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Date Posted: 19:30:41 10/09/03 Thu
Author: Januya [Cyris]
Subject: ...
In reply to: Januya [Cyris] 's message, "..." on 21:14:00 08/14/03 Thu

"We're lucky, Cyris," Januya muttered under her breath as she settled into the invisible pilot's chair, reclining after a hard day's work of finishing up the last details of weaponry installation and fresh from a bath, ebony fur still damp and glistening with health. "No more governmental raids, no more rebel causes to fight for, and no other incidents happened during our little stay in the woods. Well, aside from some idiots attacking the HQ." A snort echoed back from a holoform of a shadowy Oriental-styled dragon, Cyris' tangerine eyes a-glow with sarcastic amusement. "I tell you an Olashi and a Welphie go in to fight, and you don't care. They're rebels, and one is from your own planet. And you don't care."

The Tarok scowled viciously at the Phia, gold eyes narrowing to mere slits and pearly fangs bared with the fierce expression. "I told you, Cyris, I want nothing to do with any Olashi. The fool cresh can die for all I care." The holodragon didn't draw back, but a brief, unreadable expression flashed across his face before vanishing. "As you wish. This bias of yours might get us killed someday. Never carry baggage, either emotional or-"

"Shut up," the black snapped, shapely ears flattening against the short beginnings of a silky mane. Reminded of her appearance, she ran a forehand through it briefly before snarling under her breath, levering off her pilot chair and beginning a rapid pace, tail lashing behind her. Cyris mentally groaned, regretting he had ever said anything; for a while, she had almost relaxed. "Are we going to stay in this forest forever?" he finally asked impatiently, after several minutes of brooding and stalking on his pilot's part. She spun and glared, but there was a tired light along with almost shallow anger in her eyes. A moment later, she sighed and dropped the expressiongaze. "Skavan never attempted to contact me," she hissed quietly, clenching one fist. "He did not care. The one creature in my life I relied on doesn't care anymore." Her gaze fell as her sleek muzzle tilted downwards, anger replaced by sadness. "I'm sorry," she grated out, "that I took this out on you, Cyris. I shouldn't have."

There wasn't much hesitation before the belligerent Phia hastily accepted her apology, dismissing it as nothing that was necessary but, uhm, appreciated nonetheless. During the past month spent with his new pilot, Cyris had never once seen sadness or heard apology from the black for her acid tongue and quick temper; he was beginning to worry. "To answer your question," Januya finally continued, "I don't have any particular urge to leave. There is revenge to be taken, but the enemy that I seek is not here. Even though I have little reason to live except for that revenge, I dislike the thought of leaving when there is still blood to be spilt in the name of the common people here. This inner debate leaves me with no clear notion of what to do and how to go about doing it."

Cyris' eyes were discreetly round. This had to be the first time she'd said so much that mattered to her and not just 'talk of the trade' that she'd rattled off easily while designing and installing his new weapons. It was hard to swallow, but his voice was a little softer than the normal biting tenor when he answered. "I would suggest finding one of the Guides and asking them what we can do, possibly apart from everyone else. I know where they stay." The Tarok sank back into her chair, made solely of force-fields, and nodded quietly. "Then take us there."

The blade-like Phiaship lifted from the forests, newly equipped with deadly weaponry, and headed for the Den.

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