Jordar was pacing the hall of his flat, nothing special to most but it was who lived there that was fantastic. Rondara was with him, his half Zaldan half Orion daughter that was the light of his world, the star of his night, and who he hadn’t seen for the past 5 years. That photo was still on his desk, the two of them with her beaming at him, the ‘merc’ as he was known just a softie with his little girl. She called down the hall “Dad it’s time to go!” and he snapped out if it, “Of course, I hear you’re giving Ms. Karina lots of trouble?” His daughter nodded as he smiled, “Good, she deserves it”.

As the bright 7 year old beamed he scooped her up and spun her around before saying, “Alright, socks, shoes, and out the door.” He went to grab a cup of coffee while his daughter finished getting ready and met her outside in the bright sun. They walked hand in hand towards the school building where he ducked his head inside and winked to Karina, “I’ll see you later?” Before he saw Rondara off playing with her friends.

Jordar