Darben Skirae
Well-Known Member
Stardust Solus Skirae
Years? Had it been years? For the first year he had been keeping track of how long he had kept his distance away from it all. Conflict and danger, leaving his family behind. Many would call him a coward...many would be correct. And Darben would have taken that to heart almost immediately, and held onto the fact for months on end. It was for that reason he never went back, out of fear of being called such by those he loved.
If it wasn't for that hologram that fell out of his pack. For the figure of his wife and daughters to appear. One big happy family. It caused him three weeks of distress. Ragged, unkempt. Even his store that he had set up was left unattended to, beginning to gather dust. On the end of the third week Darben had reached a decision; he had to put an end to this. Once and for all, put aside his troubles, his cowardice. He used to have so much, it all came crumbling down so quickly.
He sold his small store. Sold that old landspeeder that got him from home to his place of work. Gathered all the credits he had to his name. And spent it all on a single space-faring ticket for the system of Imahaylan. Yet not before sending forth a message, about coming to meet anonymously.
