The Repertoire had crossed into Mandalorian Space roughly a couple hours prior to Caedyn's message being relayed to the last known location of [member="Loreena Arenais"], whom to his knowledge was still training under her mentor, [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] or some such name. The young man wasn't exactly clear on what was good for Mandalorian etiquette, his father knew next to nothing about them despite his mother's supposed heritage to them, and she often refused to talk about them for fear of having to associate with them as far as Caedyn had been able to tell, thus it was only natural that he wound up being rather clueless to his Sisters day-to-day dealings when he himself had been gone for several years to study under the Je'daii Order. At one point, Lori had come to visit him on Tython at the temple of Stav Kesh, yet the stay had been brief due to his training regiment at the time. Since then however, with his Master having given a bit more time to accommodate Caedyn's new desire to explore the galaxy, [member="Asha Hex"] hadn't been so discouraged when he stated that he wished to visit his Sister; her only real command being that he look after himself !
Getting back on topic...-He sat there all relaxed and alone within the rather expensive looking vessel that had been paid with Commenori credits, holding all the right official credentials of a bird of the Commenor Systems Alliance, were anyone to fly his way and try to scoop him up. Once upon a time there had been Adelle Ciryal who would have been with him, she his former pilot and hired gun for his and his Sister's protection; only she had been associated with his father during the same time that Veiere Arenais had been branded a traitor and enemy of the state, thus when he had fallen into exile and disappeared, there'd been no one left to vouch for Adelle and while she had been really nice to Caedyn, she had left as she'd no longer been getting paid and he'd since been taught how to pilot by Master Hex.
Abandonment Issues seemed to be a bit of a thing these days, he had to suppose. First their Dad had proven to be a traitor, killer and all-round bad guy (which was hella confusing after a life of being loved and treated like royalty by him); and then his personal pilot, she of whom Caedyn thought had cared about him, had tucked her tail and fled at the lack of credits coming her way. All this to say that Caedyn's independence had certainly grown, though he hadn't exactly been given a whole lot of choice, he had learned to accept these things for the sake of not having any say in the matter. Life was simply that much more difficult outside of Commenor.
Though he did appreciate one thing nowadays, out here he wasn't treated like the Prince of an Empire.
Somewhere south of Mandalorian Space probably closest to Commenor from there, Caedyn sat at his ship's controls leaning back in the pilots chair with his feet kicked up atop the dash and little Ashla in his lap having almost fallen asleep to his left hands massaging her around the ears. The adorable little Yorshi was the light of Caedyn's life most days given his general lack of friends outside of his own Master and his older peers within the Je'daii. He wasn't exactly the most out-going social type when it came to hunting down people who might like to play with him and recently the only two possibly friend-like people he had met had been [member="Beth Australis"] who had tried to set him up in a pretend skirmish, and [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] who had gotten lost in the Capital City of their home-world. Both were girls, and while near to his age, Caedyn was the least confident person around the opposite sex and even less experienced having never had a girlfriend or for that matter actually met any of his Master's friends or new if she had a boyfriend...-Well, you get the point !
Getting back on topic...-He sat there all relaxed and alone within the rather expensive looking vessel that had been paid with Commenori credits, holding all the right official credentials of a bird of the Commenor Systems Alliance, were anyone to fly his way and try to scoop him up. Once upon a time there had been Adelle Ciryal who would have been with him, she his former pilot and hired gun for his and his Sister's protection; only she had been associated with his father during the same time that Veiere Arenais had been branded a traitor and enemy of the state, thus when he had fallen into exile and disappeared, there'd been no one left to vouch for Adelle and while she had been really nice to Caedyn, she had left as she'd no longer been getting paid and he'd since been taught how to pilot by Master Hex.
Abandonment Issues seemed to be a bit of a thing these days, he had to suppose. First their Dad had proven to be a traitor, killer and all-round bad guy (which was hella confusing after a life of being loved and treated like royalty by him); and then his personal pilot, she of whom Caedyn thought had cared about him, had tucked her tail and fled at the lack of credits coming her way. All this to say that Caedyn's independence had certainly grown, though he hadn't exactly been given a whole lot of choice, he had learned to accept these things for the sake of not having any say in the matter. Life was simply that much more difficult outside of Commenor.
Though he did appreciate one thing nowadays, out here he wasn't treated like the Prince of an Empire.
