Private Fateful Reunion

[Yuri Maji]

Alderaan | Aldera
Tags | Vera Noble

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Alderaan was a hell of a place. Truly a shining gem in the galaxy, with its mountains, forests and stunning architecture. Yuri couldn't help but linger on the cliff for a few moments before continuing with his descent along its face. If only his reason for the visit could match the beauty of the planet, but even in a paradise such as this it wasn't hard to find the usual scum of the galaxy.

The climb was incredibly dangerous and the Shistavanen nearly met his end a couple times with the free climbing, only to recover before he was able to fall to his death. It took all of his strength and endurance to reach the bottom, but when he did it felt like a victory. He adjusted the straps of his backpack, tugged at his tank top and looked up at the cliff face with an exhausted grin before making his way to where he left his speeder. He arrived earlier than needed specifically to camp out and see the beauty of the planet he heard so much about. Vacation was over, though, and it was time to do what Mandalorians were good at.

According to his client, the target was some political big wig that Yuri never heard of. Not too much of a surprise, his mom was the political one, he couldn't care. Everyone crapped and died the same, what was there to fuss over? The target rubbed his client up the wrong way and thus had to go, one way or another. According to the intel, there was a chance for a Jedi presence in the capital that could perhaps get involved with the mission, but they wouldn't be a concern. He was tempted to make some noise just to get them involved on purpose, though a target like this would need discretion.

His speeder came to an elegant halt in the parking lot of his hotel and the panting Mandalorian got out, heading up to his room. He was going to need his armour and nightfall would help to keep a low profile. For the moment he could treat himself to a beer and a solid nap on a soft bed.

 

[Vera Noble]

Alderaan

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Tag: Yuri Maji

Vera was exhausted.

She had been on Alderaan with Briana Sal-Soren , her Master, for a few days now. Learning about a new culture and handling some less dangerous assignments. But even without the excitement of a combat heavy mission, Vera found herself quite tired at the end of each day. So, when she made it back to her room at the hotel, she plopped down onto her bed and opened up her datapad.

3 missed calls from Mom already.

Vera sighed and swiped them away for now. She could call back in the morning. Rolling over, she opened up something she felt like reading and focused on it for a little while. Until she felt something familiar. Vera perked up, put away the datapad, and stared at the door for a moment.

That presence...

Rather quickly, she got up to her feet and pushed open the door. She followed her senses and practically ran through the hallway until she stopped in front of a closed door. That presence lingered behind it.

Vera took in a deep breath and knocked.

 

[Yuri Maji]

After a beer or three, and just a hint of spice, the Shistavanen retired to his bed with a heavy sigh and an equally heavy drop onto the heavenly cushions. The weekend was, albeit refreshing, quite a heavy journey and the hotel room felt like a retreat to paradise. Especially if he had to compare it to his freighter. No amount of posters, pictures and pillows could compare to something of this calibre.

Halfway through his self-proclaimed deserved rest, however, a knock on the door stirred him from his deep slumber. The Mandalorian jerked awake with Peace levelled at the doorway to his bedroom before he came to his senses and emerged. He quickly tugged some trousers on and took a swig of water from his bottle as he wandered over to the front door. Who the hell would be knocking at his door? Nobody recognized him and he certainly didn't pay for room service, as far as he was aware. Standing in front of the door, he took another sip of water and hit the control for the door as he hid his pistol behind his back.

The face on the other side of the door caught him by surprise.

"Um, hello?" He muttered, wiping at his eyes to make sure he wasn't mistaking the poor soul for someone else. After a few seconds of squinting, however, he came to the realization that he was not mistaken. "Vera?" He practically recoiled as his eyes widened. A mixture of emotions overcame him for a moment. On one end, any occasion to see his little sis was worth celebrating... on the other, she was on Alderaan. Which meant, on the best case, another Master was accompanying her. Worst case scenario, her mother was here.

"Um... how you keepin'?" He quipped with a faint smile, still gripping his pistol behind the half-opened door. "The hell you doin' on this side of the galaxy? Wasn't expecting to see you out here." He continued, still trying to figure out what the hell she was doing here.

Who the hell was with her? Why was she here? Too many questions, and the wrong person to answer them.

Vera Noble