Boot Camp Day 7
Apr. 15th, 2011 12:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nyykiDay 7: Female Centauri, Mournful, Axe
Jaralla looked at her father's weapons while fighting back tears. His condemnation by the centaurum still burned these many years. She reached out and removed his axe.
This was a weapon he used during the taking of Malash 6, the one that got him a personal commendation from Emporor Turhan. She fought back tears at the thought of her oncee noble father, a hero of the republic, discredited by that venomous scum, Lord Refa. And the revelation that Refa was a traitor rankled even more.
She sat down, forgetting about her long blonde pony tail, so she had to readjust her position to keep from sitting on her hair. She thought for a moment, trying to decide who she could marry to give her the position and influence to find those remaining who had a part in her father's demotion from hero to traitor.
She looked at the axe. The golden fire in the blade that marked certain Centauri metal houses reflected light in sparkles. It was so sad that one ambitious man and his cabal could strip a man of all honor. Perhaps honor wasn't what it used to be, or maybe it wasn't ever that much.
Jaralla looked at her father's weapons while fighting back tears. His condemnation by the centaurum still burned these many years. She reached out and removed his axe.
This was a weapon he used during the taking of Malash 6, the one that got him a personal commendation from Emporor Turhan. She fought back tears at the thought of her oncee noble father, a hero of the republic, discredited by that venomous scum, Lord Refa. And the revelation that Refa was a traitor rankled even more.
She sat down, forgetting about her long blonde pony tail, so she had to readjust her position to keep from sitting on her hair. She thought for a moment, trying to decide who she could marry to give her the position and influence to find those remaining who had a part in her father's demotion from hero to traitor.
She looked at the axe. The golden fire in the blade that marked certain Centauri metal houses reflected light in sparkles. It was so sad that one ambitious man and his cabal could strip a man of all honor. Perhaps honor wasn't what it used to be, or maybe it wasn't ever that much.
