There it was again, Elara could smell it as soon as she exited the crew quarters. The nauseating smell of cigarette smoke. She liked her new CO a great deal, on Taris, Keniel had been kind and surprisingly friendly, despite her imperial heritage. However in the three days she had spent aboard the Thunderclap, it had become abundantly clear that even though he was only twenty six, the mirialan was a heavy smoker. So far he had spent the flight to Nar Shaddaa in the living area, reading various reports and it seemed as if there was constantly a cigarette in his hand. This had created a cycle of the living area either smelling like smoke, or cheap air freshener that C2-N2 coated the area with. Elara couldn’t take it anymore, she had to say something. Making her way through the main soom, she found Keniel in the kitchen brewing a cup of caf, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

“Sir could I speak to you for a moment.” Keniel turned to face her and gave a small smile.

“Of course Dorne, what can I help you with?”

“Sir, I don’t mean to be overly curt, however I was wondering if you could...Refrain, from smoking in the living area. Truth be told the smell is quite unpleasant.” Keniel sighed.

“Fine. I guess I’ll be in the cargo hold then.” And with that he left for the cargo hold, mug of caf in one hand, cigarette in the other.

The beaches of Scarif were famous galaxy-wide. The planet was considered one of the jewels of the Outer Rim, and vacations to the planet were exceedingly common, especially during Scarif's summer. The climate was extremely temperate, for a tropical world. Even during the summer, it never got uncomfortably hot. It was, in short, a paradise.

After the defeat of Darth Angral, Rey Holt felt she'd earned some rest. She, her newly-Knighted companion Kira Carsen, and her astromech droid, T7-01 travelled to Scarif together for a weekend of relaxation. As they descended from the skyhook that connected the planet to the orbital docks, Rey let out a deep sigh of contentment. Her muscles were still sore from their exertion in the battle over Tython, but she was used to it.

"This is going to be so great," Kira said. "We haven't had a break since...well, we've never had a break."

Rey grinned, nodded. "I could definitely catch up on my sleep."

The 'lift reached the ground and the doors slid open, allowing Rey, Kira, and Teeseven out onto the central island in this chain. They and the rest of the vacationers stepped out. The cool, crisp island air hit Rey and she breathed it in happily. She and her companions headed for the hotel nearby.

"Rey?"

Rey blinked and turned. Coming toward the hotel from the beach were her sister, Reela Holt, and several companions. She recognized the dark-skinned man accompanying her–Corso Riggs, her friend from Ord Mantell. But she didn't know the other two, a towering Wookiee and a petite woman with sandy hair, cut short and stylishly framing her face.

"Reela!" Rey said. She hugged her sister, who wore her familiar red leather jacket, the same color as her hair. "What are you doing here?"

"Celebrating! Just hit a big payoff," Reela said. She leaned in conspiratorially and lowered her voice. "We did it! We found the treasure of Nok Drayen!"

"No way!"

Reela nodded. "We're loaded."

"Lucky," Kira murmured.

"So, who are your other friends?" Rey asked.

"This is Bowdaar," Reela said. "We picked him up on Nar Shaddaa. Don't let his size fool you; he's a big sweetie."

Bowdaar rumbled. [i am NOT a sweetie.]

"Sure ya are, hon." Reela pointed at the woman. "And this is Risha. She's the one who was guiding us on our quest to find the treasure."

"Nice to meet you both," Rey said.

"You...know a Jedi?" Risha asked.

"Yep." Reela smirked. "This is my sister, Kira-Rey Holt. Her companion, also named Kira–so we usually just call sis 'Rey.' And the droid's T7-01."

"A pleasure," Risha said dryly.

"Don't worry, Rey won't arrest us." Reela chuckled. "That's the nice thing about having family in high places."

"Just don't make me regret it," Rey said, smiling to bely her words.

The two crews stood there for a moment, on the steps of the hotel, awkwardly staring at one another. Corso shifted on his feet, scratched the back of his head, and looked around.

"So," Rey finally said. "I think Kira, Teeseven, and I will get checked in."

"Sounds good." Reela waved. "See you at the beach?"

"You know it."

Rey and her companions headed inside. Well, maybe this little rest wouldn't be quite as...quiet as she had expected. Not with Reela around. But it would be good to catch up with her sister anyway. After all, she was a Jedi. It wasn't like she got to see her family all that much.

