Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Jul 25, 2019 19:14:21 GMT -8
Lynne hadn't taken her eyes off Graemon, that is until the brandy was brought in. She was sure he noticed her eagerness, but drinking was discouraged in the camps and as the leader it was up to her to set the best example, so it was rare she got to indulge in that vice. Moving over to the brandy and poring herself a glass, Lynne nearly choked as her Fondorian made a comment she had not expected. He wanted her to move in? It was something she herself had longed for, waking up in the morning next to him, after collapsing into bed the night before, it would certainly make the starts of her days more pleasant. But on the other hand, part of what had been so effective in raising awareness for the refugees was the fact that she and her crew lived in the camps, enduring the hardships of their charges. Swallowing the brandy and absentmindedly pouring another glass, Lynne turned to look Graemon in the eye. She had a big smile on her face as she spoke.
=Lynne=
Oh, nothing would make me happier than getting to see your face each morning, but until the camps are clear and empty, I have a duty, one I cannot turn from or try and take an easy way out of. But, she down her second glass and started moving back over to Graemon, once that is all wrapped up, you'd need the whole damn fleet to get me to move out of here. Standing up on her tiptoes, she kissed the beared represintiative with a deep passion. She ran her fingers through his hair, before grabbing hold of his face to keep the kiss going for a few moments longer. After breaking away she continued, I hope that that is agreeable for you?
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Aug 1, 2019 17:29:15 GMT -8
There was nothing but a smile upon Graemon's face at her response. The Fondorian understood her duty to the refugees and her desire to see them taken care of. This very same dedication was felt towards him, for Lynne, ever since they came together, wanted nothing but to see him happy and feel appreciated. He only hoped that he made her feel the same way every day. With the problems involving the refugees being handled properly, Graemon hoped the day was near that she would move in and stay with him. Thus allowing the two some much needed time together, even if it was merely the evening and morning hours.
Nonetheless, Lynne, know you are welcomed here anytime you wish. All you need to do is call and I will send someone to pick you up.
Graemon said as he draw close to place his hands on her hips. The Fondorian chuckles at her remark.
Why would I want you gone though? That would be the biggest mistake of my life to do so.
Those were words that he did not throw around nor ever say... to any woman before. Graemon just couldn't imagine telling Lynne to leave and never return. Nor would he wish for that day to come for either of them. His thoughts were interrupted though by a passionate kiss, followed by another from the woman he had come to care for deeply. His arms slowly wrapped around her, letting her fingers run through his hair. After the kiss, he pulls away for a moment.
It is more than agreeable. For there are plenty of days awaiting us.
He smiles before kissing her back once more, showing her the same vibrant emotion she showed him. A servant came in, sneakily, setting down food for them before briskly departing. With the passion exchanged, Graemon pulls away once more.
It is good you came. Cause I do have some news I wish to share with you... well a gift that is news for you and your crew.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Aug 6, 2019 20:21:57 GMT -8
Climbing down from the hovertrain he had been traveling on, Alfeus looked around the city he found himself in. Coronet City. Capital of the recently formed Corellian Coalition. While he was used to arriving in a more elaborate fashion, the current situation dictated he lay low, hence why he had instead bought a first class ticket from Nal Hutta, where he had crash-landed following his flight from Mon Cala, to Corellia, and then a train ticket to complete the journeyAs he gathered his bags, Kimeln adjusted the collar of his jacket slightly. A cold breeze was blowing in the capital, similar to those found on Coruscant. It made Alfeus somewhat at ease as he approached the Coronet Capital Tower. It was unlikely he'd be allowed in, given the fact he was carrying a case with all his armor in it, and the soldiers would likely be able to tell that. Still, he hoped that he might run into someone who would recognize the symbol on his armband from the Galactic Alliance Counterintelligence and allow him in. |
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Alfeus Kimeln
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Post by Alfeus Kimeln on Aug 7, 2019 19:05:59 GMT -8
The secretary of Graemon Gorgano, head of the Coalition's Security and Intelligence, paused in her stride down the hallway when she noticed Alfeus and his armband. She briskly walks over and gestures to the hallway that led to the office where she worked out.Sir, please follow me. I believe you have an appointment with my employer, Graemon Gorgano. I am sorry I wasn't at my desk.She then turns and walks, showing Alfeus the way to the office. She then keys in to her employer's office, Graemon responding seconds later with an inquiry. She states that someone was here to see him and seemed to have worked with the Galactic Alliance Intelligence before. There was a pause before the Fondorian told his secretary to send him in. The female gestures to the door.The Baron Gorgano will see you now, sir. “It’s no trouble at all Miss, really. Lead the way.” Alfeus gave the secretary another nod, this one in thanks, before entering the office. It was what he would expect from a military official; a tastefully appointed, yet somewhat spartan space that lacked the sort of flamboyance and extravagance that was commonly seen among people in similar positions in the Galactic Alliance. In many ways, it almost seemed to represent the promise of a more efficient government delivered by the newly-formed Coalition.“Baron Gorango, a pleasure to meet you. We haven’t met, but I have heard many good things about you from my... shall we say, former employers?” |
