Vaz Du, or ‘Brian’, was the kind of guy who would run and hide as much as fight, as he proved. He didn’t beg for his life, but he knew that he had met his end in this hunt.
However, whatever happened next was, for the moment, just as much up to him as his hunter.
“Wise decision.” Vaz had tried to explain himself away. Yet Cul would not have any of it. “Now get up, twiglet.” A bit of an insult but the Patitite had it coming for making the Pyke run.
Cul motioned them away from the stage they had created. The show wasn’t over but these two actors no longer needed their audience. Answers, however, were another matter.
Tempted to put him into a box and stuff him in a pocket, Cul wanted Vaz to walk with his eyes wide open. He needed Vaz to feel like his life was in his captor’s hands, but that he might not actually die as long as he provided satisfaction to questions.
So the Pyke walked, the Patitite in tow, by his side instead of following behind, knowing a blaster bolt from Cul could hit either body or skull and end him at a moment’s notice.
Past a crowd, down a path, toward a door by the port that was little more than a maintenance shaft. The Pyke opened, closed it behind, locked it, motioned for his target to stand beside a wall, but not with his back against it, and then came a question.
“Why?”
@Mad Dog
However, whatever happened next was, for the moment, just as much up to him as his hunter.
“Wise decision.” Vaz had tried to explain himself away. Yet Cul would not have any of it. “Now get up, twiglet.” A bit of an insult but the Patitite had it coming for making the Pyke run.
Cul motioned them away from the stage they had created. The show wasn’t over but these two actors no longer needed their audience. Answers, however, were another matter.
Tempted to put him into a box and stuff him in a pocket, Cul wanted Vaz to walk with his eyes wide open. He needed Vaz to feel like his life was in his captor’s hands, but that he might not actually die as long as he provided satisfaction to questions.
So the Pyke walked, the Patitite in tow, by his side instead of following behind, knowing a blaster bolt from Cul could hit either body or skull and end him at a moment’s notice.
Past a crowd, down a path, toward a door by the port that was little more than a maintenance shaft. The Pyke opened, closed it behind, locked it, motioned for his target to stand beside a wall, but not with his back against it, and then came a question.
“Why?”
@Mad Dog