An Ol' Man's Memory: Katarn Dragonbourne RP

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"... Thank you, Captain... Thank you for returning my dear Gerry to me..." An elderly woman hugs her grandson tightly as she looks at the veteran's face.


[color=#99FFFF]"No need te thank me, Mrs. Porsch. It be an honor te have taken yer son back te yer hands safe an' sound... Heh, ye don't even have te pay me fer the rescue, HAHAAAH!!!" The old man laughs joyfully at the two.


"We are in your debt, Captain," The young man looks back at the veteran with a thankful smile, "I've made Granny worry too much about myself...


"... I'm sorry, Granny... I won't leave your side again" Katarn waves goodbye as the two leave the landing platform and back to their home.


It was generally the same sight all around the platform: Katarn was on his 4th leg of the journey, already have been to Planet Los Angeles, Planet Erie, Planet Denver, taking all of the refugees he was ferrying back to their families and friends awaiting them on these planets; now the Orocin was moored on Planet Manhattan, and he was ferrying the last of the refugees into an Armored Transport onto Landing Platform 6, where the relatives and friends of these people were awaiting their return on the platform's surface.


All around the site there were various dramatic reunions taking place: fathers who were once thought dead have come back to greet their wives and children; couples who lost everything in the war, and would seem to have shamed their elderly parents, but instead were welcomed back with open arms and more often than not in jubilant tears; even friends who haven't seen each other in years were reunited upon arrival, and quickly went off to enjoy themselves in the nearest bar and drown out their sorrows onto the tables.


"... Captain Katarn... I..." A man approaches the old veteran shyly, his head nodding down in apparent shame, "I... don't feel I can meet my family again..."


"Oh?... But why not, lad?"


"... I came to Bretonia to fund for my family back here on Manhattan... I heard the mining business there offered good pay. My wife, Malia, even offered to pay for the mining ship with her life savings. I once worked on the Tau Ice Fields, combing the asteriods and worked alongside the IMG.


"The pay there was good, but I was planning to save up enough cash to buy a bakery near our apartment so I won't need to work far from my family anymore... It was also our dream to run a bakery together...


"But... The war happened... I lost my ship in the crossfire, my ship that Malia had saved up her entire life for... The money that I sent her beforehand wasn't even enough to cover for the expenses of the bakery...


"I knew then and there... that I failed my family... They must be living in the streets by now because I didn't send in the cash to pay for their apartment... Malia must be furious of me for losing the ship, and not living up to my dreams...


"I'm a failure, Captain... and that's why I---"


"Robert!" A woman's voice is heard amongst the foray of people; it was Malia, holding two kids with both her hands.


The man raised his head in disbelief, "... Malia?"


"Why haven't you come back, Robert? Why didn't you call me? Why did you suddenly leave us all hanging here at Manhattan?" She said in a furious scowl at the man.


"... I... I'm sorry, Malia... I didn't have any cash left when the Raiden was destroyed... I got caught in the Wars going on in Bretonia.. I'm sorry I couldn't send the cash you guys needed... I---"


"I was so worried about you, Robert! You didn't tell me anything. It's as if you just disappeared from us, Robert, and that made the kids worry about you..." She hugged the man tightly, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed on the man's shoulder, "... The kids were worried about you... I was worried about you... Don't you ever leave us again, you fool... don't... ever do that again... SNIFF..."


"... You... aren't worried about the money, Malia?"


"... The money...? I didn't need it anymore, Robert... A local investor was willing to donate us some cash to buy the bakeshop for us... I got it running, and I was successful in getting the money in a month.


"We've got the bakery, Robert... You don't have to leave Manhattan no more... The kids were worried about you... They need their father, Robert... That's all we needed..."


"... I... I can't believe it... We... we have the bakery, Malia?" He couldn't control his emotions anymore and hugged his family back with tears in his eyes as well, "... I'm sorry once again for losing the Raiden, Malia... You used your own money for that ship---"


"It doesn't matter anymore, Robert... You don't need to worry about that anymore... all that matters is that you're here now... You're here for the kids... you're here for the family... They need their father, Robert... I need you."


The man wiped his tears away and continued, "... Okay, Malia... Let's go home..." He turned his head at Katarn and gave a thankful smile at him, "Thank you, Captain... For bringing me home to my beloved family safe and sound... You'll always be welcomed in our bakery. Come visit us sometime when you have the chance." The four of them soon left the platform, now reunited once again.


The Junker, who was now clean and well-kept, saw the happy gatherings around him going on in the platform, and a small tear fell down his eye as he continued watching the happy endings unfold before him, "... I wish there were people that would greet me back home... I wish I even had a home to begin with..."


Suddenly he felt a tug on his pants, and when he looked down he saw the little girl he tried to help back on Holman, "... Oh... It's you, girl... What do you want?"


Almost immediately she offered a small box to the Junker: it was a musical box, very plain and was contained in a thin, wooden container that was attached with a silver winder. The moment he accepted the gift and slowly took it from her hand the girl turned back to her family and moved on, but not without waving goodbye with a smile on her face at the Junker.


"Heh... Seems like ye made a friend, Charles, HAHAHAH!!!" The veteran approached the surprised Junker with his usual, joyful grin.


Several minutes passed until all of the refugees had been finally reunited and had long since left the landing platform, leaving Katarn and Charles to themselves, "... Let's be off te Curacao then, lad! I be gettin excited te see just what ye be plannin te do with ME money, HAHAHAHAHAAAAH!!!" Katarn slapped a hand at the Junker's back before heading back to the Armored Transport.


The Junker just stood there for a moment, overlooking the yellow sunset shining on the landing platform, his hand still clutching the wooden musical box he received. Soon he gave a slight smile to himself as a tear fell down his eye.


"... Thank you... for accepting me..."

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