"Laylah, we're going to be entering Taris' orbit shortly", the words of the helmet wearing female passed through Laylah's mind. Standing up, she nodded and made her way through the ship, though her mind wasn't at rest. She arrived at the main communication terminal on the ship before turning to see the helmet wearing woman in tow.
"Actually, could you handle the port authorities? I'll handle the ship when we reach orbit, but I have something else that needs to be done first", Laylah suddenly blurted out, hurrying down the corridor. The woman didn't really have to agree or disagree before Laylah was gone.
Onilie had been sitting on her bed for hours. Pretty much the whole journey and she hadn't moved from that spot. The ship had been silent, minus the sound of the ship's systems working as they made their way to Taris. The silence was interrupted so suddenly by footsteps on the metal floor of the ship, followed by a knock on the door-frame. Looking over, Onilie saw exactly what she expected to see.
"Oni, can we talk?", Laylah asked from her position near the doorway. Onilie made eye contact for a split second, before sighing and nodding.
"Yeah... Sure. I kinda lost it earlier, and for that I'm sorry", she admitted, turning to face Laylah, who had walked into the room and was taking a seat in the nearby chair, sitting on it backwards and resting her head on the backrest.
"Hey, no worries. I clumsily walked into a bad topic to discuss, so it's partially my fault as well", Laylah replied, "Equally though, think about it. Your parents were both warriors much like myself and to die in battle is the ultimate honour. When your parents are warriors, the risk of death is a truth that you have to come to terms with", she continued, standing up and moving to sit next to Onilie.
"I guess... But...", Onilie started, though she was interrupted by the armoured arms of Laylah wrapping around her.
"I know. I've already done the calculations. You were four and left an orphan", Laylah interjected, hugging the girl tightly, "But as I said earlier, you have grown stronger. Hardship is what shapes us, and as long as I'm alive then you'll remain my daughter. As we Mando'ade say, aliit ori'shya tl'din". There was a moment of silence before Laylah let go, shifting backwards and standing up. "I've got to tend to our landing approach onto Taris. I trust you'll be ready?".
"Yeah, I will... And vor entye", Onilie uttered quietly as Laylah left the room, causing Laylah to glance over her shoulder with a smile.
'You're making progress, my child', Laylah thought to herself as she heard the girl speaking the language of the Mando'ade. She made her way to the cockpit, where she made preparations for landing on the surface of Taris.