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Aug 9, 2019 18:05:32 GMT -8
There was nothing but a smile upon Graemon's face at her response. The Fondorian understood her duty to the refugees and her desire to see them taken care of. This very same dedication was felt towards him, for Lynne, ever since they came together, wanted nothing but to see him happy and feel appreciated. He only hoped that he made her feel the same way every day. With the problems involving the refugees being handled properly, Graemon hoped the day was near that she would move in and stay with him. Thus allowing the two some much needed time together, even if it was merely the evening and morning hours.Nonetheless, Lynne, know you are welcomed here anytime you wish. All you need to do is call and I will send someone to pick you up.Graemon said as he draw close to place his hands on her hips. The Fondorian chuckles at her remark.Why would I want you gone though? That would be the biggest mistake of my life to do so.Those were words that he did not throw around nor ever say... to any woman before. Graemon just couldn't imagine telling Lynne to leave and never return. Nor would he wish for that day to come for either of them. His thoughts were interrupted though by a passionate kiss, followed by another from the woman he had come to care for deeply. His arms slowly wrapped around her, letting her fingers run through his hair. After the kiss, he pulls away for a moment.It is more than agreeable. For there are plenty of days awaiting us.He smiles before kissing her back once more, showing her the same vibrant emotion she showed him. A servant came in, sneakily, setting down food for them before briskly departing. With the passion exchanged, Graemon pulls away once more.It is good you came. Cause I do have some news I wish to share with you... well a gift that is news for you and your crew. Alright, I'll bite. What's the gift? |
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Aug 10, 2019 22:00:30 GMT -8
Lynne smiled up at Graemon as he continued talking, when he mentioned "news I wish to share with you" she almost blurted out "You're pregnant?" but was luckily still sober enough to not let it out. Then the mention of a gift, she paused as her smiling face turned to one of confusion.=Lynne=Alright, I'll bite. What's the gift?
Graemon remains quiet for now, letting Lynne inspect the order. Certainly, the contents of it would raise questions, but before any could be said, the Fondorian raises his hand and smiles at her.I felt your fleet could use some extra muscle. Necessary escorts to ensure you, your crew, and all those you save from fields of battle or stranded upon worlds, are protected and brought back to Coalition space safely. These ships have extra capacity for troops or patients. The ability to carry starfighters and transports...He then calmly reaches forward to take her free hand into his.... and to ensure you come back home, safely, to me. Gives me a peace of mind knowing you have extra support out there.Alfeus was certainly glad the secretary had noticed him. It wouldn’t do it all, to simply be standing waiting out here for some immeasurable amount of time. He addressed the apology in his typical accented Galactic Basic.“It’s no trouble at all Miss, really. Lead the way.” Alfeus gave the secretary another nod, this one in thanks, before entering the office. It was what he would expect from a military official; a tastefully appointed, yet somewhat spartan space that lacked the sort of flamboyance and extravagance that was commonly seen among people in similar positions in the Galactic Alliance. In many ways, it almost seemed to represent the promise of a more efficient government delivered by the newly-formed Coalition.“Baron Gorango, a pleasure to meet you. We haven’t met, but I have heard many good things about you from my... shall we say, former employers?” |
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Aug 11, 2019 9:52:10 GMT -8
Lynne's smile seemed to fade as she looked over the order. Five whole ships, crews, equipment, and all for her? Like that. She had to admit it was an unexpected perk to dating one of the highest ranked individuals in the Coalition, but something else pushed that thought out of her mind. The sound of explosions, sirens, people running to and fro as Endless Salvation shook from Turbolaser fire. Then a flash from the view screen, the CR90 that covered the right flank was obliterated by a Resurgent. Then the Nebulan-B on the left exploded under have fighter harassment. It had been her call to move closer to the fighting, to save as many escape pods as possible. She likely cost more lives than she saved, but there was no telling how many of those crews got to their escape pods. Lynne felt tears starting to well up in her eyes. Not a day went by when she didn't think about the Battle of Mon Cala, the end of the Galactic Alliance, but this made it so much sharper in her mind's eye. Shaking her head she tried to hand the pad back to Graemon and spoke in a shaking voice.
