Kalyn Tyree
Character
The Zygerrians, anyone but the Zygerrians...
Kalyn fumed about the hallways of the Jedi Temple unable to sit, unable to stand still. This was ridiculous! She couldn't believe they weren't going to let her go out. The Zygerrian Slave Trade had started back up again. The first time since she was rescued from that wretched place.
She'd brought the issue up with everyone she could think, not a single one of them seeming to care too much into the issue. Wasn't bothering them too much so there was no need to initiate any sort of plan of action to put a stop to their organisation. Kalyn obviously disagreed with this. And wouldn't stand for it.
She may have been told not to go, that it was unnecessary, but that wasn't going to stop her. Having the Slave Trade reassemble itself made some of Kalyn's early memories and experiences resurface, they plagued her mind and compelled her to do something about it. So that no one else would have to go through what she had once gone through. No one should have to.
She paced down the hallways thinking about what she was going to do, how she was going to go about it. She gave one look back, her head turning and looking over her shoulder. Contemplating what she was about to do, unsure whether it was the right course of action or not. Right or wrong she wouldn't be able to continue knowing she didn't o anything about it.
She exited the Jedi Temple and made her way to a nearby aircraft waiting along the side of a spaceport, punching in coordinates she headed to somewhere she hoped she would be able to gain some help.
Off to Commenor...
[member="Helios Venth"]
Kalyn fumed about the hallways of the Jedi Temple unable to sit, unable to stand still. This was ridiculous! She couldn't believe they weren't going to let her go out. The Zygerrian Slave Trade had started back up again. The first time since she was rescued from that wretched place.
She'd brought the issue up with everyone she could think, not a single one of them seeming to care too much into the issue. Wasn't bothering them too much so there was no need to initiate any sort of plan of action to put a stop to their organisation. Kalyn obviously disagreed with this. And wouldn't stand for it.
She may have been told not to go, that it was unnecessary, but that wasn't going to stop her. Having the Slave Trade reassemble itself made some of Kalyn's early memories and experiences resurface, they plagued her mind and compelled her to do something about it. So that no one else would have to go through what she had once gone through. No one should have to.
She paced down the hallways thinking about what she was going to do, how she was going to go about it. She gave one look back, her head turning and looking over her shoulder. Contemplating what she was about to do, unsure whether it was the right course of action or not. Right or wrong she wouldn't be able to continue knowing she didn't o anything about it.
She exited the Jedi Temple and made her way to a nearby aircraft waiting along the side of a spaceport, punching in coordinates she headed to somewhere she hoped she would be able to gain some help.
Off to Commenor...
[member="Helios Venth"]