Alkor Centaris
Son of Liberty
It was the week after Ondreon, and [member="Keira Verd"] insisted that he come home to heal. Not Mandalore, but their home. He was so busy with work that he never made time for the closest people in his life; and while he had always been distant, his sister put her foot down. "How can you call yourself Mando'ad if you don't make time for family?" she had chided him harshy. "You're hurt, you need to take it easy, and you need to let us be there for you."
She was in charge, at the end of the day. If she wanted him to be there, he had a duty to listen. It gave him time to work on his newest project, something on the side he had been keeping under wraps.
It was then that he learned that Asha and Keira had conspired to build him a workshop. It was place on Ashrah where he could work, a reason to spend more time on the world and to come home from Keldabe from time to time. He had no words to describe how thoughtful it was.
Asha and Alkor rarely saw eye to eye. It was something he never discussed with the woman, and she was content to continue doing her duty to Clan Verd regardless of whether he was there or not. Asha was a good Mandalorian, and Alkor knew it. Better than he would ever be. One day, she'd have a family of her own- a home, made for a lover and their children.
Alkor would never have that.
He took a seat, grunting from the pain as his torso screamed at him from the wounds he had incurred. The kolto injections at various locations around his body constantly pumped a mix of healing fluid and numbing agents that did just barely enough to keep him up. Being a stubborn bastard got him the rest of the way.
"You should be resting," the blonde girl said flatly as she walked into the room without knocking. "You're pushing yourself too hard."
"I can't sleep, Asha," he said tiredly. "I've got so much to do. So many things-"
"They'll be there when you get back, she promised as she crouched next to his chair. She looked up at him, head rested on her arms as she folded them over his leg. "You've got to make sure you stay alive. You're important to the aliit."
He looked down at her and smiled. "No," he responded softly. "You all don't need me. You've proved that all this time. I'm sorry for putting my problems all on you."
She lightly pushed her clenched fist to his ribs, and he groaned as the agony twisted his gut. "Stop talking like that," she sounded far more serious, "or I'll hit you harder. Keira! Come in here!"
She was in charge, at the end of the day. If she wanted him to be there, he had a duty to listen. It gave him time to work on his newest project, something on the side he had been keeping under wraps.
It was then that he learned that Asha and Keira had conspired to build him a workshop. It was place on Ashrah where he could work, a reason to spend more time on the world and to come home from Keldabe from time to time. He had no words to describe how thoughtful it was.
Asha and Alkor rarely saw eye to eye. It was something he never discussed with the woman, and she was content to continue doing her duty to Clan Verd regardless of whether he was there or not. Asha was a good Mandalorian, and Alkor knew it. Better than he would ever be. One day, she'd have a family of her own- a home, made for a lover and their children.
Alkor would never have that.
He took a seat, grunting from the pain as his torso screamed at him from the wounds he had incurred. The kolto injections at various locations around his body constantly pumped a mix of healing fluid and numbing agents that did just barely enough to keep him up. Being a stubborn bastard got him the rest of the way.
"You should be resting," the blonde girl said flatly as she walked into the room without knocking. "You're pushing yourself too hard."
"I can't sleep, Asha," he said tiredly. "I've got so much to do. So many things-"
"They'll be there when you get back, she promised as she crouched next to his chair. She looked up at him, head rested on her arms as she folded them over his leg. "You've got to make sure you stay alive. You're important to the aliit."
He looked down at her and smiled. "No," he responded softly. "You all don't need me. You've proved that all this time. I'm sorry for putting my problems all on you."
She lightly pushed her clenched fist to his ribs, and he groaned as the agony twisted his gut. "Stop talking like that," she sounded far more serious, "or I'll hit you harder. Keira! Come in here!"