The orbital city of Orza had to be one of the very few intergalactic transport stations with a very limited Galra presence. It was the main trading station in the Eros galaxy. It was well kept in its beauty, the populists even appeared happy at moments, it was one of the very few places were the Galra did not rule with brute force. The orbital was also the only location for Blade members to go to for recreational leaves. Merchants covered the clean streets making friends and selling their numerous goods. Moments like these were the causes for the Blades fight against their own kin. Kolivan kept the small figure next to him very close on his side. "You appear troubled, my love." Shaak spoke to her husband who was deep in thought. The small woman laughed playfully which instantly caught Kolivans attention. "It's incredible. We spend a week away from the Blades and you can't wait to get back to them."
Kolivan became flustered toward his mate which was how he always turned. "I….I suppose I'm only grateful that no situations have arisen lately that has called us back to them."
Shaak smiled, resting her hand in her partners as they walked. "I'm sure my brother has everything well in hand."
Kolivan nodded in agreement. "Antok hasn't lost my trust yet."
Shaak's yellow eyes looked to her husband, her eyebrow cocked in a sly manner. "Forgive me…my mind is here with you." She had clearly wanted Kolivan to pull his focus away from their mission and to enjoy them being husband and wife for the time being. Shaak led her mate away from a group of sentries' that paid them no mind. She gazed in amazement at the central botanical garden that was kept in the city square of the orbital. Keeping plant life on a space station wasn't a common sight to see, but that only made the sight more breathtaking. It always made Kolivan feel strange wearing civilian clothes. Shaak was the exact opposite, the sensation of being a civilian rather than a soldier made her feel at peace. The station had small air fluctuations from time to time to keep the populists warm which irritated Shaak. She much preferred to feel a natural breeze That would make her braided hair and her long tribal dress blow against her as well as feel gravity that wasn't so off at times. "Do you remember our time together on Tilous?" He asked sweetly as he handed Shaak a violet-shaded flower that he had picked from the botanical. One he had long forgotten the name of but knew that they had once grown on the very same planet.
Shaak smiled beautifully as she took the small flower and placed in her leaf-shaped ear. "We were there deca-phoebs ago. Long before Zarkon had taken it for himself." Her smile saddened when she thought back to the Tilous planet and its people. She and Kolivan considered it one of the last safe heavens of the galaxy, it was the planet that they had once thought would be the home of their family when this galactic conflict was officially over, but that dream was quickly shattered when Zarkon destroyed the planet and enslaved Tilbous's people. Shaak shook the misery from her mind, trying to find something pleasant in it. "It was there where I asked you to become my spouse." The woman only laughed in remembrance of the event. Kolivan and Shaak's marriage had been arranged by their families when they were very young. Both were more than happy with the arrangement. "You had the most beautiful smile when you said yes." Her eyes softened again. "You use to smile more." The centuries had not been kind to the couple, had tested them in more ways than one. Had tested their love, their actions, and their children. "Sometimes it's so hard to be happy…..to at least enjoy the atmosphere of a new place without feeling so unsure." Koivan agreed with her. The war had not weakened their love but had made them fearful of ever being able to see a future together that didn't involve fighting….a worthwhile future for their young children. Kolivan and Shaak had been born into the Galra deca-phoebs after Daibazaal had been destroyed. They had not received the honor of knowing their home, nor had their parents and those long before them. "I want us to have a planet, a home we call our own."
"We're traitors to our own kind, outcasts to every other species and strays without a home."
Shaak gave a small laugh toward the titles they held. "Traitors, outcasts, and strays, not the greatest reputation for the Blade." From where they stood the planet appeared to engulf the entire station as its sky. It was a shame that now grass grew in the botanical, the floor was made of cold metal like everything else. The Empire was turning so much of the galaxy into technological wastelands, who knows if finding a suitable home would even be possible years from now if the war were to end.
"I don't wish to see you upset." Kolivan spoke, tracing his fingers over the small black antlers that rested on both sides of Shaaks head. She only stood about a foot shorter than him, her antlers only came up to about his shoulder, they were one of her most beautiful features. "I will fight to see you see the future we both want." The Blade leader cupped his mates small face in his hands. They stood there for only a moment, drowning out all other forms of life. Kolivan turned his attention to a small communication device he held. "Come, it is time we returned home." They were being summoned to return to the Blades, it was time to continue their fight.
(Will post again soon)