Mirdala Ad'Goran Posted January 20, 2017 Share Posted January 20, 2017 ((If you haven’t, read Discoveries first.)) Name: Responsibility Summary: The second half of how Mirdala came to be adopted by Jorbe and Cyare Ad'Goran. Rating: PG-13 (mentioned violence, implicated abuse) Additional Tags: RP Backstory Critiques: Constructive criticism is welcome. ------------ Kohlma, Bogdan System "Ka-See Bes'ad!" the small child waved at the little droid that had "assigned" itself to cleaning up after her during the rest of her stay on the Tin Cred. The little droid burbled something that sounded like relief and scuttled back into the maintenance tunnels, glad to be rid of the mobile mess. Jorbe marveled at how quickly the small child had been able to pick up on the various words and phrases he and the others had taught her. He was watching her out of the corner of his eye as she happily played with the little "distraction" droid that Belaile had been convinced to assemble for her from odds and ends from his scrap bench. It hadn't taken much convincing once Erich had pointed out that it would keep her busy and out of his scrap pile that she seemed drawn to playing in while Jorbe attempted to help inventory a little of their haul. It was as though a small transformation had occurred in the child, who'd gone from frightened and clingy to vibrant and curious all in a matter of days. Her cheeks even seemed to have more color than they'd had when they'd found her. From what Erich had told him, this was all normal so Jorbe didn't worry about it. Part of him wondered why he worried about her in the first place. Arrangements had already been made for them to drop her off at the Port Authority on their way to the barracks where Jorbe would be staying until he was able to find passage back to Concord Dawn and his riddur. She wasn't going to be his responsibility for much longer. He'd convinced himself that she was clever enough and adorable enough that she'd likely be snatched right up for adoption, but he wasn't wholly convinced because of the uncertainty over her medical scans from the ship. Erich would waive him off anytime he tried to discuss the issue, telling him that it wasn't his worry once she was handed over to the Port Authority. He still couldn't explain why it bothered him so much. He wasn't equipped to handle a child, that much he knew. He and Cyare had given up on wanting children of their own long ago. When the Manda hadn't blessed them with any, they figured it wasn't meant for them and had shifted their focus towards other things. Yes, this little child would be best left with the aruetiise that could better provide for her needs. "Jorbe! Don't forget her bag!" Avren called as he tossed the small carry-all at the larger man. "It'll at least give the PA something to work with until someone can come collect the runt." The other Mando'ad caught the small pack with one hand. Erich had left him with the duty to see her to the Port Authority. Ke barjurir gar'ade, jagyc'ade kot'la a dalyc'ade kotla'shya. - "Train your sons to be strong but your daughters to be stronger." “A Mandalorian woman's greatest talent is not her charm or beauty, but her strength of body and will.” - Mandalorian proverb Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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