A letter is hand delivered to Mart, special postage paid to ensure it reached him in person, not a small cost to be sure. Whomever had sent it spared no expense to ensure it reached him, the seal of Corellia on the envelope, once opened a small disk falls into Marts hand enabled to be played on a personal datapad. Once activated the image of Damien is seen smiling, looking to be in good health and well dressed for the moment, when he speaks its in Mando’a with a calm and relaxed tone
Hey dad. I hope this message finds you well. Me and uncle Zeltar are currently on Corellia and scouting some of the places here that…when all this insanity is over, we could look to call home, away from the war, the chaos and the hatred. So far they seem very welcoming of Mandalorians and seem generally very friendly.
There are some Jedi here, but they are not the same as the ones we see on Viscara, people tend to call them Green Jedi and they seem to promote family and unity. Its very strange really. Uncle Zeltar says hi, and that he misses you and sends his support…and to stop being reckless? You know what he means? Anyways, I have missed you dad, a lot and I hope your alright and taking care of yourself.
Things have been fairly quiet, a few sith patrols now and again, though nothing we haven’t been able to avoid. Otherwise its been okay. Uncle Zeltar really seems to favor Corellia, and honestly I can understand why. Its beautiful, peaceful, friendly, and generally seems like a nice place. Inside the envelope is a contact address for you to write to me if you like. I hope to hear from you soon dad. Love ya.
the image smiles once more, then pauses at the end to either be shut off or replayed