Relive The Golden Years.

[Dezoti]

[member="Xander Carrick"] was a man Krest knew so very well. The pair had grown up together in the old Templar Order, and while the Zabrak fell to darkness, Carrick chose the light, joining the Jedi. They became enemies. But that was the past, so long ago, and the old Templar simply wanted to reunite with his old friend. To do that, however, the Zabrak needed to find him. And he hadn't yet. Who he did find was his daughter, [member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"] . She, too, was a Jedi, and as his daughter she must know how to contact him, right? Only one way to find out.

Within a simple cantina on Tatooine he waited, dressed in simple mercenary clothing. On his person as per normal he wore his sword and his gun on opposite hips. Krest was always sure to be armed, whether he was meeting a friend or not. Never know what could happen after all. in his hands was tea, and casually he drank it. Now it was up to the daughter to show herself.

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

It was strange how the force whisper to her of late. Even more so when it came finding her out on her own more and more. At less what would one so young like her being doing in well a place like this. Only thing that had those guessing just who was behind the helmet and armor. As she moved from the beating down twin suns to inside a place. It seem like a place of scum and the likes. Wondering now if anything that would be more then anything.

Inside somewhere there was one waiting that could shied more light on who her dad was in her younger years. Even then she moved it seem wearing her armor was the smartest idea of date for her. Then taking all her books with her having her nose stuck in it. Wondering now if anything if one like her could back out. Shaking her head some what as she looked around at the very descriptions that was given to her by her father old friend [member="Krest"] .

Taking little to no time to spot this one. As she let herself find her way towards the one known to her as Krest. It was ask of her be as she did get there she slowly removed her own visor before speaking. "Hello, I believe your waiting for me."

 

[Dezoti]

"Indeed, you are. Freyia, aye?" A wave of his hand was offered to a nearby chair. "Please, take a seat. We have much to talk about." Sort of. Where the conversation would go between [member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"] and himself would have. He looked over the girl for a moment, noting her armor. Fearful of the thugs living on this desolate world then? No problem with that, this wasn't the best planet after all. "Anything you want to drink lass?"