The old pirates smile slid right off her face and she quickly lit another cigarette. Galaar. Of course. One of her fathers stories about him. He'd told a lot of stories about him. Zandra sighed, looking up at the rising smoke from her cigarette. She remembered Galaar. She remembered saving his shebs a few times too. Poor bastard... She'd helped to burn his body herself.
"Galaar... Ya know, Cal wanted to name Corrin after Galaar. I wouldn't let 'im. Thought it might be in bad taste, considerin'... well. Ya know, Cal was a soldier, hell of a good one too. Famous, ya could say. I still get people comin' up to me, askin' about 'im when they hear I was his wife. When he was on your side, ya knew ya couldn't lose. But when he was the one you saw comin' at ya... you jus' said your prayers right there."
She took a long drag of her cigarette.
"I wonder if Galaar said 'is prayers?" she murmured, "Cal was forced to fight his brother. Galaar had been tricked by... doesn't matter by who. They're gone now. One thing I do know for sure, Calico did not want to fight him. My Cal practically begged him to come home. We said we'd take him out fer a drink on Coruscant when he came back. I had it all planned. But... He never came back. He died in that battle. And my Calico was the one ta kill him. They stabbed each other. Calico survived. Galaar died in his arms."
Had Calico ever told his daughter the whole story? She might never know. Zandra was less than alright with discussing it.
"...Calico would be really happy to hear his daughter was honoring his brothers memory this way."
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