An Ol' Man's Memory: Katarn Dragonbourne RP

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*Knock Knock*


The doors of Lucero Campeche were once again interrupted with a soft, but noticeable noise from the outside. He slowly comes to open the door slightly: just enough to catch a glympse of who was coming to visit...


It was the old veteran...


Lucero gives off a sigh, then opens up the door to greet the man, "Ah... Senor Dragonbourne...


"What news do you bring from your expedition into the Malveda Cloud, Senor?"


Katarn's grin sheds off into a sad smile, his eyes glinting off with a disappointed stare, [color=#99FFFF]"... Uhm... Well... I be findin somethin, all right... but..."





*****Flashback


"... Eh...? What be this...? ... A beacon o' some sorts?"


"... This... this beacon... It be transmittin..."


"... I... I see... But..."


"... What it be were you lookin fer, anyway...?"





"... And what it be ye may have found... lassy...?"


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"... I see, Senor... So this message---"


"Yes, lad..." The old man turned around and walked a few paces until he was standing right in front of a deep ravine, its slope lined with other similar Corsair households shining with their windows in the dark, starry night. He initially speaks louder to allow the Corsair to hear him fine, "... She somehow be findin somethin in her search... Somethin... old..."


Then his voice trails off lower, "She be leavin the beacon fer anybody be lookin fer her te follow in her footsteps in case she be... lost somehow, in her search... "


... To the point of being audible only to himself, "... But the bigger question that be poppin in me mind now is... What she be lookin fer...?"


Soon it became only a whisper, "... And another be... What it be she found...?"


Lucero walked over to Katarn's side, and joined in his gaze at the sky, "... Senor. I suspect that your search continues elsewhere then... So why do you come back?"


Katarn turns to look at the young Corsai and gives off a warm grin, but his eyes could not lie the look of grief, "It be a matter o' pride, lad. Ye helped an ol' man in his time o' need, and I pay such acts in kind.


"Besides... since she be yer granny ye have every right te know what I find. It would be a breach in honor te leave ye out o' yer fam'ly history, see?"


"... I've misunderstood you, Senor. I just thought you were a simple mercenary with no sense of honor whatsoever." Lucero grins back wryly, then looks again at the stars.


"Aye, lad... Ye have very right te think so. Don't blame yerself..."


A long pause descends upon the night, the silence occasionally interrupted by passing Corsair patrol ships making their rounds looking for any potential threats on the planet surface; their engines roaring with ferocity and power; their headlights illuminating every nook and cranny before finally heading off to another section of the ravine.


Finally, it was the young Corsair male that broke the awkward serenity, "... Senor. The message indicated that her last known destination was Freeport 9 on the Omicron Theta System. You can get there through the jumphole located in Omega-41."


"Aye, lad... So I've heard... Ahhhh..." Katarn's face slowly becomes flustered with humor once again, "... The neutron star in said system be beautiful and gorgeous, yet... deadly... Just like Corsair women, eh?


"Ahhh... They be a great bunch. Lots o' backbone in em, unlike most women ye may find in the house systems, eh? Hahahahaha... Aye... Now THOSE be real women I be takin te likin, HAHAHAHAHAAA!!!" The old man's torso vest shudders from the boisterous laughter erupting from his mouth, his grin going wide and devilish. Lucero only grins wryly.


"Yet... I be havin a few more questions be needin answered, if ye allow me to, lad."


"... I... Suppose I can still entertain more questions, Senor." He looks around slowly.


"Aye then... Have ye, by any chance, identified her ship whilst ye still met her? Have ye seen any other people she be coming along with?"


Lucero thinks intently, and delves deep once again into memories old, "... Hmmm... If my memory serves me right, I once saw her ship land on the space port when we went to greet Senorita Clare... The ship could be the... Rio dela Maria. I am not entirely sure if it was either a Titan, or a Decurion.


"As for companions... Well there was this tall Corsair adventurer who looked like he had his share of battles: he had brown hair, and was a little shorter than you, but... I did manage to catch a name when he was talking with Senorita Clare... I think it was Salvatori Ramanesca.


"... And that's all I have to answer your questions, Senor."


Katarn then gets his face a bit calmer, as if in preparation for a personal question, "Aye then... Another inquiry if I may add... What... she be like...? Was she... full o' life? Full o' energy, spirit perhaps? Stubborn?"


Lucero suddenly brims with a wide smile, his cheeks now more pronounced, "Hah... Senorita Clare was... eccentric, even for Corsair standards. I swear she placed Mamy in a lot of situations where she just went into such a fit I would burst out laughing my heart away from seeing the priceless look on Mamy's face..." He gestured his right hand in a bloom when he said 'priceless', "Ahhhh... how Mamy's face turned red, heheh."


"Aye, lad... Must've been fun in yer day... hahahah..." The old man looks up once again at the twinkling night sky, the constant meteor showers ever present on the inky depths of the evening...





*****Flashback


"Senor! SENOR!!! WAKE UP, SENOR!!!"


"Huh...? Who are you...?"


"Who am I, Senor? I am Clare! Who are you?"


"Me...? Uhm... I'm... Katarn..."


"Hola, Senor Katarn! Come now, we mustn't keep Mamy waiting!"


"Who...? Mommy...?"


"Ay, Senor Katarn! You sure are slow! Come! Follow me!"


"HEY! W-W-Where are you taking me?"


"Relax, Senor Katarn! I'll be your friend, no?"


"... Friend...?"





"... I... I've never had any friends..."


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