faith, a peace offering. Draped in the finest Ghorman fabric, tailored to hug his tall figure and broad shoulders with grace, he walked towards the Lightsworn welcoming party.
"It's an honour, Lady Ashina," he greeted the one face he can recognise.