“Apprentice! What have you done to me?!”

Okay, so Zash tried to kill him. Expected, really. No master was actually nice to a slave, and Joran was under no illusions that he was a free man by any stretch. “The Force shall free me” was just as much a lie as everything else. Every time She allowed for one chain to be broken, She snapped another around his neck a picosecond later. (And yes, the Force was a woman. Joran was quite sure of it. Maybe Zash had something to do with the perception, but now wasn’t the time to mull over philosophy.)

He watched Zash stamp around in the Dashade’s big, top-heavy body, stumbling about like a gutter drunk, ranting angrily about how her concentration was broken and how “that monster” shouldn’t have been able to do that. Joran was trying to figure out how to react.

The rational response would be to use the distraction to run as fast as he could. But that simply wouldn’t do. He’d be running for the rest of his life and that life was likely to be short if he tried. Zash no doubt planned for that contingency anyway.

The properly Sith response would be mustering up all kinds of rage and anger and feelings of betrayal, maybe mixed with fear for his own life so that he could strike Zash down properly while she was distracted. (While Khem was…useful, he was often more “useful” as far away from him as possible) But…no. Fish swam, birds flew, and Sith tried to kill one another. Might as well be angry at water for being wet. The Sith response was expected of him, and Joran never liked doing what was expected of him. He was marked for death already; why not make it as frustrating as possible for his eventual executioners?

Zash continued to rant. Amazing how she was able to do so coherently with those teeth. “Five years of preparation; finding the right person, training them, researching the artifacts, gathering them - wasted!”

Well, yes. She had a point. She needed an apprentice that was powerful enough, but wouldn’t be missed. Finding an isolated spot in the Dark Temple would have also been a challenge. Learning about and acquiring all the necessary artifacts, hiding it right under the noses of all her fellow Sith, disguising her withered features. All very impressive, very clever. She had even requested Khem come along.

Which is why seeing the end result blow up in her face to this degree was hilarious.

He chose a differently rational response. He chose to laugh. “Oh, don’t you know these kinds of things never work the way they’re supposed to? Now, go away and give me Khem back.”

"My Lord, we are arriving in the Jarck system and will make planetfall to Seraphim within the hour. Do you have any words for the crew before we arrive?" The Imperial pilot said in a polite tone.

The Sith Lord stood still alike a statue in the shuttle's cockpit, his cold yellow eyes watching the blue expanse of hyperspace travel in front of him. He remained silent, not uttering a single word as he turned his head to the woman that had just spoken to him. His expression was devoid of any warmth of pleasantness.

"The crew has been briefed before we departed, if that has been insufficient motivation for them it is their problem and not mine," he spoke, his voice a perfect mirror of his harsh demeanour. "I am expecting your focus to return to piloting this vessel, immediately, Private," He added in a colder and deeper voice, hinting at a threat that never had been said aloud but was carved into every word spoken nonetheless. It had its desired effect and the blond Sith Lord was satisfied.

"Yes, my Lord, forgive me," the pilot brought out hastily and did not move her head from the machinery in front of her anymore.

Lord Kosmarr, formerly known as Ryssius Lecyllath before he had assumed his Sith name, returned his gaze onto the blue expanse in front of him, that started making place for drawn out stars and eventually the rock called Seraphim. The planet would be less than pleasant to be upon, he was well aware of that, as the entire surface was scarred with volcanic activity and a thick layer of clouds filling the skies. Nonetheless, it was the price he was willing to pay for the knowledge and power that may be hidden within the ash-covered mountains. Lord Kosmarr namely had uncovered the planet's existence in ancient Sith texts he had been studying in the archives of Darth Saizen's estate, whose powerbase he was a part of.

