To avoid stagnation with the open thread, optimally only two others will join before it becomes Ask. This is death disabled, however, so combat is non lethal but optional.
Gale didn’t expect to be making this journey so soon after his promotion, but the human supposed it was necessary. After all, with his current rank, he now had the right to travel where he chose without seeking clearance from High Command, a small blessing in itself. He was, at last, finally home - a place that mixed both positive and negative memories for him.
Sulon was a farming planet primarily, and the old farmhouse he and his family once occupied had been sold off by the local guilds after his parent’s death. He was here to take it back, and have an alternative location to sleep other than his service starship and barracks. There was another reason he wished to reclaim the home however - it simply made sense to him, the land would have gone to him by law, but was stolen. None here had the power to stop him, not that he could yet tell.
The home itself was one of several farmhouses that dotted the flatlands of Sulon, far enough apart for Agriculture, but stringed together in a mock settlement. Local hired guns, mercenaries and security droids patrolled the gated community, hired by individual farmers to protect their crops and livestock, yet none paid him any heed. The cylindrical pale building stuck out to him like a thumb as he pulled the rented speeder up along the side of the property, sighing. This family had made good credits, it seemed.
“Hello, my name is Lieutenant Gale. I’m here to speak to the holder of the deed to this property.”
“Gale? Alright, I’ll let ‘em know. Just keep your hands to yourself and we won’t have an issue.”
Gale smiled falsely at the commoner, gently chuckling and patting his holstered blaster. It was clipped into place, and so harder to draw. But even if the guard raised his rifle, the man had no way to know Gale’s saber was beneath the folds of his crimson cloak. They were no threat to him. A younger man, seeming only ten years older than he a shaggy bush for hair and his young wife emerged from the entrance, genuinely smiling as they approached.
“So, Lieutenant. What can I do for you? Unfortunately, the farm isn’t for sale-”
“Don’t worry. I don’t intend to purchase, I just want permission to look around. My family used to live here... it would be nice to see it again.”
The young man paused, visibly displaying awareness to the pain in Gale’s voice. The young lady immediately chimed in, smiling to soothe the emotions.
“You must be Morgan’s son? I heard about the accident - I’m so sorry. They were good people.”
Gale’s chest tightened at the mention of his late father’s name. An old, familiar pain. He was home.