Log: Nov. 25, xxx4: Brem Stone
He cought up with me at the tent. But gave me space. He killed some Imperials that were roaming too close. I finally asked him as boldly as I could why he was hunting me. The answer was not what I expected.
He is a bounty hunter, but also a dear friend of someone desperately trying to keep me and what I have learned at the ruins safe. He is charged to be my gaurdian. I have a protector. We talked a bit more. He seems remarkable kind and gentle for a bounty hunter. He taught me his language so I will always understand.
If a big cat could speak Basic with long breathy, purry rolled R's and with V's replacing B's... then this is Zabrak.
Remids me of a performance my parents took me to at the Theatre in Theed of the strong earthy drums and strong rhythms and synthed blends of big cat noises. It stirs something deep inside me.
Maybe, maybe I have another friend now. Brem and Gethspara.
He is a bounty hunter, but also a dear friend of someone desperately trying to keep me and what I have learned at the ruins safe. He is charged to be my gaurdian. I have a protector. We talked a bit more. He seems remarkable kind and gentle for a bounty hunter. He taught me his language so I will always understand.
If a big cat could speak Basic with long breathy, purry rolled R's and with V's replacing B's... then this is Zabrak.
Remids me of a performance my parents took me to at the Theatre in Theed of the strong earthy drums and strong rhythms and synthed blends of big cat noises. It stirs something deep inside me.
Maybe, maybe I have another friend now. Brem and Gethspara.
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