Private The Hunt

[Valery Noble]

Nar Shaddaa

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Outfit: Dress | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in purse)

"Is that why you're doing this work?" Valery asked with that same, soft tone of voice, "So you can go home?" She might not understand the culture of his people the way he does, but she does understand the importance of home. Of being there with your own people, friends or family.

It put everything in perspective — his determination, but also his hesitation. Did he really want to hunt, hurt, or even kill people? Or did he just want to do whatever it took to get home?

That inner conflict must be tough on the soul.

"Is there no other way?" Valery then asked him, "Or do you have to complete this hunt?"

Rissk ​

 

[Rissk]

Rissk narrowed his eyes. Why was she asking so many questions?

It wasn't like she cared, right?

"I..." There was a little rawness in his voice, which he ironed out to continue speaking. "We Trandoshans, we have an afterlife. Our accomplishments, our hunts, are tallied by our Goddess. The more glory we earn in life, the better the rest of eternity is. It'sss a fate worse than death to die without it. And... I have none."

His jaw worked, undirected anger catching his chest. "My parents sent me away to save my soul. So I can prove to the Ssscorekeeper I'm worthy. Then I can go home."

"S-so... there you go. 'Course, a Jedi wouldn't get it." He shook his head. "Why am I even telling you about this?"

It did feel good to talk about it. No one else had cared enough to ask, since his exile.

- Valery Noble -

 

[Valery Noble]

Nar Shaddaa

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Outfit: Dress | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in purse)

"I might not know everything about your culture and live my life with it in mind, but I want to understand it." Knowing that these hunts were tied to their belief in an afterlife explained a lot. It's why he was so determined, why his people would never give up and always do whatever they needed to for their hunt.

To them, it wasn't a choice.

"Does it matter who you hunt?" she then asked, "I've heard of your people capturing Wookiees to hunt them, but that doesn't sound like the kind of hunt you'd want to do." It was an assumption, but his hesitation throughout the night had led her to believe that his morals made it hard to just go after anything that moved.

"There are terrible people in this Galaxy who are wanted. Why not hunt for them?"

Rissk ​

 

[Rissk]

"I've heard of your people capturing Wookiees to hunt them, but that doesn't sound like the kind of hunt you'd want to do."

Rissk froze, panic flooding his limbs. He swore he could smell burning hair in the air... but it was just his imagination.

How did she know?

Rissk's frown didn't relent. "It doesn't matter what I want." At least, that was the rhetoric of his species. "I'll get over myself eventually, and then I will be found worthy, and then they'll welcome me back. Sssimple as that." There was no other option, in his eyes.

"I'm either gonna learn to be a killer, or... die trying." He sounded more dejected than he meant to.

Picking up his small pack, Rissk made his way towards the door, empty shotgun slung over his shoulder. "Room's rented for the night, so stay as long as you need. I've got a job to do."

- Valery Noble -

 

[Valery Noble]

Nar Shaddaa

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Outfit: Dress | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in purse)

"There is always a choice," Valery said when he paused at the door after silently listening to him. He didn't need to convince her of anything — he had no reason to even explain anything to her. But after hearing him speak and picking up on the tone of his voice, she felt like he was still trying to convince himself. How couldn't his people be right?

Their way had been theirs for millennia.

"Thank you for bringing me here," Valery finally added with a soft smile, "Good luck out there." She wasn't going to stop him or try to convince him what was right or wrong. He had helped her as much as she had helped him, so she saw no trouble in letting him go.

Her only hope was that everything that happened today would be something he reflected on.

Rissk ​