The End Narrator
Narrator
Aaralyn sat on the edge of the ramp to the freighter ‘The Ardent’, Aaralyn’s pride and joy. The beat up YT-2400 had seen better days, in-fact she was most likely due for periodical maintenance and probably some downtime after being out in the space lanes for so long. Sure, she could fly that XJ-7 that was stored in the cargo area of the Ardent, but she opted not to – atleast not right now. Her knees remained propped up against her chest as she rested her chin against her kneecaps, sighing roughly as she stared out into the dimly lit docking bay.
The cool night air sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to stretch her legs out and rub her arms swiftly, trying to get the chill to go away. Aaralyn had sent a message to [member="Falcon Gyndar"] – a vague one at that and per the norm, she waited several hours before he would show. Not that it was his fault, the Mandalorians were making him work full tilt – and she rarely saw him as it were. Maybe now they could actually spend some time, since she gave relinquished her oath as Sword. Just maybe she could now focus on other things.
Like finding [member="Rhyen Gyndar"] and Mira.
Word came to her via the Hutt’s that Mira was sold off by [member="Darth Vornskr"] but before she could be delivered, she had escaped. During her whole misadventure across the Galaxy – Mira managed to elude Aaralyn until Hoth where the two of them encountered each other in a vicious verbal battle that left the elder Gyndar numb. When Aaralyn finally came to her senses, Mira was gone again – a fugitive not only from her family but from the Hutt’s and Force knows who else. Aaralyn didn’t understand why Mira just didn’t stop and let her family help her, was it pride? Was it a sense of duty? No, those were foolish notions – there had to be a reason the girl kept running.
Then like a ton of bricks, it hit Aaralyn – hard.
“She was ashamed…” She murmured as she looked up at the top of the ramp opening, groaning loudly as she laid out flat. “I’m such an idiot, I should have known that…” Both hands would come to her face and rub her flesh gently. “I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out before.”
The cool night air sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to stretch her legs out and rub her arms swiftly, trying to get the chill to go away. Aaralyn had sent a message to [member="Falcon Gyndar"] – a vague one at that and per the norm, she waited several hours before he would show. Not that it was his fault, the Mandalorians were making him work full tilt – and she rarely saw him as it were. Maybe now they could actually spend some time, since she gave relinquished her oath as Sword. Just maybe she could now focus on other things.
Like finding [member="Rhyen Gyndar"] and Mira.
Word came to her via the Hutt’s that Mira was sold off by [member="Darth Vornskr"] but before she could be delivered, she had escaped. During her whole misadventure across the Galaxy – Mira managed to elude Aaralyn until Hoth where the two of them encountered each other in a vicious verbal battle that left the elder Gyndar numb. When Aaralyn finally came to her senses, Mira was gone again – a fugitive not only from her family but from the Hutt’s and Force knows who else. Aaralyn didn’t understand why Mira just didn’t stop and let her family help her, was it pride? Was it a sense of duty? No, those were foolish notions – there had to be a reason the girl kept running.
Then like a ton of bricks, it hit Aaralyn – hard.
“She was ashamed…” She murmured as she looked up at the top of the ramp opening, groaning loudly as she laid out flat. “I’m such an idiot, I should have known that…” Both hands would come to her face and rub her flesh gently. “I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out before.”