=Lynne=
I appreciate what you are trying to do, but I don't know if I can command more ships to follow my reckless tactics. My crew I know, and they know me. Anyone of them can leave if it is too much for them, but I can't guarantee that with five other vessels, can I? I've already gotten too many others killed like this... Not yet crying, but she could no longer speak without starting. Not how she wanted tonight to go.
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Aug 11, 2019 10:34:34 GMT -8
Graemon sees her hand the pad back, his ears catching her slightly shaking voice. The Fondorian looks at Lynne, knowing what she spoke of. It came with the duty of being a captain after all. He quietly takes the pad from her, setting it on the table in front of them. Then both of his hands came into view, grasping her shoulders lightly. He moved her to look directly at him.
I know I speak for those who died under your command when I say that they would want you to be safe as well, Lynne. They did not die due to some mistake or some vainglorious cause... they sacrificed themselves and died so that others could live. And you were able to save lives then and now.
Graemon's gaze did not falter from Lynne as he spoke.
I witnessed ships being obliterated when the Core Worlds Battlegroups were moving through the Deep Core. We were slashed, divided, and smashed by the Imperials that hid within those treacherous hyperlanes... not a day goes by that I regret their deaths while I lived. But that's why I work harder than ever now.
The Fondorian may have had a solid exterior, but there was still a caring man beneath it all.
I work hard to ensure their sacrifices were not in vain. And so should you. We live in a galaxy where loss is daily... some worse than what was committed over Mon Calamari. But you cannot let that hold you back. Remember their sacrifice, but do not let that grief take over and hinder you. Those people who stand under you, who stand by you, know that sacrifices are coming for the sake of saving lives. And they will fight for that cause.
He pulls out a handkerchief and lifts it up to wipe her eyes a little. Graemon looks at her as he continues to speak.
You are a good captain, with devoted people standing with you, and they would certainly do their duty, even if it meant death. I remember my father saying that the perfect commander has both victories and defeats. For how can they learn if they do not suffer a loss or two. Learn from Mon Calamari, do not forget their sacrifice, and keep moving forward, Lynne.
His hand then touches her cheek, rubbing it gently as Graemon gazes at her.
Certainly, those who are gone would want you to be safe and bring people to safety... just as I want you to come back to me safely.
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Alfeus Kimeln
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Post by Alfeus Kimeln on Aug 12, 2019 5:19:40 GMT -8
Alfeus takes the seat, placing his hand on the seat before sitting down to ensure this wasn’t some sort of trap. Not that he expected one, but it was force of habit above all else.“The Bothawui effort might have seemed to be a good idea, but in the end, that game was doomed from word go.” The second statement, however, made him pause for a moment. Just a moment, to consider. Why has he come here. To be fully honest, Alfeus was not sure of that himself. He could have always stayed independently, just another remnant of the now-defunct Galactic Alliance, but something had made him change his mind about being a lone wolf. Maybe be missed the companionship and camaraderie. Maybe he realised he would be far more effective if his resources were devoted to an organisation, as opposed to acting on his own. Only he could say for sure.“I’d heard word of another intelligence service being created as a part of this planet’s new governing force, and thought they might be in need of... experienced individuals such as myself and my crew.” A diplomatic answer, if not the core of the matter.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Aug 13, 2019 7:01:06 GMT -8
Graemon sees her hand the pad back, his ears catching her slightly shaking voice. The Fondorian looks at Lynne, knowing what she spoke of. It came with the duty of being a captain after all. He quietly takes the pad from her, setting it on the table in front of them. Then both of his hands came into view, grasping her shoulders lightly. He moved her to look directly at him.I know I speak for those who died under your command when I say that they would want you to be safe as well, Lynne. They did not die due to some mistake or some vainglorious cause... they sacrificed themselves and died so that others could live. And you were able to save lives then and now.Graemon's gaze did not falter from Lynne as he spoke.I witnessed ships being obliterated when the Core Worlds Battlegroups were moving through the Deep Core. We were slashed, divided, and smashed by the Imperials that hid within those treacherous hyperlanes... not a day goes by that I regret their deaths while I lived. But that's why I work harder than ever now.The Fondorian may have had a solid exterior, but there was still a caring man beneath it all.I work hard to ensure their sacrifices were not in vain. And so should you. We live in a galaxy where loss is daily... some worse than what was committed over Mon Calamari. But you cannot let that hold you back. Remember their sacrifice, but do not let that grief take over and hinder you. Those people who stand