Requiem of a Lost Friend (Calico Tal'verda)

[Ak'lya]

Sorrow crept into her mind at the sight before her. Kurs'taylir, Mandalore. When Strask had described it to her, it had been a proud city. A place where, even if the cold hounded you at every turn, there was always somewhere to keep it at bay. Now, desolation reigned. The rubble and death was enough to force her to stop in her tracks, watching the carts of debris and bodies being carried away. "It's... It's gone." She managed, her voice quivering as she stared. Even the AI, who more often than not commented on everything she said or saw, was silent. "All of it."

Focus. Find the Alor.

She nodded, slowly walking towards the ruins. careful steps crunched on the snow as she pulled her coat tighter. She wasn't ready to face the man she'd heard so much about. From what Strask had said, the man was a juggernaut, a massive warrior and fearsome combatant. Mandalorians in general were threatening, but those who were worth tracking as well as Strask's file on him were bound to be dangerous or important men. After all, it was rare to see the Bothan be sentimental. It was a waste of resources. "Excuse me?" She asked a man, dressed in the typical set of mandalorian armor, the green standing out in stark contrast to the snow. "I'm looking for a man by the name of Calico. Do you know where I could find him?"

[member="Calico Tal'verda"]