Ilion glanced back in the direction of the wreckage when the sister’s name was brought up.<i>Lily.</i>That was the name of Urudal’s ship, a tribute to the lost loved one.  All the pieces fell into place.  Urudal and his were wronged by criminals, so he’d dedicated his life to taking down people like that.  It was a classic revenge tale.  Ilion didn’t have anything as colourful as that in his past, no defining moment he could pick out of his memories.  He merely was who he was, a product of the way he’d been raised and treated throughout his life.<br/><br/>There was a tingle against his wrist, the faintest vibration from the band to notify him of an incoming message from Seraph.  It was just the nosy AI checking in and informing him that the system restoration was going well.  The vents smoke was being vented and a proper assessment of the damages was being calculated.  Life support was a go, but coms were still down.  Weapons system was damaged, but still had some function.  Ilion typed in a quick reply, asking that a more thorough examination of the structural integrity be completed before worrying about engines.  There was no sense in finding themselves in space with a compromised hull.<br/><br/>But back to civilized conversation.<br/><br/>“That’s a long time to be away from home.  Don’t you ever miss it?” he asked.  “Get homesick?”