Noah Corek
Cocked, Locked and a Smoking Barrel
Noah nodded at Kahlil's words, remembering those times all too well and most of the time wanting to forget those times. "Yeah, wasn't there when Mandalore fell. I was ordered by Mand'alor to keep the children safe and evacuate my clan and kin to help make sure that our people could rebuild." He shifted in the chair uncomfortably, obviously still wrestling with that order and its outcome years later, thankful that Kahlil asked how Yasha was doing.
"She's doing great right now. She was wounded during the battle for Mand'alor and spent the better part of a year in rehabilitation and recovery. She now plies her trade as a botanist and helps developing worlds terraform their environments, produce better crop yields and that sort of thing. She loves it to be honest." He was all smiles when he mentioned Yasha's new line of work, knowing just how much she enjoyed the work was enough to make Noah happy.
"She's doing great right now. She was wounded during the battle for Mand'alor and spent the better part of a year in rehabilitation and recovery. She now plies her trade as a botanist and helps developing worlds terraform their environments, produce better crop yields and that sort of thing. She loves it to be honest." He was all smiles when he mentioned Yasha's new line of work, knowing just how much she enjoyed the work was enough to make Noah happy.