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Arla could see the ship in the distance atop a mountain with an excellent view of the surrounding landscape as she swooped in on the chirodactyl she had used to ride to the top. It was an isolated meeting point where they could be alone and not worry about being interrupted, overheard, or anything else. And ultimately, it was about the view as well. It was breathtaking.
The large, bat-like creature landed a short distance down from the ship and she dismounted. Despite the heavy subject weighing on her mind, she was glad to see the armor clad figure who had arrived there. Armor that would be terrifying to virtually anyone who saw it was a warming comfort to her because she knew the man inside it for her entire life.
She moved over toward him and threw her arms around him in a tight hug. Uncle Dub! she said with an uncharacteristically large smile. Dub, short for W, short for Wraith was the name she had called him her entire life because insufferably she still didn't know his real name.
That was for another time, though, and despite it all, he had been the closest thing she'd had to a father figure for most of her life.
She released the hug and stepped back. I'm glad you were able to come. I... need your advice, she said. Things had become complicated, and although she knew he was a retired Sith, he was - as was her mother - retired. What he had pursued since then, she didn't know, but his perspective was going to be quite different from most people's. That was why she had - quite unusually - asked him to come. That fact alone told him the gravity of her concerns, and she was sure he was smart enough to put the two and two together.
The large, bat-like creature landed a short distance down from the ship and she dismounted. Despite the heavy subject weighing on her mind, she was glad to see the armor clad figure who had arrived there. Armor that would be terrifying to virtually anyone who saw it was a warming comfort to her because she knew the man inside it for her entire life.
She moved over toward him and threw her arms around him in a tight hug. Uncle Dub! she said with an uncharacteristically large smile. Dub, short for W, short for Wraith was the name she had called him her entire life because insufferably she still didn't know his real name.
That was for another time, though, and despite it all, he had been the closest thing she'd had to a father figure for most of her life.
She released the hug and stepped back. I'm glad you were able to come. I... need your advice, she said. Things had become complicated, and although she knew he was a retired Sith, he was - as was her mother - retired. What he had pursued since then, she didn't know, but his perspective was going to be quite different from most people's. That was why she had - quite unusually - asked him to come. That fact alone told him the gravity of her concerns, and she was sure he was smart enough to put the two and two together.