An Undisclosed Location
Salute, Corso Riggs!
I warmly remember our meeting on Taris. You shared a fair bit of your past with us in a friendly and trusting manner. I have reasons to believe that my sister was not as forthcoming. I would like to remedy this, because Tishujen was at least once before befriended by a man of honor and good intentions. He is dear to me, so I know of the hurt it has caused.
Tishujen's Father, Valoran by name, was an exceptionally brave man. There are still tales of his dare-devil exploits as a scout. On one such suicidal mission he saved my Father's life, so in a sense I owe him my very existence as much as Tishujen does. Unfortunately, some men who are apt in earning a hero's status are unable to cope with the responsibility that it implies. Tishujen's Father was one such man, eroded by fame.
After a few ugly incidents, he deserted the Army and wed a dancer from a Hutt owned cantina. For a number of years Valoran kept the family alive selling his services as a mercenary to the Hutts. Alas, prone to upping the stakes, he let his game outpace his abilities. Even more unfortunately, the criminal bosses deduced from either his actions or words that his wife was his partner in the deal that went dreadfully wrong.
Tishujen's Mother was a woman of street wits, and managed to secure a passage to Iridonia through desperate lies and a generous helping of luck. There, she came to my Mother for assistance. The underworld, as you are aware, is guided by a codex of laws as strict (or indeed even stricter) than that of any nations', so all my Mother was able to do was to buy Tishujen's life. Her Mother's was forsaken. That is how in the tenth year of my life I have acquired an elder sister. It took time for us to work through our differences, yet it was ultimately possible. I understand Tishujen as well as anyone could understand another sentient.
Tishujen's encounters with men, I find, are overshadowed by the memories of her Father. I do not believe she trusts loyalty and bravery to be durable. Knowingly or unknowingly, she cuts her losses, or tries to far too early. It is the patience, the most neglected yet most important of all the virtues, that may overcome this pattern.
May the Force be with you,
Quinly Dur
P.S And the same quality, the patience, I advise to exercise wholeheartedly should you come across a young Zabrack with an uncanny resemblance to my Father.
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Balmorra Orbital Station
Master Quinly!
First of all, I'm sure grateful to hear from you, as Jenny was worried about your silence.
Thank you also for taking your time to write it all up, but the way I reckon, if Jenny wants something, there is nothing in the Galaxy that could stop her, and the same if she doesn't. Jenny's good at getting her way. Even now, she's got the fancy privateering commission from the Republic, and nothing would do but to deck out our freighter with guns and missiles, and fly it into battle zone. It's more a warship now than many a warship I've seen.
I've thought that was dangerous, but she one-upped it, by putting the bird into the orbit round Balmorra. And then she shuttled down with Bowdaar, straight in the Empire's territory. A secret mission for the republic, she won't tell me more. Now Bowdaar's back, and says she's running with a Mandalorian woman. It's been three days, and not a word. Tomorrow, I'm going down, 'cause patience ain't cutting it, Master Quinly. Guess, you give me too much credit.
Yours truly,
Corso Riggs
/ Author's note: The game's getting really awesome at this point. Yay! :)