Raise Warriors | Safira & Kaia

[Isran Varad]

R A I S E​

W A R R I O R S​

GOLBAH CITY
LOCAL TIME: 1115

It had been eight long years.

Nearly a decade ago, the simple days of their household had been interrupted. Up until the fateful day, Isley personally settled into a routine that he was pleased to call his life. With conflict rampaging about the stars, he and his beloveds had no shortage of work. Selling their services on the battlefield always fetched them a handsome stack of credits - and then hunting residual bounties kept their accounts nice and fat for months to come. The end result was a slight elevation to their station in life.

The trio went from a rough apartment on the edge of Golbah City's sprawl to one overlooking the metropolitian skyline. It was not the priciest in the Galaxy, but the vew was certainly worth the monthly dent in their expenses. Moreover, they wanted for nothing. Isley wanted for nothing. He had found happiness - and love - in the arms of his [member="Nya"] and his [member="Safira Varad"]. But, as these things often went, cycles were meant to be broken. And the cycle concluded when [member="Kaia Verd"] entered their lives.

The day in question was like any other at first. A contract fell into their laps from the Confederacy proper: a sweep of a cell that was flushing their planets with a new form of death stick. Go in, put them to the sword, get paid. The resulting firefight was nothing out of the ordinary - until the lab went up in flames. But even then, the job wasn't done and the Mandalorian duo were unphased. The mission would have concluded like any other...were it not for Safira pleading for him to stop advancing on the enemy for just a few moments.

That plea introduced him to a child who had no business being in the middle of a firefight. Let alone a deathstick den. And - after quick a bit more pleading on the part of his partner - so began Kaia's life as their own. The addition to their family was full of growing pains, ups, downs...and Isley wouldn't have changed any of it for the world. It had been eight long years since that day - and now the duo had a sixteen year old warrior on their hands. One who was strong, quick on her feet, and eager to prove herself.

Isley was happy to give her plenty of opportunities to do so. And their relationship had always stood upon that warrior foundation. But, at the behest of Safira, there were times that the Mandalorian had to take off the buy'ce and be just a parent. There were...rare...instances where it was just fine to be her father and nothing more. The present was one such occasion. Though he yet kept a blaster tucked within the rear of his pants, the beskar'gam and the arsenal was to be left at home. And the Mandalorian - as promised - would spend some time with his family.

No contracts. No explosions. Just the city, a gaping hole in his wallet, and his girls. What could possibly go awry?

In the present, Isley was the first to be dressed and ready in their apartment. He sat in the living room, feet kicked up with remote in hand, counting the seconds as Safira and Kaia readied themselves. It was ironic - they could put on full suits of armor in record time. But anything else? He could get through a full season of Not My Mand'alor with time to spare. Ah well. At least this season was getting good.

[member="Safira Varad"] | [member="Kaia Verd"]​

 

[Kaia Verd]

[SIZE=10.5pt]That fateful day 8 years ago had changed more about Kaia's life than it had either of her parents, though it changed all of their lives she had several changes happen that day[/SIZE]. That day she had been but a small child in the middle of a bad situation that turned disastrous in a matter of seconds. It all was a blur to her now, she remembered being in trouble. She had stolen from the wrong people and wound up being taken to that warehouse to be punished. That plan had gone off the rails quickly when the two Mandalorians arrived on the scene to put an end to the gang, she had barely gotten just far enough from the stockpile of thermal detonators that she didn’t get caught in the explosion or the shrapnel from it. However, the shockwave did get her, it caused her ear drums to both simultaneously burst and shattered most of the bones in the middle of her ears causing her permanent hearing loss. She was then picked up by the two who’s most auspicious arrival allowed her to escape almost certain death.

[SIZE=10.5pt]She had grown much from that encounter, however the one thing that remained the same was that she needed the use of a hearing aide to hear at all. However, the hearing aide she had only worked 30% of the time. She had grown to love her life with her parents, her father sometimes was a bit much to handle with all his Mandalorian training that he wanted her to do as well, which she did without fault.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]All of these things raced through her head as she readied herself for her trip with her parents. She woke up with the dawn as she did every day, she took a shower as she did every day, she took pride in the way she looked. As soon as she finished that she would take a moment to just breathe and get herself together. She dressed in a plain white shirt that was shorter than the standard hanging just above her belly button. She paired this with a black mid-thigh length skirt, under this she put a blaster pistol in a thigh holster she often wore when she dawned civilian clothing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Having finished dressing she grabbed her hearing aide and put it on, the sounds all around her would become clear. Speeders zooming outside her window, the city came alive at dawn with all manner of sounds. As she made her way to the front room she would smile. She came into the room and greeted her dad “Hey dad” She said as she took a seat on the couch.[/SIZE]

[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Safira Haran]

[member=Isley Verd] | [member=Kaia Verd]​

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Sunlight played through the thin glass windows, illuminating the soundly sleeping woman underneath it in a bright yellow glow. Safira groaned. Her fingers reached out for the satin pillow she rested her head on. When they finally found purchase on the silky material she threw it over the ebony curls on her head that stuck out erratically in wild directions. Once the intruding light had once again been cast into darkness, she began to search for either one of the bodies that should have been beside her.

Instead of the gentle heat that ordinarily radiated under the sheets, Safira was met with the icy indentations of where her lovers had been lying. The raven haired beauty groaned again. Mornings were the worst. It took her a full ten minutes to work up the motivation to sit up in bed, and another five to convince herself to actually get out of it. By the time she managed to turn her hearing aids on, and after cursing profusely at the feedback that rang through her ears, she could hear the distant hum of the tv mumbling through some crap that Isley had decided to put on.

Another ten minutes past where she hummed about what outfit she was going to wear, and battled with the unpredictable ringlets hanging down by her face. By the time she was ready some of the grogg from a well deserved sleep had cleared, but it always took Safira longer to wake than it did everyone else.

Safira padded her way through the hallway, face slightly sour at the mild chill the tiled floor spread through her feet. The closer she crept to their living room the louder the pitter-patter of the shower became. At least she knew where Nya was. ‘Isley?’ Her voice croaked out as she reached to rub the sleep from her eyes. ‘Kaia?’ Safira turned the corner, bringing their recently updated living room into view. It was a sea of modern monochrome and silver furniture, glinting brightly in the new morning sun.

Nestled on the sofa were the very reasons for the smile that came over her sleepy expression. ‘Good morning.’ As she walked past her family toward the kitchen she greeted Isley with a soft kiss placed ontop of his head, and a playful ruffle of her daughter’s thick black hair. It was ironic how much the two looked alike, considering Kaia had actually been adopted, but that was part of the reason why it had been so easy to convince Isley to agree to it. It had felt like an age since that day, and much had changed since then, but Safira wasn’t really in the right mind to consider it further. The smell of a hot cup of caf was too tempting to ignore, and the closer she came to the kitchen the stronger the scent was.

When the viscous liquid had settled in the ceramic mug, Safira joined her small family on the sofa. Lithe legs tucked up onto the plush cushions to stretch out over her lover’s legs. With both hands nursing the steaming cup, Safira raised a well pruned brow. ‘So, whats the plan for today?’