The Sith Lord had uncovered the Sith had once attempted to colonise the wasteland of a planet that was Seraphim, believing they'd be able to master the elements of nature. Naturally they had failed, but not before learning the world was strong in the Dark Side of the Force. When word of it reached the Sith of the Old Empire, prominent Dark Lords had decided the black mountains of Seraphim would house their remains once their time would come. The first tombs were built a few years after the failed colonisation attempt and many more arose in the decades following. Yet when the Great Hyperspace War had broken out and the Sith suffered a terrible defeat at the hands of the wretched Republic and their Jedi defenders, the world became forgotten, as well as the names of the Dark Lords that restlessly laid within their tombs... until Lord Kosmarr had stumbled upon the tablet in Saizen's archives. No, he didn't stumble upon it, he was well aware of that. It was the Dark Side itself that had deemed him worthy of the knowledge and granted him this blessing. It was as he believed; the strong were blessed by the Force while the weak suffered its disfavour. His strength in the Dark Side was now being blessed, with the ability to expand his power in the Force by seizing and learning the knowledge that lay buried with the bodies of Dark Lords of the past.

"Entering atmosphere, systems steady. My Lord, if I may advise you to take a seat and fasten your belt? We will be facing a lot of turbul-"

"You may not advise such, Private, unless you have no desire to remain in possession of your tongue," the Sith Lord snapped at the pilot, interrupting her. "If you believe me to be a weakling, not capable of the simple feat of remain standing still during some pathetic turbulence, then please do tell me, so that I may correct the error that is your beating heart," he nearly hissed at her subsequently.

In response the pilot remained completely silent, cold sweat running down her forehead as she tried to hold back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Kosmarr believed the sight to be a truly delightful one.

"Good. Maintain present course, Private." The Sith Lord stated in his usual emotionless tone, watching how they coursed through the thick carbon-filled clouds as the ship started shaking violently. It was not that he had something to prove by remain standing during the violent descent, it was simply that he thoroughly enjoyed being cruel and heartless to others, inciting them with the worst fears they could imagine. It was why he was skilled in the art of Sith Sorcery, spells of fear and dread being his favourite ones to use against his enemies and sometimes allies... if the situation required it. It was how he was shaping his apprentice, Irizar, forcing him to face his greatest fears in order to overcome them and gain strength, power... victory.

"Turbulence increasing..." the pilot broke through his contemplations, her voice sounded somewhat strained as the operated on the vessel's controls. "There is a lot of electrical charge in the atmosphere," she further commented.

The blond Sith Lord remained standing still, drawing lightly upon the Force to anchor himself to the metal floor of the cockpit. He remained silent as he started reaching out through the Force, dismissing the ship's sensors as inferior.

The very moment he did that however an image hit him, a surge of lightning hitting the shuttle and rendering it inoperable. The Dark Side... it was warning him!

"Private, move out of that seat now," he barked as he started moving forward, intending to take over control of the vessel himself.

It was too late however, as a bolt of lightning seered through the skies and went straight for the Imperial ship. The pilot let out a loud scream as the electrical charge went through the systems and burned them out in the blink of an eye. Red lights started flashing everywhere, sirens barely audible over the rumbling and screeching of the ship's hull as it went down into freefall. Lord Kosmarr's eyes burned with anger, hatred and... fear. For the first time since long he felt fear cross through his body, the dread of death, of an end to his existence. Once more he stood eye to eye with his greatest terror, the oblivion of death. In front of them through the window the black surface of Seraphim became visible and came closer rapidly with every second that passed. Lord Kosmarr's fears grew, his eternally emotionless expression now one wrought with dread... but it was exactly that which fueled him, which gave sustenance to his powers at that moment. His instinct took over, drawing heavily upon the Force as he anchored himself as hard as he could to the metal floor of the shuttle's cabin. Subsequently he attempted to seize the crashing vessel through the Force, trying to shift the angle of descent. He hissed, groaned and was overwhelmed with dread, the effort straining him immensely. His desperation was growing exponentially as the ash-covered surface of the planet was only seconds away from them, meaning certain death along with it...

"No... NO!" the Sith Lord screamed as he surrendered to the power of the Dark Side, in this last attempt managing to wrench the shuttle from its current angle of descent and forcing it into a less steep one. The hull was being torn apart by both the forces of nature and Lord Kosmarr's tearing, yet the crash that followed might have the chance of not being a lethal one to all of the crew. As the Sith Lord felt the shuttle was about to hit the surface, instictively he threw a Force Barrier around himself to help protect him from the impact... which ensued immediately after. There was an explosion of sound that rendered the blonde temporarily deaf, his entire world being shaken to its very core.

