Private What Sisters Are For

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

An asteroid outpost
Somewhere in the Mandalore Sector

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The small bar inside the asteroid outpost were quiet, with only a few aliens, smugglers and other thugs filling the air with a slight murmur. Her tattooed lekkus rested in front of the long black leather coat, the traditional rylothian headpiece donning her head and an olive green scarf around her neck that she just wanted to hide behind. Green-yellowish eyes stared emptily down into the amber colored liquid that had been served her in a small shot glass made out of metal. Some kind of whiskey of an unknown brand. At least, it were booze, and a strong one at that. Someone had crafted it once, through hard work and a complicated process which included several steps to make it drinkable, even if it weren't even close to being called a premium whiskey.

A chuckle, and a slight smile were elicited upon her lips. The similarity between the whiskey moving around in the glass as she rotated it slowly, and her family wasn't that far fetched. First, there was the team and later on couple of Aloy Vizsla and her, then they had created their daughter Tae'l Vizsla . They had the potential to be and also were a very strong trio, just like the ingredients needed to make a really good and strong whiskey. The only thing was, that the glass actually managed to contain the liquor, and kept it from spreading out on the counter making a mess. A trick which Tan'yill sadly hadn't been able to pull off on her family. Their beloved daughter had disappeared shortly after the the business with the ''Dollmaker'', where Tae'l had introduced a friend and seemed to be rather well. The only explanation she could think of, was that she was held hostage somewhere.

Tan'yill had taken The Recluse to the last reported position of her lost daughter, and had called upon the one she trusted the most, next after her wife and daughter - her sister; Stardust Solus Skirae . She were older and more wise... and Tan'yill had missed her so much during these difficult times... If someone knew what to do or where to begin, it was Star. At least, she hoped for it. With all her heart. What hope now was worth in this forsaken galaxy.

Tan knocked back the whiskey, feeling the burning sensation as it travelled down her throat, and ordered another. Lighting a cigarette too, as she did. The bar droid were quick to pour another one and collect the credits for it. When Star arrived, she would see a more worn out and broken little sister than the last time they had met. A presentation that hurt Tan'yill to show, but in the end it was inevitable.