under you, who stand by you, know that sacrifices are coming for the sake of saving lives. And they will fight for that cause.He pulls out a handkerchief and lifts it up to wipe her eyes a little. Graemon looks at her as he continues to speak.You are a good captain, with devoted people standing with you, and they would certainly do their duty, even if it meant death. I remember my father saying that the perfect commander has both victories and defeats. For how can they learn if they do not suffer a loss or two. Learn from Mon Calamari, do not forget their sacrifice, and keep moving forward, Lynne.His hand then touches her cheek, rubbing it gently as Graemon gazes at her.Certainly, those who are gone would want you to be safe and bring people to safety... just as I want you to come back to me safely. Thank you, I'll be happy to have these ships with me. Do they have names yet? |
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Aug 18, 2019 20:42:06 GMT -8
Lynne wiped the tears from her eyes, it was clear that she meant a lot to Graemon, and he wished for her to be kept safe. She wrapped her arms around him hugging him. Staying their for a moment, she drew back and looked at the data pad again. These were indeed some excellent ships, far better than the Rebellion Era ships she had int he past, perhaps that would ensure their survival. Sitting down and pouring another glass for herself, she looked up at Graemon.=Lynne=Thank you, I'll be happy to have these ships with me. Do they have names yet? |
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Aug 19, 2019 8:22:22 GMT -8
Now she had a couple new things to think about. Lynne needed to come up with five new ship names, as well as how best to utilize their new allies in Hapes, who were willing to take in refugees. Even though they had finally gotten out of 'Crisis' mode, their were still many looking to start new, safe lives, and Hapes would be just the place, deep in the Transitory Mists, it had stood independent even through the reign of Palpatine. Setting the datapad aside, she stood up and offered a hand to Graemon.
=Lynne=
Come on, it's gotten late and I have yet to properly... thank you for your kindness tonight.
A knowing smile formed on her lips as she waited to see if the Fondorian would accept her invitation to the bedroom.
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Aug 24, 2019 19:53:58 GMT -8
=Lynne=Come on, it's gotten late and I have yet to properly... thank you for your kindness tonight. A knowing smile formed on her lips as she waited to see if the Fondorian would accept her invitation to the bedroom. =============================== Graemon woke up to the sound of his alarm going off. The male grunts slightly, moving his legs as he felt they had intertwined with Lynne that night. The male slams his hand on the alarm, causing it to go off. The Baron grunts as he lays down, rubbing his eyes some before letting out a yawn. Everything seemed blurry from last night, but he did feel well rested nonetheless. As his vision focuses, he turns to see Lynne laying beside him. Hopefully the alarm hadn't woken her up. His lover probably deserved some much needed rest for all the work she did.
The morning seemed calm and relaxing, a nice way to wake up. However, down below, the servants were answering a call from Coalition High Command. Something was going on and would shatter a relatively perfect sun rise. Unaware of what was developing below, Graemon would lay, deciding not to move much so Lynne could rest.“I’d heard word of another intelligence service being created as a part of this planet’s new governing force, and thought they might be in need of... experienced individuals such as myself and my crew.” |
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Aug 27, 2019 7:51:46 GMT -8
Lynne was sleeping soundly, but she did hear the alarm go off. But as she started to come to, she remembered were she was and decided to afford herself a few more minutes of sleep. The Corellian woman could feel her partners legs still knotted up with hers, and she smiled as she once more drifted off for a couple more winks of sleep. Soon though she was stretching her limps as she started to sit up, looking over at Graemon, she gave a smile.
=Lynne=
Thanks for last night, this has been wonderful. She rested her head on his shoulder, I could stay here all day... But the camps wont run themselves.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Aug 31, 2019 18:20:21 GMT -8
Lynne was sleeping soundly, but she did hear the alarm go off. But as she started to come to, she remembered were she was and decided to afford herself a few more minutes of sleep. The Corellian woman could feel her partners legs still knotted up with hers, and she smiled as she once more drifted off for a couple more winks of sleep. Soon though she was stretching her limps as she started to sit up, looking over at Graemon, she gave a smile.=Lynne=Thanks for last night, this has been wonderful. She rested her head on his shoulder, I could stay here all day... But the camps wont run themselves. |
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Sept 3, 2019 13:18:51 GMT -8
Lynne was already up and moving as she heard that GA vessels with wounded were being bared down on by Imperial destroyers. She would swoop back in for her kiss, but was still busy collecting things she would need. It was almost comical watching as she struggled to get a boot on with one hand and operate her com-link with the other, hopping around the room.
