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Sogar landed the Alliance transport on the moon Iktotchi, his homeworld. Beckoned to the child, whom he retrieved from Coruscant, to follow him, he slowly opened the landing ramp, steeling his nerves for what he could sense outside. He and the child had come a long way, the girl was, as he had learned on the way, Nooam'rah Sekth. There was very little Sogar knew about her, yet he believed he would have ample time to get to know her in the days that would follow. Gripping her shoulder, more for himself than for her, Sogar watched as the landing ramp settle down and sucked in his breath tightly.
Before them was a very old, large house, unoccupied and in desperate need of repairs. This was Sogar's old home, a home he had not visited in over 30 years. Yet even in that time, it hadn't changed much. Outside the house was a small graveyard, with two new stones joining the fourteen or so older ones. Even without seeing them, Sogar knew whose they were. His family were all dead, though that did not affect Sogar too much. His family had been dead to him for many years. But this home, the memories that it held, it did affect him.
He lead the girl with him towards the house. Without speaking, the Iktotchi sat in the old porch swing. He waited for a moment, reminiscing his short years at his home, and they happy days with his brother, before shaking himself out it. Looking to Nooam'rah, Sogar realized that this was more tgan a second chance at being a father, but a second chance at life. Smiling, he asked.
"Are you ready to begin?"
Before them was a very old, large house, unoccupied and in desperate need of repairs. This was Sogar's old home, a home he had not visited in over 30 years. Yet even in that time, it hadn't changed much. Outside the house was a small graveyard, with two new stones joining the fourteen or so older ones. Even without seeing them, Sogar knew whose they were. His family were all dead, though that did not affect Sogar too much. His family had been dead to him for many years. But this home, the memories that it held, it did affect him.
He lead the girl with him towards the house. Without speaking, the Iktotchi sat in the old porch swing. He waited for a moment, reminiscing his short years at his home, and they happy days with his brother, before shaking himself out it. Looking to Nooam'rah, Sogar realized that this was more tgan a second chance at being a father, but a second chance at life. Smiling, he asked.
"Are you ready to begin?"