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It was difficult to figure out life. Sometimes things would get so confusing you forgot, or just didn't even know, who you were anymore, let alone why certain things were happening. Solving that puzzle was difficult, to put it mildly, even for the most educated of scholars let alone a mercenary from Nar Shaddaa. A smirk creped its way back on to his face at the thought of the comparison. It wasn't that he didn't give the topic a fair amount of thought, but in the end he felt that a more appropriate way to go about it was to ask oneself how you should live your life and look at the present and ahead to the future, not the past. Despite his profession and reputation it could be argued that good ol' Yuri was a bit of a philosopher at heart.
And there he was, deep inside a comfortable booth in a restaurant, sitting and enjoying a meal looking up at the stage as an all too familiar tune began. A gentle melody was played on the piano as a familiar voice reached his ears and the ears of everyone in the place. It was a Cartel place, that used to be in Vero's turf, now it was just under Yuri's protection. Still managed after all these years by his childhood friend Xalax who by now was whipping a glass up for the mercenary.
Cigara smoke filled the establishment, and while it may have bothered some in Yuri's opinion it gave the place a certain vibe. Sitting in his private booth like always and enjoying his meal he looked up at the young singer as she sang, her words reaching him like few things did. It was a nostalgic song that reminded him of simpler times. He didn't exactly think of himself as old, but he certainly was no longer that same boy in chains. Everything and everyone changed with time, he thought, even he looked different. Indeed it could be said that Yuri, for the first time in forever looked different. It wasn't that he had some grand suit of armor on or anything silly like that. No. He simply had grown his hair in to a pony tail.
It was as simple as that, not that big of a deal really. But it certainly was a topic that people kept bringing up. Tying it up in to a pony tail the man was mildly amused by how different everyone claimed he looked. And maybe a bit of a change was in order looking back at the last two years. It was shown how fragile the peace really was as the Empire once again chose the war path, the Mandalorian Genocide, Tsu's disappearance and of course Vero's death...
It was certainly a difficult time for the galaxy but as he stopped eating and enjoyed the music and the performance of the artist Yuri was reminded that it wasn't all bad. While he no longer had Tulia or Tsu in his life the man had someone else, someone he cared for much more than himself. His daughter Emma. And even though there were a couple other kids that he picked up over the years and cared for, like Nemo, Emma was his. She simply had a special place in his heart.
But she wasn't the only good thing in his life. He had friends, good friends that he could rely on. And one of them was on his way here as the song continued. He was reminded by the goofy haired prick about his force sensitivity a couple of months ago, but just like all those years ago he still devoted little time to it. Rather with the death of Vero he watched the Hutt Cartel go back to it's former state with ambitions toppling unity and several big families emerging.
To the galaxy it was business as usual, and few dared to mess with them as the Hutt Cartel showed a united front but people on the inside knew that now instead of one figurehead that led them there were several. And knowing Hutts it was a fragile alliance, especially now that the balance was just established.
Yuri himself was, officially, part of no family however he certainly knew all of them and they knew him. Remembering the Grand Council meeting over a year ago things sure changed around here...