=Lynne=
Daisy, get the band together, we've got a date. And the dance floors gonna be hot!
The professional and sharp voice of Lynne's second-in-command came in response.
=Merrill=
Copy that, and good thing your boyfriend got us some new escorts. Their commander is already here and in his dress blues, was hoping to meet you I think. I'll get everyone to the ships. See you there. Major Tethras out.
With the call over, Lynne could finally focus on the boot situation. Once they were laced up, she waited for Graemon to be ready to go.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Sept 9, 2019 9:58:11 GMT -8
Graemon got a quick shower and dressed in his formal outfit for combat. His commanders had been contacted, through his attendant at his estate, allowing him to get ready quickly. Once he was ready, he briskly walks out with Lynne, heading to a hovercraft outside of his house. From there, the craft would take them to the spaceport and a shuttle would take them straight up to space above Corellia, where their two fleets were located.
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Alfeus Kimeln
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Post by Alfeus Kimeln on Oct 7, 2019 14:55:40 GMT -8
We aim to be a tamed version of the GAG. I don't want to risk me good image like Darth Caedus did by using the GAG to stage a coup and install a militant regime with the Old Alliance. We work for the people's safety and the Coalition's security. "That is a fair motivation, if not one I completely agree with. In today's day and age, image is just as important as the actions themselves. One need only look at the First Order to understand that... |
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Oct 21, 2019 12:43:00 GMT -8
"That is a fair motivation, if not one I completely agree with. In today's day and age, image is just as important as the actions themselves. One need only look at the First Order to understand that... |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2019 14:24:53 GMT -8
It had been an eventful day, to say the least. Having just graduated, she had little time to fully let the reality sink in before she was given her her first deployment orders just a few hours earlier. She had no clue what was to become of her future within the Coalition until today. And with her new orders, she felt a mix of emotions that she was slowly trying to process. One of these emotions was irritation in the reality that despite her scores and skills, her assignment had been chosen by command instead of her being able to choose, as it seemed some of the others would. The next feeling was relief. Even though she was a bit miffed as Aurin was about not choosing her assignment, she was also relieved since she didn't have a single clue as to where she would go if given the ability to choose. Then there was disappointment. Her assignment was with a patrol unit out near and around Froz. Certainly not the high flying job everyone dreamed about as they progressed through their classes and training. However, despite it all, it was the task assigned to her and she would carry it out with pride.
The past few hours had been spent getting her things together for her deployment. No time had been wasted in doing so. And there was a reason for ensuring everything was ready as there was a final task that she needed to run. making her way from the Coalition District, Soraya took her speeder down the streets of Coronet City. It was a few minutes before she arrived at her destination: the cemetary. Parking her speeder at the edges of gravestones, she walked the rest of the way. Memories began to play within her mind, images of times long past. A happy family: a husband, wife, and twin girls. Yet, it wasn't always a happy life. Around the age of ten, the divorce came that divided her family, her staying with her mom and her sister being taken with her dad. At this point, she had no clue where they were, how they were, or what they were up to.
Finally coming to a stop, she crouched down and began to brush away some leaves from the grave of her mother. A couple of years after she entered the academy to follow in her mother's footsteps, her mom fell victim to cancer and it overtook her quickly. For over five years Soraya had been alone, her family gone. But while it was a sorrowful time, she didn't let it hold her down, seeking to push herself even more to become the best she could so as to make her mother proud and live up to her name.
Taking a deep breath, she offered a small smile. "Hey, mom. I know it's been a little while since I've been around. The last bit of training at the academy was rough. But I graduated and within the top percent of my class. I know you'd be proud. I also got my first assignment today. I didn't get to choose where I wanted to go, but that's ok. They are creating a patrol unit to watch over the planet of Froz while they begin setting up a garrison and listening posts out that way. Many people don't think a patrol squadron would be where you'd put skilled pilots, but I believe if they put me there, it was for a reason. I can only hope so and do my duty to the best of my ability. I leave first thing in the morning." She fell silent for a moment as the wind blew and faint tears began to form in her eyes. "I'm really nervous about it. I wonder sometimes if I'm really ready for this. I know if you were here, you'd have the right words to make me feel sure about my path. I..I miss you so much, mom." She took a deep breath. "But I promise I will do my best and keep my head held high. I have a name to live up to, after all."
Standing to her feet, she gave another small smile. "It'll be some time before I can see you again, but I'll be by the next opportunity I have. Good-bye." She let her gaze linger on the grave for a few moments more before departing the cemetery and making her way home to get some sleep so she was ready to head to the shipyards.
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