Gambler
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Eyes downcast, Feron couldn't bring himself to look into Kira's eyes. He had threatened her life and almost killed her. Not only that but he had been willing to kill her. Over and over again he saw two images behind his eyes. First he saw Eravis beating him, whipping the flesh from his skin until the bone was bared. And the other of what he had done to Kira, gabbing her and all but drawing blood to threaten her father. He couldn't face it. Not yet. The emotions were far too raw. The hiatus stretched into a long two minutes. The silence was deafening as it was palpable. And finally Feron looked up into Kam's eyes and then to Kira's.
"We are on course for the Ghost Fleet." He said at last. "It will take us another two or three hours, but the Tien is running more smoothly than I would have thought her capable. All systems are up and running though some of the secondary turrets and loose weaponry was taken off on the security check. Most of it was replaceable though. Nothing too important." Though he had jolted back to himself, Feron still seemed to be brooding. His muzzle was still slightly downcast as he continued on as if nothing had happened.
"Once we reach the Ghost Fleet I will personally see about returning you to Corusant. The best I can do is give you a place at one of the bars. Your father will pick you up in a few days. The full week was to give us time and to give him the idea that we had something important planned. My final words were an empty threat. I cannot kill without reason. Even Eravis has enough humanity in him that I can't bring myself to kill him. The guards were another matter; they threatened my life immediately." He said very defensively, his eyes guarded.
"I suppose there is nothing left to do... or say. I cannot say that I enjoyed doing what I did, but I also cannot tell you that I would have let you live if your father's men had tried to stop us. Slavery has... embedded a survival instinct of sorts on me. I will never be taken again. Never." All defensiveness drained out of him as the look of haunting memories crossed his face before he blanked it. But his eyes told of the countless horrors he had faced.
"We are on course for the Ghost Fleet." He said at last. "It will take us another two or three hours, but the Tien is running more smoothly than I would have thought her capable. All systems are up and running though some of the secondary turrets and loose weaponry was taken off on the security check. Most of it was replaceable though. Nothing too important." Though he had jolted back to himself, Feron still seemed to be brooding. His muzzle was still slightly downcast as he continued on as if nothing had happened.
"Once we reach the Ghost Fleet I will personally see about returning you to Corusant. The best I can do is give you a place at one of the bars. Your father will pick you up in a few days. The full week was to give us time and to give him the idea that we had something important planned. My final words were an empty threat. I cannot kill without reason. Even Eravis has enough humanity in him that I can't bring myself to kill him. The guards were another matter; they threatened my life immediately." He said very defensively, his eyes guarded.
"I suppose there is nothing left to do... or say. I cannot say that I enjoyed doing what I did, but I also cannot tell you that I would have let you live if your father's men had tried to stop us. Slavery has... embedded a survival instinct of sorts on me. I will never be taken again. Never." All defensiveness drained out of him as the look of haunting memories crossed his face before he blanked it. But his eyes told of the countless horrors he had faced.