He lost track of what was up, what down, what left and what right. It didn't matter, there was only one thing that he cared about, one thing that fueled his power and effort through the Force... survival, at all cost if necessary.

What was actually seconds felt as decades as Lord Kosmarr poured all his emotions, of anger, of fear, of desperation, all of it, into his Force Barrier. He felt how exhaustion had forced itself into every single muscle of his body, how his head felt as if it was about to crack open. He had closed his eyes instictively and saw only blackness in front of him, not realising that the shutle, or better called wreck of a shuttle, had come to stand still. His body had absorbed so much of the quaking that it still experienced it while there was no movement at all... but it signified one vital thing: he was alive.

Lord Kosmarr slowly opened his eyes, the dark purple shimmer of his Force Barrier the first thing that he noticed,

the dead body of the pilot the second. The impact had caused him to assume a crouching position as he instictively had sought to remain anchored to the floor through the Force. Slowly he rose to his full height, taking the opportunity to sense his body through the Force whether he was injured or not. That simple act strained him greatly, as he had already drawn so heavily upon the Dark Side. Nonetheless, to his relief he remained unharmed except for a few bruises and small cuts. The pilot however could not say the same... her body was mangled and twisted into unnatural angles. It would have been a gruesome sight to anyone that was not Lord Kosmarr, but he had seen and endured far worse in his past as a slave.

"Good she's dead or she would have been smug about the fact I didn't manage to stand perfectly still due to the... turbulence," the Lord thought amused as he let go of the Barrier he was casting, the dark purple shimmer dissipating subsequently.

He looked around, taking note of the fact that the ship was a complete wreck. Dread seeped into his core once more as he was well aware of what that meant. He had ventured to Seraphim without telling anyone of where he was headed, not even his Sith Apprentice, out of fear someone would follow him to claim the prizes left behind in the tombs of the ancients. He had assumed he'd have a vessel to return with to the Empire, yet fate took an unforeseen turn.

"Has the Dark Side's favour abandoned me?" the cold and horrifying through burst through his mind as he took his curved-hilt lightsaber in hand with the intention to cut open the hull of the ship's cockpit, as the entrance to the main hold of the shuttle was blocked. The crimson blade emerged from the hilt and went straight into the metal wall in front of Kosmarr.

"Why has the Dark Side allowed me to be stranded here..." the Lord's train of thought continued as he manneuvred his blade through the metal hull, carving out an exit. "Have I not adored it, brought it glory through the deaths I caused and suffering I have inflicted?" His eyes burned with cold determination, anger but also fear at being rejected by the Dark Side. "Have I displeased the Dark Side?"

Eventually the crimson blade had reached the point where it had entered into the metal and Kosmarr groaned as he drew upon the Force once more to push out the newly cut "door" in a violent burst of energy. The metal hull landed several meters away in the ash, as the Sith Lord took part of his black robes and ripped it off, forming a protective cloth over the lower half of his face. While the atmosphere of the planet was deemed to be breathable, it would prove lethal over time... which was another worry that troubled Kosmarr. He disignited his weapon and stepped outside onto the surface of the planet and...

And all his fears, his wories and troubles dissipated instantly. As his foot touched the ashen ground of Seraphim, the burning warmth of the Dark Side permeating the surface of the planet immediately coursed through his veins and he welcomed the feeling. No, the Dark Side had not abandoned him, it had not forsaken him... it had led him here personally. He alone was meant to be the reaper of the prizes hidden beneath the scorched surface of this rock, so the others had to die. The crash, it was a final test of strength and worthiness and he had survived it. The challenge the Dark Side had placed before him, he had conquered it and now he was worthy in the eyes of the Dark Side to receive the knowledge and power of the ancients buried here. There no longer was any doubt within his body about that...

Suddenly groans and metal screeching snapped him back to the here and now. He looked to his left and noticed he had not been the only survivor... two of the Imperial Troopers and one of the Sith that had accompanied him forced themselves through a rift in the hull out of the wreckage. They were in a very bad shape, bleeding from several wounds and multiple limbs broken. Kosmarr immediately understood the Dark Side had deemed them unworthy...

"L-Lord Kosmarr! My Lo-Lord!" the female Sith brought out when she took note of the blonde standing tall and straight where he had exited. "You live!"

