I want to believe it was sincere, but then, I'm no fool. He's tried before to take me in by pretending forgiveness.. apology.. but that was just a maneuvre to gain the upper-hand against me. He was by no means off his game tonight, playing off my weakness to Gabaki, trying to lure me from my hiding place. When that didn't work he placed a cryoban charge. I did break out and run then, even though he said after the fact that he would never have detonated it. I almost believed him. I almost followed him back. At least there's one thing he made good on at the end; he said if I ran, he wouldn't stop me. I left him my amulet, so he knows it was me. I figure whatever he said, he thought he was saying to me anyway, so that much doesn't change.
Besides, I remembered his minion was probably still following me out there somewhere. Heh. Remember that sullustian Phhflllpppubbbmmmppppuh.... Plo.. the private investigator guy? He followed me. I shit you not, he followed me all the kriffin' way to Dathomir, and through the wilds of it, and past the rancors and the witches and the spiders.... ON FOOT! Great Bantha.. he's still a noob, but he's a noob who's earned a certain degree of respect in my book. Still.. now that I know he's here, I sorta feel like I gotta' give him an out, scince I plan to be hanging around. I turned tail back to the Trade Outpost, set his comm. batteries and a few credits on one o' the crates, and told him that wherever he is, this is his chance to get the kriff off this planet. I haven't met up with him scince.
*Her voice drops especially low, as she's still paranoid that someone with big ears might be following her.*
I've contacted Keren, or rather he's contacted me, and we met up near this stone circle pyre. Talked over the comm. in the ship, about how he's been. Diana, brace yourself, was actually nice to him, and I guess they had a polite conversation and a certain understanding. So that... happened. I'm not surprised he's a little uneasy about it. On top of beong worried about her, he also has reason to be worried because of her. She and that charming mandoess he was gonna' take the fall for are apperantly at odds. He doesn't want to choose between them, but hell, I'm not sure he has much of a choice. It's one of those things where he feels they both need his help, but he won't tak into account the inequalities of the situation-- he refuses to consider that one may be more deserving of his help than the other. If you ask me, he's already chosen sides when he would be willing to die by one's hand for the sake of the other.
*She pushes back the mic with a groan, and leans back, clearing her throat.*
He ended up asking how I was doing, and then that's when we met up, and I told him about the whole situation. He says he's going to try to talk sense to Zan. I say... well, I can't say anything is impossible with him, or believe it much if I can manage to spit out the words. I can't help but think that he feels my reaction is extreme, too. Maybe it is. There was a time when I would have described myself as more curious than cautious, but now I fear I'm becoming paranoid. I just know that if I go back.. and screw up.. and Zan follows through with what he said, that things could escalate beyond repair. I know how it will play out, too. He'll wait until I am in the wrong, and he will deal with the situation overzealously, and then, the rest of the family will be chosing one side or the other. The way I see it, I'm nipping the chaos in the bud by putting some distance between myself and him. If that means I have to steal his untrackable mining vessal, and hide out on a planet where civilization consists of eternally warring clans of witches, and technology is an endangered species, well... so be it.
*END*
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Besides, I remembered his minion was probably still following me out there somewhere. Heh. Remember that sullustian Phhflllpppubbbmmmppppuh.... Plo.. the private investigator guy? He followed me. I shit you not, he followed me all the kriffin' way to Dathomir, and through the wilds of it, and past the rancors and the witches and the spiders.... ON FOOT! Great Bantha.. he's still a noob, but he's a noob who's earned a certain degree of respect in my book. Still.. now that I know he's here, I sorta feel like I gotta' give him an out, scince I plan to be hanging around. I turned tail back to the Trade Outpost, set his comm. batteries and a few credits on one o' the crates, and told him that wherever he is, this is his chance to get the kriff off this planet. I haven't met up with him scince.
*Her voice drops especially low, as she's still paranoid that someone with big ears might be following her.*
I've contacted Keren, or rather he's contacted me, and we met up near this stone circle pyre. Talked over the comm. in the ship, about how he's been. Diana, brace yourself, was actually nice to him, and I guess they had a polite conversation and a certain understanding. So that... happened. I'm not surprised he's a little uneasy about it. On top of beong worried about her, he also has reason to be worried because of her. She and that charming mandoess he was gonna' take the fall for are apperantly at odds. He doesn't want to choose between them, but hell, I'm not sure he has much of a choice. It's one of those things where he feels they both need his help, but he won't tak into account the inequalities of the situation-- he refuses to consider that one may be more deserving of his help than the other. If you ask me, he's already chosen sides when he would be willing to die by one's hand for the sake of the other.
*She pushes back the mic with a groan, and leans back, clearing her throat.*
He ended up asking how I was doing, and then that's when we met up, and I told him about the whole situation. He says he's going to try to talk sense to Zan. I say... well, I can't say anything is impossible with him, or believe it much if I can manage to spit out the words. I can't help but think that he feels my reaction is extreme, too. Maybe it is. There was a time when I would have described myself as more curious than cautious, but now I fear I'm becoming paranoid. I just know that if I go back.. and screw up.. and Zan follows through with what he said, that things could escalate beyond repair. I know how it will play out, too. He'll wait until I am in the wrong, and he will deal with the situation overzealously, and then, the rest of the family will be chosing one side or the other. The way I see it, I'm nipping the chaos in the bud by putting some distance between myself and him. If that means I have to steal his untrackable mining vessal, and hide out on a planet where civilization consists of eternally warring clans of witches, and technology is an endangered species, well... so be it.
*END*
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