To defend once home.

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore smiled "you have never been to Ryloth, have you?"
[member="Iratann'Dira"]

 

[Iratann'Dira]

Ira smiled a bit, and moved her head from side to side. "N-No.... n-never."

[member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore smiled tinking back of his villeges "wel it is a bautiful planet, a bit dry thoug"
[member="Iratann'Dira"]

 

[Iratann'Dira]

Iratann nods. "Yes... I did read a bit about Ryloth... about it's people, about the culture... I-I just h-hope that everything gets allright when I get there... well, when we get there." She says, as she looks over to the window, putting her arms around her.

[member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore laid a hand on her shoulder "it will be oke, they won't come to any harm"
[member="Iratann'Dira"]

 

[Iratann'Dira]

Iratann looked back at Regore, and nodded, as a bright smile appeared on her face. "R-Regore... you always know how to get people h-happy a-again..." She says, as she rests on her seat, taking a deep breath. She was finding the journey rather relaxing. She loved being in space. She felt in home there, somehow. Perhaps, it was because almost all her life she had been in a spaceship, but, even though she had been mistreated, she always loved the vast, beautiful space that opened in the cockpit, or in the windows.

[member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore smiled "i do wat i can" he took out his ancestors knive and started sharpening it just in case.
[member="Iratann'Dira"]

 

[Iratann'Dira]

Iratann suddenly heard something behind her, and turned her head back, she saw Regore sharpening a knife, that seemed old, however, also appeared to have been made with excellent craftsman skills, so good, it would probably do any weapon smith jealous. "R-Regore..." The Twi'lek said to him. "I-Is that k-knife yours?"

[member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore smiled "it is nowe, but it orignaly belong to a ancestor of mine, lieutenant Laxvan, he was a officer in volunteer core of the grand army of the republic, during the clone wars,"
[member="Iratann'Dira"]

 

[Iratann'Dira]

"Oh!" Ira exclaimed, having never heard about the Clone Wars before. "W-What happened in that war, Regore?" The Twilek asks, shortly after.

[member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore smiled " it was like a thousand years ago, the republic stil existed and was very powerfull, a confedresy of planets/corperations and organisations under the leaderschip of count Dooku, tried to seperate from the republic by force if they had to, so the republic stroke back, and the clone wars stared, in witch the promarly clone army's of the republic fouth the droid army's of the sepretist acros the galaxy, on both sides peopel like my acestor foucht, volanteers wanting to ficht fore ther believes, the war took years"he looked sad "But at the end the republic my ancester loved and gave evryting to protect was no more, it turnd into the empire betrying the Jedi thad had protected it fore centuries, when my ancestor saw wat hapend he reteried from the army a broken men, the armor i wear belonged to his best friend, a clone comando who was gund down by there own brothers in arms fore tryin to reason whit them and save there Jedi general, my ancestor buried him and took his armor and weapons whit him, not wanting the imeges of his friend to be corrupted by some mindles imp drone" he looked at his armor and the knive " and now i continue my ancestors work fighting fore similar ideals"
[member="Iratann'Dira"]

 

[Iratann'Dira]

"Wow..." The young woman said, "I had no idea... t-that had happened. However, yours is a very noble goal, R-Regore. V-Very noble indeed." Looking at him for a moment, she smiled. "I-I am s-sorry what happened to y-your ancestor... b-but... thanks to him, and his ideals, y-you saved me. And... I-I also f-found a friend."

[member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore smiled " He fouth fore his chaus as do i" he looked at her "your a good friend Iratann, it is pepol like you thad we ficht fore and thad help us rember why we do wat needs to be done" he looked back at his knive as smiled widly "it may be a thousand years apart but, agien a laxvan fought something worth finging fore" he lookd at the knive "lets just hope this brings me the same luk it dit you"
[member="Iratann'Dira"]

 

[Iratann'Dira]

Iratann smiled another bit. "T-Thank y-you, Regore... I-I... I think I had never had a friend before... well... e-except maybe for m-my a-adptive mother, of course... a-and my true family... b-but I remember very little o-of them." She says, a bit sad. She tries to keep her smile, however.

[member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore looked at her "don't worry if they are out there we will find them sooner or later"
[member="Iratann'Dira"]

 

[Iratann'Dira]

Iratann looked at him. "Y-You think? T-They c-could b-be anywhere..."

[member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore noddet "i tink we can, we got eyes and ears evrywere, and a lot of slavers knowe eithsother, you never knowe wat the next captive or futher legioniar will tell" he layd a hand on her shoulder "we will find them" he thuaged "would you be abel to describe them or do you got a pichter or somting like thad of them? If you do we could tell are informands and infeltrators to keep a eye out fore them"
[member="Iratann'Dira"]

 

[Iratann'Dira]

Iratann thinks for a while. "W-Well... I-I... remember t-that... m-my mother... h-had a-always a g-gentle f-face..." The Twi'lek starts, not realizing she is getting a little bit out of theme. "S-She w-was always there... w-when I-I cried... o-or w-when I-I needed s-something... I... I remember t-that." She sighs. "She had green, I-I think... a-a... skin c-color s-similar to m-mine. M-My f-father is the only one I barely r-remember. H-He... h-he loved us. Me and my sister. A-And... h-he had b-blue skin." Taking a short pause, to look over to the window, she continues. "A-And... my sister... s-she... I-I remember t-that she had the same skin like m-me... e-even the s-same face... I-I... think... we could had been t-twins." Then, she adds. "Now... t-the one I-I remember t-the most was my second mother. Umm... m-my a-adoptive m-mother, if you w-will. S-She w-was a R-Rodian... a-and... she although s-she could b-be stern, she loved me. And was a-always watching for me."

[member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore wrote down evryting she siad "wel your sister should be findebel, but there are a lot of twi'leck's and rodians in out there, is there any ting more you remember? any spesific marks, anyting thad makes them stand out?" he handet the notes of her sister to cena and told her to get the word out.
[member="Iratann'Dira"]

 

[Iratann'Dira]

Iratann tries to remember something. For a while, she is quiet, until he remembers something. "W-Well... m-my adoptive m-mother h-has p-purple hair... a-and... s-she... I think that once I saw... that her lower back had this huge scars. I-I a-asked... a-and she told me i-it had been a-a.... umm... a swamp beast... from her homeworld, or something like that..." She then thinks about her biological parents. "N-Now... f-for m-my parents..." She tries her best to think of something, however, she looks down after a while. "I-I... I-I can't... I-I can't..." She starts crying a bit.

[member="Regor Laxvan"]