The Dark Side didn't need to whisper into his ears what he had to do next, their fates had been sealed the moment they had chosen to reveal their survival. Kosmarr ignited the crimson blade of his weapon and he burst into action, refueled by the powers that lay dormant beneath the surface of Seraphim.

And his blade spun, twirled... and slaughtered.

Dear A,

I managed to procure a new datapad from an obliging jerk I met on the outskirts of Mos Ila. Idiot was drunk and looking for a good time. Unfortunately he picked the wrong girl to harass for it…….at least he has good taste. He’s alive, but will likely need an ice pack for his nuts whenever he wakes. Figured I’d swipe his datapad for my trouble so I could let you know I made it home okay.

~T

Dear T,

You do manage to attract trouble wherever you go, but I will agree that idiot had good taste. Could’ve done without knowing your brand of justice to the poor sap……even if I’d like to kick his *** myself. Glad to hear you made it home okay though, I was worried about you getting stuck in the desert after Klerren warned me that sandstorms are common on Tatooine. I’ll definitely be happy to see the last of this sandtrap. Are you doing okay?

~A

Dear A,

I do have to agree with you about this planet…...think I’ll need several showers to get this blasted sand out of my fur! Again, thank you for the sentiment regarding the aforementioned sap, but he got what was coming. Are you worried about being on the receiving end of my brand of justice?

~T

Dear T,

After seeing your friend deliver that particular brand of justice on more than one occasion, not to mention the fact you’ve already made an attempt on me, you bet I’m a little worried. Can you blame me?! I think I’d rather you break my nose again then take a hit below the belt.

~A

Dear A,

Your punishment preference is duly noted. On a more serious note, thanks for today…...your logic and honesty was helpful. This job gets to me sometimes, but I have to keep the boss happy until someone terminates him…...even if it means going outside my comfort zone.

~T

Dear T,

I’d rather not be punished at all! As for earlier, I could tell the stress was getting to you and I was more than happy to assist. My offer still stands though…..just say the word and you can have your old job. It’s been a long day for both of us and I was just getting settled in for the night, but I’ll probably be awake for a little while longer.

~A

Getting ready for bed, eh? Are you wearing that shirt?

Yes

Did you wash it?

No

That makes me happy.

Does it? So…….you going to tell me who were you wanting at the time?

I’ll tell…..if you admit you were jealous.

I was. Your turn.

You

That makes me happy.

Good. That last day on Ord…..

You have no idea how hard it was for me to resist your offer.

Oh? And just how hard was it?

Durasteel

Oh, that is tempting indeed

So the temptress is tempted….that’s good to hear.

You like knowing that?

Yes

Why?

Because it means I’m not the only one.

That last day on Nar Shaddaa?

Just as hard.

This afternoon?

Downright painful after seeing your choice in underclothing…….and that little navel trinket.

I’ll keep that in mind. What about now?

I think I need a very cold shower.

Me too. ‘Night Aric…...sweet dreams.

Sweet is not the word I’d use to describe what my dreams are going to likely be tonight.

Pleasant dreams?

Definitely. ‘Night Tia.

Aric re-read the messages, a little shocked at how much he’d admitted to the sultry little vixen. Then again, she was pretty forthcoming herself, he mused, unable to keep from smiling at that thought. He knew sleep would be difficult with the state his body was in at the moment, but he didn’t want to risk leaving his quarters for a much needed cold shower in case Dorne was still up. His medic would have to be blind not to notice his rather obvious situation and he certainly didn’t need that.

With a sigh, he moved the messages into the secure file he’d created on his personal datapad so they’d be with the other written exchange they’d had, then got up from his desk and walked over to the control panel by the door. Knowing damn well who would be starring in his dreams tonight, he decided to err on the side of caution and locked the door before turning off the lights.

“Gods help us the next time I’m alone with that teasing little minx,” Aric muttered to himself as he climbed into bed, unsure if he’d be able to keep his hands off of her…...or if he’d even want to try.

For those new to Kat, Tia, and Val’s stories, Tia is a different take on the Trooper story. At the end of Ord Mantell, she chooses to go along with Tavus and the others so she can help bring the Havoc traitors down from the inside.

