Laira Darkhold
Well-Known Member
//To: [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]
//From: Shukalar, Alderaan
//Re: Illum
I've been made aware of what happened. My wife and I extend our condolences to the loss of the Younglings. It was a tragedy, and something I would like to keep from repeating.
I have some things from Illum with me on Alderaan you may want. Come by and pick them up, or send a subordinate if you must. I understand why you would be apprehensive. Just know that if you do come, you have my word, and more importantly the word of Queen Organa, you will not be harmed in her sovereign system.
Draco Vereen
End.//
Draco typed out the message and looked out of the wood structure. Frost was beginning to set in, the wooden building was small, built with a dozen other small structures around it, all of wood. A single Kom'rk-class was parked behind the settlement, and maybe thirty Mandalorian men, women, and children lived in the vicinity. They were out in the middle of nowhere, with nothing around for miles.
[member="Arrbi Betna"] would awaiting a response, not that he would like what he got told. He was responsible for the Raid, even if Raxis had usurped his authority and battlefield etiquette as often as the youngster could. Draco didn't like that one, too preachy, too certain everyone else had to conform to his idea of what it meant to be Mandalorian. To Draco, that meant freedom to choose your path, to take the hard road at every turn just to prove you can, to stand up and be heard, and actually hold your ground. But to others, it meant killing Jetti from all ages.
Regardless, Draco's on personal feelings meant he could never truly support the killing of children, nor the taking of slaves. He understood that both would happen to some degree, and accepted that, but that didn't mean it wasn't something to fight against.
//From: Shukalar, Alderaan
//Re: Illum
I've been made aware of what happened. My wife and I extend our condolences to the loss of the Younglings. It was a tragedy, and something I would like to keep from repeating.
I have some things from Illum with me on Alderaan you may want. Come by and pick them up, or send a subordinate if you must. I understand why you would be apprehensive. Just know that if you do come, you have my word, and more importantly the word of Queen Organa, you will not be harmed in her sovereign system.
Draco Vereen
End.//
Draco typed out the message and looked out of the wood structure. Frost was beginning to set in, the wooden building was small, built with a dozen other small structures around it, all of wood. A single Kom'rk-class was parked behind the settlement, and maybe thirty Mandalorian men, women, and children lived in the vicinity. They were out in the middle of nowhere, with nothing around for miles.
[member="Arrbi Betna"] would awaiting a response, not that he would like what he got told. He was responsible for the Raid, even if Raxis had usurped his authority and battlefield etiquette as often as the youngster could. Draco didn't like that one, too preachy, too certain everyone else had to conform to his idea of what it meant to be Mandalorian. To Draco, that meant freedom to choose your path, to take the hard road at every turn just to prove you can, to stand up and be heard, and actually hold your ground. But to others, it meant killing Jetti from all ages.
Regardless, Draco's on personal feelings meant he could never truly support the killing of children, nor the taking of slaves. He understood that both would happen to some degree, and accepted that, but that didn't mean it wasn't something to fight against.