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Talia sat down across from him, listening to him as he mentioned about how she had been hurt by the disappearance. In truth, it was something she never coped with very well. She had felt abandoned, and she had blamed Ral for it. Back then, everyone had been scattered. Caedryn was out of the picture, Prudii was on the opposite side of the war leading Death Watch and Bardan was missing. She had felt entirely alone then, and Ral had only made it worse.
She grinned as he mentioned not seeing the penthouse, “It was a different chapter of my life. Who I am now is closer to the person you knew before,” She mused out loud. Republic space was where she had been truly a different person with no real semblance of her Mando roots present. She was privately very thankful to have the old kinship back, and even more blessed to have her old friends welcoming her like family.
“Nah, you can visit Buir whenever you want, always,” Talia watched him as he muttered about telling her father about them, “I think he’ll say something to the effect of ‘about damn time!’” Talia chuckled at her impression of her father, “He has been rooting for you since day one.”
As the waitress came by, Talia ordered the biscuits and bantha sausage gravy. As the woman walked away, Talia turned back to Ral, “Going to see Buir will have to wait. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
She leaned in closer, her more jovial nature suddenly replaced with one more serious, “I’ve been looking into Mirdala’s disappearance and I think I have enough information to do a covert mission into Sith space to get him. I’ll take Dak with me. I’ll probably be gone for some time while I pull the extraction. I need to be able to call for backup in case it goes to shit, so I wanted you to know.”