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Dear Tember,

I hope this message finds you well. I wish I’d been able to answer your last missive sooner, but assignments from the Council have kept me on the move with little time to spare for personal matters. I’m currently returning to Coruscant with some ambassadors from the Outer Rim and may find myself with a little time.

{Days later…}

My apologies, dear sister. I’d intended to finish the above message but was interrupted by a new mission. I’m afraid I won’t be arriving on Coruscant as I intended; Prelsiava has in fact already dropped off our passengers and returned to retrieve us on Hoth.

I can nearly hear you saying, “Us?” On Hoth I was asked to rendezvous with a Republic soldier for a mission. Without saying much, we’re in a race after a deadly prize. I don’t doubt you can probably fill in a few of the blanks yourself. The trooper has been an invaluable help in the search. More personally, his sabacc game is abysmal.

Without knowing more, I can’t say when I’ll next be able to write. I hope all is well in whatever part of the galaxy you’re in. Please give my affection to Mother and Father should you see them.

May the Force be with you,

Aitahea

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Ai,

Hey, don’t worry about it. I know it’s still kind of weird that you and I share messages anyway, you Jedi and your no family or friends thing, whatever. But you know, I’m glad to hear you’re alive and kicking. And I’m glad Sia is there to take care of you! Tell her I said hey, miss her face (and her hair – what color is it now?).

I’ll tell Mom and Dad you said hi. I’ve been seeing them every few months, shuttling back and forth from the Core to the Outer Rim. All legit business, don’t worry. Hey, you might even be proud of the work I’m doing. I’ll fill you in next time I see you; even an encrypted message isn’t completely safe. But you know that, obviously.

Trooper, eh? Nice boys, those. I mean I prefer pirates, but that’s just me (I’m kidding, don’t freak out). You don’t usually mention a partner. So it’s going good, I’m going to guess? You could use more friends than Sia and me, if we’re honest. Even if they’re poodoo at sabacc. You just teach him my methods, your trooper’ll be playing tournaments on Nar Shadda in a standard week.

I’m out. We’re close to the Outer Rim and you know that’s always a fun time. Worst cantinas in the galaxy out here. Or the best. Depending on how drunk you are.

I guess I’ll leave it at that. Stay safe out there.

Tember

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Sister,

Prelsiava sends her most enthusiastic greetings. Her hair is currently the blue of dlock leaves, with yellow tips, though she says once we’re in civilized space again she’ll change it. It’s stunning on her, as always.

I’ve only a few moments as we’re still on the trail of our quarry, but I’m grateful as always to hear from you. Thank you for giving our parents my greetings, if you’ve seen them by now. I’m glad to know they have at least one daughter who isn’t weighed down with guilt over being unable to visit.

He is not ‘my’ trooper, sister. He is an associate, though I do appreciate his skill and dedication to our mission. As I said, we’re in the thick of our search for a dangerous artifact, and his knowledge is invaluable. He’s surprisingly intuitive despite the absence of Force sensitivity. We work together unusually well, which is fortunate given the significance of this mission.

I will take your suggestion for his sabacc skills under advisement. I shouldn’t want to lose him to a tournament currently. And until he can best you in a game, he most certainly should not make the attempt.

May the Force be with you,

Aitahea

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Ai,

Tell Sia to send me a holo, if she hasn’t changed it yet! I want to show it to one of my crewmates; it’d look good on her. Glad to know she hasn’t forgotten me.

I’m surprised to hear from you so soon, I gotta say. I figured when you said mission you’d be dashing around dirtside for a standard month before you’d message me. Hope that trooper of yours can keep up with you.

You’re talking an AWFUL lot about a guy who’s just an “associate.” Please, Ai, I know what it’s like to be on a long, tedious mission with a “skilled” man. By the Core, just have a good time. I know you’re a Jedi and all, but even you need to blow off some steam.

Anyway, back to the skies again, talk to you soon.

Love,

Tember

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Tember,

I hope once again this message finds you safe; however if I should find you anytime soon, you may find yourself regretting your incessant teasing.

Our mission continues to become more complex. Our target seems to be constantly moving. I’ll leave this message short. We hope to make an anticipatory move of our own soon; I will continue to keep you apprised of our safety.

As always, may the Force watch over you.

Aitahea

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Ai,

Do you even READ what you write?

Ai and her trooper, in a wroshyr tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g.

You still love me.

Tember

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